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

Nan Yan was taken aback.

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

"how--?"

She looked at the wetness on her fingertips with a little bewilderment, but just like this light touch, more and more tears, like beads with broken threads, fell rustlingly.

how come?

She became more and more at a loss, raising her hand to wipe her cheek with the back of her hand, but she couldn't stop the flood of tears.

how come?

While wiping the tears from her face, she asked herself at a loss-why?

Why do you cry?

Obviously it was "broken". Even if the knife hadn't been sent out, it had a completely different meaning to herself, and she had already settled to pay attention. No matter how Zhu Feng or Feng Qianyan was, she just had to be herself.

Did the former Sinan Yan.

Even if that Sinanyan was lonely and destitute, his heart was strong.

She had made up her mind, but why did she still cry?

Seeing her feel so helpless, even a little clumsy, to wipe her tears, Ran Xiaoyu couldn't help it. She reached out to stop Nan Yan, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her cheek: "Manny, it's okay. Up."

"..."

"It's okay, everything will be fine."

Nan Yan looked at her for a long while and smiled sadly.

It turns out that there are some things that I can only tell myself, and I can only lie to myself.

Even if she was so stubborn and resolute in front of everyone, she would end up with a real heartache, but it was still herself.

The days that have been on the blade, the hardest, and the days that have survived bit by bit, others don't know, Zhu Feng has also forgotten.

Only she, still remembers, still nostalgic.

That is the loneliest memory in the whole world.

Feeling that Ran Xiaoyu was still wiping away her tears, Nan Yan smiled, reached out to block her hand, and shook his head: "I'm fine."

"Manny..."

"I'm really fine."

While she was talking and smiling, she walked slowly back to the fire and sat down, looking at the burning flame, she said calmly: "All the tenderness and sweetness are given by him, and he wants to take it away. , Just take it away."

"..."

"I do not care."

"..."

"I do not care……"

Seeing her lost, Ran Xiaoyu was speechless, so she could only sit next to her and accompany her quietly.

The night gradually deepened.

The empress has been quiet, and all the concubines have returned to their tents, and these low-level court ladies and eunuchs don't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so they can only sleep outside.

Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu carried a piece of suede with him.

Although Nan Yan didn't know why she brought this thing, she hadn't seen it before, but after she met Ye Qi, it was there.

She didn't ask much.

The two lay on their sides. After a while, they heard Ran Xiaoyu's breathing become even and heavy.

She fell asleep.

However, Nan Yan kept his bright, hollow eyes open.

The surrounding bonfires were gradually extinguished, and under the dim light, she stroked the dagger with one hand.

The rough pattern on it is already very familiar, as if it were carved on her heart.

But she still stroked it over and over again, gently.

At this time, the time is coming.

Nan Yan looked back at Ran Xiaoyu behind her. She was already asleep and everyone around was asleep.

She stood up cautiously and walked towards the thick woods.