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

Xu Miaoyin said: "The emperor gave courtesy to scholars, knowing that scholars are the pillars of the country, no matter where they are in court or wherever they are, these people are indispensable. Do you want this palace to punish you for discussing politics like this?"

Li Pan'er bowed her head in fright: "I don't dare to concubine."

Although Li Pan'er's grade is not high, because of her background, everyone treats her and Concubine Kang the same. When she was scolded like this, several concubines around also stood up.

"Queen Empress, please calm down."

"Yes, Huiyi is just not worthy of the emperor's painstaking efforts."

"Please don't blame the empress."

Xu Miaoyin glanced at them lightly.

Then he waved his hand: "Sit down."

Li Pan'er sat back in the chair with everyone, Xu Miaoyin said: "Know that the emperor is upset, don't talk nonsense to add to the emperor's block, other things, you still have to keep in mind one thing-the harem, don't do politics. "

Everyone hurriedly said: "Yes."

The atmosphere was not too enthusiastic, and after a few words, everyone broke up.

Li Pan'er walked on the road, still a little unconvinced: "It is said that the harem can't do politics, but the imperial concubine who lives in the cold palace has followed the emperor how many places, and she did not speak less about the previous affairs."

Feng Feng Qianyan on the side said in a low voice: "Emperor Huiyi should say a few words, the emperor treats the imperial concubine differently, this, we can't talk."

Li Pan'er angrily kicked a small rock under her feet.

She added: "Usually, although the emperor doesn't come to our place very often, he can still meet him on weekdays anyway, but recently, it's not easy to even see him. Every time I go to the Imperial Study Room to deliver tea, Duke Yu also does Stop it."

The concubine next to her said, "Emperor Hui, too?"

"We were all stopped back."

"Is the emperor so upset?"

Although they talked about it, they couldn't tell the reason. They only complained to each other a few words, and then went back to their respective residences.

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While they were talking, Nan Yan sneezed several times in the cold palace not far away.

As soon as the strength in his hand diverged, the embroidery needle stuck into the fingertip.

"Ouch!"

She whispered, and Ran Xiaoyu, who was working on the side, ran over and hurried over, holding her hand to see that a drop of blood had appeared on the snow-white fingertips, condensed into a small bead.

"Why is the mother so careless?"

As she said, she quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped her off, and asked, "Does it hurt? Would you like a servant to get the medicine?"

Nan Yan was amused by her, smiled and pulled her hand back, only sucked in her mouth, and said: "What is such a fuss about, you have to take medicine after a shot? If I get sick, you still Have you lifted this place?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Tongyun walked in from outside.

He said hurriedly, "How can the empress say such things, she's just cursing herself."

Nian Qiu also hurriedly said, "Yes, I can't talk nonsense about being sick."

Nan Yan was held back by them, so he pucked three times in a row before he passed the test. Nianqiu walked over and looked at what was half embroidered in her hand, and said, "Manny, are you embroidering a sachet?"

"Ok."

"Yes, is it embroidered according to the sachet that the emperor brought over?"

Nan Yan did not speak, and glanced down at the semi-finished product in his hand.

Somewhat alike.

However, it doesn't really matter what the appearance is, what matters is what the spices are inside. I originally wanted to know that I could see it by opening the sachet, but it was the relic of Empress Chen Xian. Of course, she could not damage it at will, so she could only identify the material inside by smelling the inside.

By the way, things have been left for more than ten or twenty years, and the fragrance is already very weak.

So, she has spent a lot of time these days, and she hasn't been fully matched.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps from far away.

The footsteps have been very familiar to them these days. Although they have not come so often in recent days, they can recognize them as soon as they hear them.

Nianqiu looked back and said hurriedly: "The emperor is here."

When Nan Yan heard it, he first rolled up the needles and sachets in his hands and threw them back into the bamboo trousers. He took a veil and covered it, and handed it to Ran Xiaoyu: "Go and collect it."

This is the case every time.

Ran Xiaoyu immediately took it and put it in the cabinet on the other side. Just after closing the cabinet door, Zhu Feng walked in.

Nan Yan got up and bowed down: "The concubine pays respects to the emperor."

Aunt Tongyun and the others also knelt and bowed together.

Zhu Feng's face was still a little tired, but he walked over immediately, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground: "Get up."

"Xie Emperor."

"You all get up too."

"Xie Emperor."

Everyone got up and hurriedly made tea, watching Zhu Feng pull her arm and sit on the couch, but he didn't let go of his hand, squeezing two hands: "Why do you dress so thin?" "

Nan Yan smiled and said, "It's not cold recently."

