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

Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment: "This is—"

Ran Xiaoyu said: "Just now, it wasn't me."

"..."

Nan Yan looked at her with wide eyes in astonishment. Just as she was about to say something, she was upset and coughed.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly reached out and patted her back to give her comfort, Nan Yan coughed for a long time before relieving, her eyes were a little red, not only coughing, but also a little frightened.

"What's the matter? Not you?"

"No."

Nan Yan admitted that he had never been a person who was deflated, even if he was bullied by Si Muyun and others at home since he was a child, he would definitely try to get it back, let alone a Feng Qianyan.

What if it's Concubine Ning?

She is not afraid!

Feng Qianyan dared to punish herself with yin tricks, and he dared to punish her with yin tricks.

But she didn't expect that the piece of wood that made Ning Fei's carriage roll into the river was not made by Ran Xiaoyu, so who would it be?

Who will fix Concubine Ning at this time?

Is someone having a grudge against Concubine Ning? Or is someone secretly helping himself?

Thinking about this, she subconsciously raised her head and looked around, but there were busy people around her, and not many people noticed them.

She felt a little puzzled, and couldn't help but cough.

Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly threw away the wood in her hand, carefully wiped her back smoothly, and whispered: "How is your mother?"

"I'm fine."

She coughed and waved her hand gently.

After rolling in the wind and rain for so long, if you don’t become strong, you can only wait to die. At this time, the stubbornness that couldn’t be beaten since childhood is born in your body, and the lingering low-grade fever actually subsided. Physical strength gradually recovered.

However, cold symptoms remained.

Of course, this is much better than when I couldn't afford to be sick in the cold palace before. At this moment, a mother walked by and pointed at them and said, "You can't come to work?"

The emperor and the concubines had tents and carriages, and these low-grade court ladies and eunuchs were basically living and sleeping. If they didn't work, they wouldn't even have food at night.

Ran Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and helped Nan Yan walk over.

She first found a big rock, wiped it clean and let her sit down, and then went to collect wood to make a fire by herself. The mother frowned and said, "She won't move?"

Ran Xiaoyu said: "I said, I can do two people's work alone, and she doesn't have to work."

The mother sneered and said, "I think I am a mother."

"She was."

"Then ask the emperor, do you recognize this empress?"

As soon as Ran Xiaoyu heard this, her brows wrinkled, and the mother said coldly: "Don't think of yourself as the master, the real women are all over there, beside the emperor, you, if you don't have this life, just Work well for me!"

After speaking, he walked away.

Nan Yan was silent for a while, did not say anything, and slowly stood up.

"Manny!"

Ran Xiaoyu hurried over to help her, gritted her teeth and said: "Don't listen to that long-tongue woman talking nonsense, take a good rest."

Nan Yan turned to look at her, but smiled calmly: "You think I'm angry."

"..."

"I didn't, I just thought she was right."

"..."

"Now, I can't live on the favor of others, let alone live on you. I have to live on my own. After all, you are not an iron man. How can you do two things for me."

"Manny!"

Seeing her calm and smiling, Ran Xiaoyu couldn't speak, but felt very sad.

Now, she seemed to look away.

But if there is no pain to the extreme, who would look away?

Therefore, the more calm Nan Yan was, the better she could understand the suffering she was suffering.

She was still thinking, Nan Yan had already walked to the front, smiled back at her, and said, "Hurry up, pick up some firewood to make a fire, otherwise it will be very cold at night."

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu gritted his teeth, swallowed the bit of sorrow in his heart, and walked forward.

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Whenever the emperor went to a place, he had to send the guards a few miles around to clear the ground, encircle a place to not allow other people to enter, and naturally they did not allow people to leave. They collected firewood and water in this area Cooking.

When the place is big, people gradually dispersed.

Nan Yan and Ran Xiaoyu walked into a forest, and after a while, they also separated.

The voices of those people talking and doing things came from behind him. Nan Yan only looked back, sighed softly, and continued to leaned down to find a dry tree branch for firewood.

After all, it had rained continuously for several days before, and it was not easy to find dry branches.

She was rummaging in the haystack, and suddenly, her finger hurt.

"what!"

She whispered, and was about to retract her hand to look at it. At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out next to her and grabbed her hand.

Turning his head to see, it turned out that Li Bu hurt.

Nan Yan looked at him in surprise: "No harm, why are you—"

Li Bushang was expressionless. In this silent dusk, the light in the forest was already dim, making his expression look a little gloomy. He looked at Nan Yan's hand carefully, and it was pierced by a small wooden thorn.

Whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Nan Yan was also a little surprised how he suddenly appeared, and he didn't hear his footsteps at all, so he didn't care to answer his questions.

And Li Bu hurt glanced at her.

Suddenly lowered her head and held her finger.

"...!"

Nan Yan's heart jumped suddenly, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, looking at him with hot blush.

Li Bushang did not change his expression, turned his head and sipped, and said, "How is it, is it still painful?"

"..."

Nan Yan was stunned, only to realize that the wooden thorn stuck in his finger was missing.

He sucked it out.

Nan Yan hesitated, and said softly: "Much, thank you."

Li Bushang looked down at her: "You told me'thank you'?"

"..."

At this moment, Nan Yan didn't know what to say. The moment just now made her a little heartbeat, but it was not a feeling of heartbeat, but was frightened.

Zhu Feng has been taboo against Li for countless times to get close to her.

In the past, I didn't care much about it, but one by one, she realized that maybe this younger brother, his thoughts about him, were not simple.

Although Zhu Feng's thoughts have nothing to do with her, she still regards Li Bushang as her younger brother.

His actions like this still made himself uneasy.

Seeing Nan Yan's twinkling eyes, Li Bushang seemed to see something, and said softly, "Are you afraid of me?"

"..."

Nan Yan shook his head: "Yes, no."

"Then, you blame me for not coming to see you in the palace these days and not taking care of you?"

"..."

Nan Yan was silent for a while, raised her head to look at him, and said, "Is it you just now?"