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

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."

"..."

Nan Yan didn't speak either, but her eyebrows slowly frowned. When Zhu Feng looked at the sachet in her hand, her dignified expression made her feel a little complicated.

Who is the "she" he said?

Is it the real Empress Chen or Princess Tana?

He shouldn't have a deep impression of them, and it's not easy for him to use "too much forgiveness" twice and still feel it.

But even so, he was so stubborn to look for clues in these old items.

After all, everyone wants to know where they came from.

That seems to be the key to deciding where one will go in the future.

For a person like Zhu Feng, his own destiny and the destiny of the world are in his hands. Therefore, it is difficult for him to accept that he does not know anything about the past. It is precisely because of his pursuit that Nan Yan His heart is even more contradictory.

Because she knows the truth.

However, after returning to Peiping, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin had heard her face to her more than once. It was only King Ning who mentioned this matter before, which caused Zhu Feng's mentality to fall into chaos, and then slaughtered in the palace. They used him too much.

If you tell him again, what will be the result?

Will it push him into desperation again?

However, don't ask whether he can bear the third time of forgetfulness. Just himself, he can't bear him forgetting himself again.

Nan Yan sighed heavily.

Zhu Feng felt something and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing?"

"Why do you suddenly sigh, did you think of something?"

"No."

Nan Yan shook his head hurriedly to cover up, and then said, "The emperor, you said-'she' can't needle and thread," does it mean that Empress Chen can't do needlework?

Zhu Feng frowned and said softly: "Yes."

"really?"

Zhu Feng looked at her and laughed blankly: "Unless I feel wrong, otherwise, what do I lie to you in this matter?"

"..."

Nan Yan tilted his head for a while, and felt right.

Empress Chen was the first empress of the dynasty. She was virtuous and dignified, and she was the mother of the world, but she did not come from a famous family, but was like Emperor Gao. She was born in a cold and bitter family. She was lost since childhood and followed her adoptive father in the army. , It should have never been a female needleworker.

But this sachet--

Although she probably knew Zhu Feng's life experience, these clues actually didn't make much sense to her, but Nan Yan still felt a little inexplicable about this sachet.

I don't know what it is.

She thought for a while, and subconsciously sent the sachet under her nose and smelled it.

It stands to reason that this sachet is the relic of Empress Chen, not counting how long she used it, it has been more than ten or twenty years now, and the smell has long been very weak, but after Nan Yan took a deep breath, it was faint. It smelled a very light scent.

"what?"

Nan Yan frowned subconsciously.

Zhu Feng had already picked up other things and looked at it. Hearing this, Zhu Feng immediately turned his head again: "What's the matter?"

South flue: "This fragrance—"

"Does this sachet still have a fragrance?"

As he said, he immediately took it from her hand and sniffed deeply under his nose.

Immediately, Nan Yan felt the breath of him around him stopped, as if his body was stiff, and immediately looked at him: "The emperor, what's the matter?"

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak.

It's just that the fingers of the hand holding the sachet are a bit stiff.

This taste--

This taste--

Why did some inexplicable pictures flashed before his eyes when he smelled this smell, but when he wanted to see clearly, they flashed by again.

But that feeling made him a little unspeakable, a sense of familiarity.

Zhu Feng's brows gradually wrinkled into a knot, and Nan Yan immediately saw that his gaze became a little more confusing.

Nan Yan subconsciously said, "The emperor, what's wrong with you?"

He didn't respond to himself.

She increased her voice: "The emperor!"

Zhu Feng was shocked, as if suddenly awakened from a nightmare, turned his head to look at her, Nan Yan said: "What happened to the emperor? This sachet, do you think of anything?"

"..."

Zhu Feng couldn't speak, he looked at the small sachet in his hand with a complicated expression, and for a long while, he muttered, "I don't know."

Nan Yan suddenly felt a little guilty.

It was not because she had done something wrong and she was guilty, but she was afraid that something would once again cause Zhu Feng's bad memories, and let the beast in his heart break free again.

She whispered: "The emperor, if there are no clues about these things, just leave them temporarily. If you are looking for clues, it's actually better to be some letters."

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while and nodded: "Yes."

But still holding the sachet did not let go.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand and took the sachet carefully from him. Zhu Feng looked up at her, and Nan Yan took the opportunity to turn the topic off: "Did the emperor find some letter-like relics from the mother and queen?"

Zhu Feng said: "These things are more difficult to find, and they are not in the imperial tombs. I am still making people think of a way."

"Oh?"

Nan Yan took the opportunity to hold his hand: "Why the emperor sweats so much? Come here to sit down and have some tea."

Her hands were soft and gentle, she pulled Zhu Feng and sat on the other side, and then personally made tea and delivered it to Zhu Feng. Zhu Feng took a sip, and the inexplicable thing in her heart seemed to be pressed down. less.

Nan Yan asked, "Is the emperor any better?"

He looked up at her: "Yeah."

Nan Yan smiled softly.

The two sat for a while, and when the rain stopped outside, Zhu Feng was about to go back to the Imperial Study Room to continue his government affairs. Before leaving, he said to Nanyan: "I will put the things of the mother and queen here first. Check it often and think about it."

Nan Yan nodded: "Yes, my concubine will collect all these things."

Zhu Feng left.

When he left, Nan Yan returned to the table, looked at the things on the tray, and was silent for a while, then picked up the sachet and put it under his nose and smelled it.

Ran Xiaoyu just walked in and asked softly: "Niang, this sachet-is there any problem?"

"..."

Nan Yan did not speak.

It's just that a little complicated light flashed through those gentle eyes.

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On the other side, after Zhu Feng walked out of the cold palace, he walked forward and passed Yanxi Palace.

However, he only glanced at it and did not go in.

Then continue to move forward.

Seeing this situation, the Jade Father who followed him secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Zhu Feng said: "The imperial concubine went to Yanxi Palace, right?"