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

"Keep it and chop firewood or kill a chicken in the future."

After speaking, he put it back in his sleeve.

Hearing this, although it had nothing to do with him, Zhu Feng felt a sense of fire inexplicably, but there was a sense of depression that he couldn't get out of the fire, and he could only watch her turn around and swagger. gone.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard.

Seeing Nan Yan left like this, Feng Qianyan, who had originally planned to humiliate her, also frowned. Just a few times after being recruited, Sinan Yan didn't eat any loss, but he was scared by her using a murder weapon. Cold sweat all over.

How could this be?

Why has she fallen into the quagmire, and still can't beat her? !

She felt uneasy, and didn't know what to do, but faintly felt that the dagger was not simple. You must know that the harem did not allow this kind of weapon to appear, but she could carry such a dagger with her, I was afraid to wish Feng has something to do with it.

It's just that he can't remember it now.

Thinking of this, she was a little nervous again, for fear that Zhu Feng would think of something. When she turned around, she saw Zhu Feng gritting her teeth and looking at the distant back. She felt a little panicked and hurried to Zhu Feng's side. Softly said: "The emperor..."

While talking, a pair of slender hands stroked Zhu Feng's arm.

Her voice was sweet and greasy, she was supposed to be coquettish, but when she met Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng suddenly turned her head and glanced at her, and swallowed the words behind her abruptly.

His gaze is terrible.

His eyes were a little red, like an angry tiger, and as soon as his fingers touched his body, he felt his whole body tense, like a bow pulled to the extreme.

The suppressed anger inside, even if it did not come out, made people palpitate.

Feng Qianyan took a step back in fright.

But Zhu Feng didn't say a word, turned around and walked back to his seat, and sat down.

The constantly fluttering flames illuminated his well-defined and handsome face, but it did not illuminate the bottomless haze in his eyes.

Feng Qianyan couldn't help biting her lower lip.

I was pregnant with the dragon seed. I was supposed to be the most favored and the one who made Zhu Feng the most happy, but why did Sinanyan just come here and mess up everything!

She gritted her teeth and glanced back, but Nan Yan's back had disappeared.

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Everyone on this side was thinking of what the imperial concubine had just said in his heart, which was almost a provocation to the emperor, and it was simply bold.

Nanyan, naturally, walks smartly.

However, when she slowly walked back to her camp, she didn't know why, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, becoming heavier and heavier.

Seeing her staggering a little, Ran Xiaoyu hurried forward with a sprint and held her in a hand: "Manny!"

Nan Yan was in a daze.

She turned her head, saw Ran Xiaoyu, smiled at her.

"Xiaoyu."

"Manny."

"Did you just see it?"

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her and hesitated for a moment: "The slave servant saw it."

"I'm good."

"..."

"Feng Qianyan, she thought she became Concubine Ning, and she could step on my head if she was pregnant with a dragon seed? It's eight hundred years ago!"

"..."

"Even if I don't have anything, I am no one, but the three words'Si Nanyan' are not something she can step on!"

She said to herself, and Ran Xiaoyu kept looking at her silently.

At this time, he reached out and stroked her face, and said softly: "Manny, you--don't cry."

"...!"

Nan Yan was taken aback.

She stretched out her hand in amazement, only to realize that a tear in her eyes dripped unconsciously.