Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Duke Yu, who had been standing by, saw that his face was getting paler, and his heart became more and more disturbed, and said softly: "The emperor, do you want to go back to rest?"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Feng stood up abruptly.

Father Yu took a step back subconsciously in fright, and just stood firm, but saw Zhu Feng walking out again.

Pushing the door open, at this time, the night outside was deep, as if a dark curtain was in front of him, Zhu Feng panting heavily with his hot breath, looking forward, as if looking for something.

The night was deep, everything was silent, and his nose made a low voice.

Hearing that voice and seeing his eyes again, Grandpa Yu's heart trembled.

Then, it's like a look in the eyes of an evil tiger!

He only felt that his legs were weak, and after Zhu Feng opened the door, he walked forward quickly.

"emperor……"

Grandpa Yu wanted to stop him, but couldn't stop, and looking at his back, his heart felt chills.

Could it be that, as the Empress Empress and Master Heyi were worried, the emperor had fallen into the chaotic situation before?

Last time, he was murdering in the palace!

But tonight--

Grandpa Yu sighed and hurriedly followed, but as soon as he left the door, he ran into a little **** outside. He stumbled and ran over. When he reached the door, his leg became weak and he was directly knocked to the ground by Grandpa Yu.

Grandpa Yu cursed, "Dog things don't have eyes."

"Father-in-law!"

The little **** panicked in a cold sweat, and ignored the scolding. He hurriedly said, "What's the matter with the emperor?"

When Duke Yu heard this, his heart was cold: "The emperor, the emperor is in the palace, did you do it?"

"No."

The little **** also had a frightened expression on his face, but shook his head and said, "The emperor didn't do anything. What do you do?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Just now, the maidservant saw the appearance of the emperor, so scary, his eyes were red."

Grandpa Yu hurriedly asked, "Where has the emperor gone?"

The little **** thought for a while, and pointed in a direction of the harem: "It seems, it seems to go to the cold palace."

"Leng Gong...?"

When Grandpa Yu heard these two words, his expression suddenly became complicated.

He hurriedly said: "Take me over."

"Yes."

The little **** got up and hurriedly helped him go forward.

Zhu Feng’s footsteps were very fast. The two of them hurried to catch up, but failed to catch up. They walked to the front, only to see that the door of Leng Palace had been pushed open, and a door hit the wall next to it, blown by the wind Constantly swaying, making a monotonous, but frightening sound.

Both stopped.

The little **** looked at a cold sweating father-in-law, and said softly: "My father, what is the emperor doing here?"

"..."

"Yes, do you want to do it?"

"..."

"Father-in-law?"

Grandpa Yu kept looking ahead, and the road under his feet stretched to an unknown place in the night, but his mood was inexplicably settled.

The queen and Lord Heyi have both confessed that if the emperor reappears the previous situation, they must be notified immediately.

I'm afraid that the emperor will experience it again...

But this time, seeing the appearance of the emperor, it seemed to be different from before.

Moreover, instead of doing anything in the palace, he went to the cold palace.

Cold Palace...

"Am I going to inform the empress?"

He murmured to himself unconsciously, and the little **** was originally afraid of things. Hearing him say this, he hurriedly said: "Daddy Yu, please go and inform the empress empress, let the empress empress come to make an idea."

After speaking, he turned to run to Yonghe Palace.

However, just when he just took a step, Grandpa Yu suddenly stopped him.

"Get me back!"

"what?"

The little **** hesitated and turned around: "Father-in-law?"

In the cold night, the wind was fierce, but Grandpa Yu was in a cold sweat. He looked pale and looked at the deep black in front of him. After a long time, he ordered: "No one needs to call, just wait here."

"what?"

Father Yu repeated another sentence: "Yes, just wait here."

His palms were full of cold sweat, he was afraid of his boldness, but secretly said: Maybe this time, it will be different from before.

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The people outside were frightened and anxious, and they couldn't feel it in the cold palace separated by a wall.

Here, there is only the word deserted.

Since returning from Jian's house that day, Nan Yan has only stayed in the cold palace and has not gone anywhere. Of course, he cannot go.

Just stay there.

However, the chilly wind will still blow into the cold palace.

Ran Xiaoyu walked over and saw Nan Yan wearing only thin clothes, sitting on the porch, even barefoot, and suddenly jumped up: "Manny, why are you doing this again? You will catch a cold!"

After speaking, he hurried into the house and took a blanket out to cover her.

The room in the cold palace did not burn the ground dragon. The temperature inside and outside the room was about the same. The blanket was also cold. When it was covered, Nan Yan shuddered slightly.

She turned her head and looked at Ran Xiaoyu: "Ning King's matter, still no results?"

Ran Xiaoyu said: "I heard Master Heyi was checking it personally, but the clues were all broken."

"..."

Nan Yan sighed lightly, turned his head again, and put his chin on his arm.

The darkness of night almost melted into her eyes.

You know, He Yi is very capable. He is able to handle major national affairs for Zhu Feng in the position of Zuo Cheng, and he can also take care of some small matters. It can be said to be both big and big. A man of wisdom and small strategy.

However, even he could not solve this matter.

It can be seen that this matter is tricky.

and--

King Ning is not someone else, but he is Zhu Feng’s brother. At the altar, he raised the question of Zhu Feng’s life experience, which forced Zhu Feng to almost despair, and also forced He Yi to use "too upper" on him. Forgetfulness".

It is hard to guarantee that this time, he will not repeat the trick.

If this is really the case, can Zhu Feng still retire?

Thinking of this, her brows tightened.

Ran Xiaoyu persuaded her to enter the house to rest, but Nan Yan never listened, so she only let her go down first. She wanted to stay alone for a while. Ran Xiaoyu knew that she was worried about King Ning and the emperor, so she couldn't say much, so she could only sigh. Sigh, back down.

Time goes by little by little.

Nan Yan curled up on the bench under the porch. Although it was cold, she remained motionless. The tiredness gradually hit, and she closed her eyes.

The blanket slowly slipped off the body.

The chill came, causing her to shudder slightly, but gradually, another warm breath approached.

That kind of breath, so familiar.

It made her feel warm again, but in the warmth, she felt a bit of suffocating oppression.

Nan Yan frowned and opened his eyes subconsciously.