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

After a while, they returned to the cold palace amidst the patter of rain.

When I reached the door, I saw that the door was half open.

Nan Yan frowned slightly, as if he felt something, and stepped forward and opened the door. At a glance, he saw Zhu Feng sitting inside with a cup of tea on hand.

Hearing them coming back, he said, "Where have you been?"

"..."

Nan Yan was silent for a while, waved her hand at Ran Xiaoyu, signaled her to go down, and then walked in by herself, respectfully bowing to Zhu Feng: "Wearing the emperor, the concubine just went out to get some breath."

"Oh?"

Zhu Feng glanced outside. The rain outside was still pattering, and it was woven into a dense rain curtain throughout the world, which made people feel a little breathless.

Nan Yan also looked back subconsciously, only to realize how bad she had found this "excus".

There was another cold wind blowing in from outside, and it happened that her back was drenched a little by the rain. With this blow, she was suddenly chilled, and she shivered, and immediately sneezed.

Zhu Feng frowned and walked over immediately.

Reaching out and shook her hand, only to find that the fingertips were cold, and the other hand immediately came around and took her into his arms: "Why don't you take care of yourself like this!"

"..."

Nan Yan was stunned and looked up at him.

But I saw Zhu Feng walking forward with her in his arms, and after a while he sat down by the bed. There was a heating stove. With the curling blue smoke, bursts of warmth were also infiltrated, soaked in such warmth. Nan Yan couldn't help it, and sneezed two more times.

Zhu Feng said: "Catch a cold."

After speaking, he got up to call someone to teach the emperor.

Nan Yan hurriedly reached out and grabbed his hand: "The emperor doesn't need it, my concubine is fine."

"You have a cold, how can you be okay?"

"It's really okay. How can it be passed on to the imperial doctor after two sneezes. If it spreads, people will say that the concubine is frivolous."

Zhu Feng frowned again.

Nan Yan was originally in a hurry and could only grab his fingers. At this time, he gently tugged down. Although Zhu Feng could pull his hand out with force to send someone to the doctor, she was chilled by her fingertips. Pinch it, it's a little bit can't shake off.

How can this be?

Moreover, this feeling is very familiar.

He was obviously the most powerful one, his whole body was brute force, but he couldn't use the same actions and strength as a cat like this woman.

He still sat down by the bed.

Reached out and stroked the wet hair on Nan Yan's face behind her ears, feeling that her cheeks were still a little cold, she printed her warm palms on it.

Feeling the temperature of his palm almost exactly the same as in the past, Nan Yan couldn't help but feel a little bit of sourness in his heart.

She whispered: "The emperor wants to know, what did the concubine just do?"

"You, didn't you go out to breathe?"

"Actually, I am going to—"

At this moment, the voice of Grandpa Yu came from the door, and said carefully: "The emperor, the slave and maidservant brought things here."

Zhu Feng turned around immediately: "Well, then come in."

thing? what?

Nan Yan turned his head in a little surprise, and saw that Father Yu was holding a tray with a layer of cloth in his hand. He walked in cautiously and put the tray on the table. It could be seen that the cloth was uneven. , There seems to be a lot of things below.

Zhu Feng said, "Is that this?"

Grandpa Yu lowered his head and replied: "This is the first batch of important items that have been sorted out. There are also some larger items, I'm afraid they will not be able to be shipped temporarily."

Zhu Feng nodded: "Very well, you can go down first."

"Yes, the slave and maid retire."

Duke Yu didn't raise his head, and during the whole process he didn't look at Nan Yan at all, so he retreated.

After a while, he heard his footsteps and walked away on the water outside.

Nan Yan looked at the tray, and saw Zhu Feng slowly get up and walk over, as if he reached out his hand to lift the layer of cloth, looked at the things on it in a daze, and asked softly: "The emperor, what is that?"

Zhu Feng said: "Come and see."

Nan Yan followed along.

As soon as I walked behind him, I saw many objects on the big tray on the table, including hairpins, bracelets, jade pendants, sachets, and even a pair of embroidered shoes that looked very gorgeous and exquisite in workmanship.

Other things were okay, Nan Yan frowned when he saw the embroidered shoes.

She has been in the palace for so long, and she sits in the position of the noble concubine. Of course, she has a very good understanding of the shapes of some items in the palace. The shape of these shoes is exclusively for the queen!

However, looking at the style of these things, they are not the fashionable styles at the moment, and they are a bit old, obviously not used by Xu Miaoyin.

Nan Yan whispered: "The emperor, this is—"

Zhu Feng looked at these things with a complicated expression. After a long time, he slowly said, "These are all things from the queen."

"..."

Nan Yan's breath sank.

Queen Chen's stuff first!

Zhu Feng's-"Mother Queen"!

Although he had known for a long time that Empress Chen was obviously not his biological mother, Zhu Feng still stubbornly called her the mother queen. Firstly, naturally because this was his "identity"; secondly, he also needed this "descent." identity of.

Just like before the amnesia, when he said that he was the daughter of a concubine, he told himself inexplicably that he was a concubine.

This incident, at any time, seemed to be a thorn in his heart.

Nan Yan whispered, "Where did the emperor find these things?"

"On the side of the imperial mausoleum, some things from the mother's queen are enshrined. I asked them to pick up some important ones and bring them over. I want to see them."

"Look?"

Nan Yan couldn't help but frowned: "What are you looking at?"

This sentence is actually a question for nothing.

What else can I see?

Since that night, Zhu Xuan had already said so clearly, Zhu Feng needed this "professional" status, but as a person, he also wanted to figure out his life experience, who was born and who was born. support.

However, there are too few other clues.

He can only look for clues from some relics left by Queen Chen.

Nan Yan looked down at these things on the tray. It had been a few years now. With just a glance, he could feel the ruthlessness of the passing of years. She reached out and picked up the sachet, looked at it, and found that the workmanship was very exquisite, although the pattern was very old, it could be seen that the person doing this was a clever person.

Nan Yan sighed lightly, "Although the mother is a queen, the hands that make these little things are so skillful."

Zhu Feng also took a look.

But she frowned and murmured: "She, it seems - doesn't know how to needle and thread."

"what?"

"I don't remember well, but vaguely feel that she doesn't seem to know how to do needlework."