"This is Beiping, unlike the south, the wind is strong in spring, you should still wear warmer."

"Concubine knows."

Zhu Feng looked up again at the bright spring outside the window. The willow branches swayed lightly in the wind. From a distance, you can see the lively red flowers and green leaves on the wall, adding a bit of gorgeous color to this spring.

He said: "Speaking of which, Beiping is just that, not as good as Jinling."

"..."

Hearing these words, Nan Yan couldn't help but stunned.

You know, Zhu Feng has stayed in Peking for more than ten years. Even if he loses his memory, his goodwill for this place has deepened into his bones. Peking is equivalent to his hometown. People always prefer their hometown, so in his mouth, There is nothing wrong with Peking.

At this moment, he suddenly said that the spring here is not as good as Jinling, which made Nan Yan a little surprised.

What's up with him?

She was looking at Zhu Feng's handsome profile face in a daze, but Zhu Feng looked at the spring outside in a daze. After a while, she turned her head and looked at her: "Nanyan, do you want to go back to Jinling to see the spring?"

Nan Yan was even more startled: "The emperor, want to go back to Jinling?"

Zhu Feng leaned on the cushion, stretched out his arms and stretched out to make himself more comfortable, and said, "Of course, it's not now. It will take a while. I have to wait-let's talk about it."

"..."

He seemed to be waiting for something.

However, since he didn't say it clearly, Nan Yan didn't ask.

Just watching him sit on the cushion like this, he knew that he must have been sitting in the Imperial Study Room for the whole morning, and he hadn’t changed his posture when dealing with government affairs, so now he is so stiff. Normally, his back is straight wherever he sits It's like a javelin.

It can be seen that it is exhausted.

Nan Yan felt a little distressed, thought about it, and said softly, "Help the emperor squeeze your shoulders."

Zhu Feng glanced at her and said with a smile but a smile: "Is your hand strength enough?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "The emperor, don't underestimate people."

After speaking, he moved behind him and sat down on his knees, helping him pinch his shoulders.

Zhu Feng's shoulders are very generous and firm. He has been practicing martial arts all the year round and he has been trained on the battlefield. It is also hard to pinch. In order to make him more comfortable, Nan Yan squeezed it twice: "Emperor, how is it?"

"Like a mosquito bite."

"..."

Nan Yan was displeased when he heard it, so he simply raised his elbow and got enough milk to drill down into his shoulder.

He tried so hard, but Zhu Feng just grunted: "Well, it's okay."

Nan Yan was going to beat him.

But the hand fell, but it stopped at the base of his neck and kneaded vigorously.

In fact, her strength is really not that great. For a thick-skinned person like Zhu Feng, even if she really beats hard, it has little effect on him; however, she feels a pair of soft little hands. Being busy, just this feeling made him more comfortable.

He snorted softly.

Nan Yan lay on his shoulders and asked softly, "Is the emperor still worrying about the affairs of the South recently?"

Zhu Feng's breath sank slightly.

After a long while, he said, "These people don't make people worry."

Nan Yan's brows also frowned, and said, "Who is making trouble?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while before he said, "I told you before that since that incident-since the changes in the past few days, the students who followed Mr. Jian to the north have left Beiping in large numbers."

When Nan Yan heard it, her breath suddenly sank.

"Are those students?"

"Only in the past two days did the southern folds come up. After the students returned, they promoted the Jane's affairs everywhere..."

Having said this, Zhu Feng couldn't help gritting his teeth.

What happened to the Jane’s family was completely caused by his own “fighting the upper body”. Of course, the emperor could not admit his mistakes, but there was no way to put aside this cognition in his heart. My heart became more and more angry.

Nan Yan naturally knew what he was thinking.

After being silent for a while, he said, "So, are the students making trouble?"

"Ok."

"However, after these students go back, they should all be separated and go to their respective homes. How could they make such a big incident?"

"..."

"Could it be—"

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and said, "There are several academies in the south."

"College?"

Upon hearing these two words, Nan Yan's heart jumped inexplicably.

"What college?"

"There are several names listed in the booklet, all of which have suddenly emerged recently. The privately-run academies are said to not ask students for discipline at all. Even students from poor families can get subsidies for entering the academy."

"Is there such a thing?"

Nan Yan's eyes widened in shock.

This—even though the establishment of the college is for preaching and reassurance, not for business, but you shouldn’t let yourself lose money.

Don't ask for money from students, return money to students.

Who would do such a thing?

And what is the purpose of those who do these things?

Nan Yan said, "So, are the students in these colleges gathering people to make trouble?"