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

Nan Yan stared at her and slowly said: "At the beginning, you saw the painting in my collection in Yikun Palace. You said, you have seen the person on the painting."

"..."

"Is this sentence true or false?"

"..."

When she said this, she saw Feng Shu's frantic eyes suddenly condensed, as if something had been touched in her heart.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Nan Yan.

Nan Yan also stared at her closely.

The eyes of the two people flickered constantly, and the room was so quiet that you could almost hear the wind blowing off the dead leaves on the trees and falling onto the snow.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Shu suddenly smiled again.

"Hehe."

Her smile was different from just now, as if she was a little stupid, her mouth split to reveal her white teeth, but her eyes were inexplicably quiet.

She said: "What did I lie to you for?"

"..."

Nan Yan took a deep breath.

Although Feng Shu is crazy now, her words are correct.

Indeed, what she lied to her.

There is no need at all.

She was sent to the palace by King Ning and the others to seduce Zhu Feng with the fragrance of her body, so that the emperor could make wrong judgments, so that King Ning could take advantage of it, but, all of this, what they said to her Irrelevant.

and--

She hadn't been guilty of extra-junctions, and said those things to her to create another incident.

Therefore, she said at the time that she had seen Bowang Hou Siboyan in the painting, which was true.

As a result, Nan Yan's breathing became heavier than before, and said: "Then, can you make it clear, when did you see him?"

"When?"

Feng Shu frowned again.

After she fell into madness, her mind was chaotic, and it was not easy to be able to talk to people.

To remind her of what she once said, but also to remember what happened many years ago——

This is really difficult.

Nan Yan frowned when she saw her, thinking hard, but after a long time, she couldn't remember anything.

Moreover, the more she thought about it, the more headache, the more she thought about it, the more painful she was, even holding her head with her hands, she groaned uncomfortably: "I, I can't remember, I—"

"Feng Shu!"

"I, when did I meet him, I can't remember!"

She talked more and more anxiously. A pair of scrawny hands grabbed Nan Yan and said eagerly: "When did you see him? I can't remember, I can't remember, will the emperor come to see me?"

Nan Yan was frightened.

When the people outside heard Feng Shu’s voice, worried that she would run into the imperial concubine again, they hurried to the door: "The imperial concubine empress!"

Nan Yan only looked back at them, and immediately said, "It's okay."

"She didn't hurt the concubine, did she?"

"The mother must be careful."

Nan Yan immediately said, "It's okay in this palace, you quit!"

"Yes."

These people couldn't, they had to withdraw again, and retreated to guard around the house.

Nan Yan took a deep breath, lowered her head again, looked at Feng Shu who was flustered, thought for a while, and said, "Do you still remember, you told this palace that you were in a dozen or twenty years? I saw him years ago."

"..."

When Feng Shu heard this, he became quiet again.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Nan Yan.

Muttered: "Ten...20 years ago?"

Nan Yan stared at her eyes closely, not letting go of any slight changes, and asked word by word: "What I want to ask you is-is it more than a decade ago or more than 20 years ago? ?"