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

A ray of light fell on both hands.

And these hands are not a person's hands, but two hands clasped together, index fingers entangled.

By this time she fell asleep, Nan Yan gradually became a little awake, feeling heavy hands and a little hot, she frowned slightly, and then opened her eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was stunned.

Because it was Zhu Feng who was sitting on the bedside!

I don't know if he didn't sleep all night, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his eyes were a little blue.

And his eyes--

Nan Yan has never seen such a gaze. Never before, Zhu Feng’s gaze was either deep and incomprehensible, or violent, but at this moment, when he looked down at him, his gaze was still, but his eyes In the depths of her, there seemed to be something flickering.

With a trace of enthusiasm, it seemed to be at a loss.

He looked like an extremely hungry person walking in the desert, suddenly arrived at the water source, looking at the clear spring flowing under his feet, but didn't know what to do.

Looking at him like this, Nan Yan seemed to be at a loss for a while.

I don't know what to do.

The two of them looked at each other quietly.

Although he didn't move and said nothing, as soon as he saw Nan Yan woke up, Zhu Feng's hand that had held her tightly all night began to force himself involuntarily. His palm was originally wide, and he clasped Nan Yan's small hand. live.

The ten fingers are clasped together, and the palms are completely pressed together.

It's no wonder that in a dream, you can feel a kind of inexplicable heat directly in your heart.

At this moment, the heat that belonged to him was still continuously transmitted from his palm to her palm, and then warmed into her heart along the arm, Nan Yan shuddered inexplicably.

At this time, Zhu Feng finally spoke.

The whole night's silence, the torment inside, made his whole person like a piece of ice wrapped in flames. At this time, when he spoke, his voice was completely hoarse.

"you're awake."

"..."

Nan Yan didn't answer him immediately, because hearing his hoarse voice, like rough sand, gave her a feeling of being in a desert.

As if the breath left from a dream.

She was silent for a while, but asked softly: "Is everything arranged for the little princess?"

"..."

Zhu Feng's eyes flashed slightly again.

He could see that although Nan Yan had been awake for a while and looked up at herself, the expression in her eyes had always been misty, or in other words, she hadn't pulled out of her dream.

But when she spoke, she asked this.

She really saw it.

I'm still worried about myself...

Hearing these words, there was a karma fire burning inside, and his feeling of burning five internal parts faded slightly. Zhu Feng looked down at her, his voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice, and he said solemnly: arranged."

"..."

Hearing this, Nan Yan didn't know what it was like in his heart, so he nodded slightly.

Then, he looked at his hand again.

She doesn't know when Zhu Feng came, but it seems that this feeling has always existed in her dreams, and she doesn't know how long it has been.

If before, she looked at the hands of two people together, Zhu Feng would probably let go, but this time, Zhu Feng did not let go.

Instead, she exerted a slight force and clasped her fingers.

Nan Yan frowned suddenly.

But he heard his hoarse voice: "What should I do?"

"..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"..."

"Nanyan...?"

Each of his words was like a burning needle, pierced into his chest abruptly, Nan Yan's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the corners of his eyes were hot and red.

She clenched her lower lip, and subconsciously pulled her hand back.

"Nanyan!"

Zhu Feng was a little anxious, as if Nan Yan not only wanted to take his hand out of his hand, but also wanted the whole person to leave him. He clasped his big hand and grasped Nan Yan's hand tightly. , But because the voice was originally hoarse, calling her like this made her voice more flustered and determined.

It seemed that someone was crying sternly.

He did not allow her to leave!

Nan Yan's brows frowned even more tightly. He raised his head and glanced at him, then looked at his fingers, which were tightly grasped by him, almost white with stretched fingers. After a moment of silence, he said, "It hurts."

"...!"

When she heard her yelling pain, Zhu Feng was a little flustered again.

He wanted to loosen his hand, but he hesitated to loosen it completely. The big hand was tight and loose, loose and tight, almost crushing Nan Yan's hand bones.

Nan Yan took a deep breath and said lightly: "If the emperor must do something, let go of his concubine first, right?"

Zhu Feng listened and looked down at her.

"Where are you going?"

"..."

Nan Yan lay on the bed and didn't even mean to get up. She just lay down so quietly, with a pair of indifferent eyes, a little bit of frost, and said lightly: "Where can I go?"

"..."

Zhu Feng's heart seemed to be touched slightly by something.

Finally, slowly let go of her hand.

But just when Nan Yan was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly stretched out his hand again and grabbed her.

"Ok?"

Nan Yan looked up at him in a daze, but saw that Zhu Feng frowned, put his hand back into the quilt, and was tucked by the corner.

"..."

Obviously knowing that he is guilty at this time, and everything he experienced before can not be restored by the warmth of this moment...

But the warmth at this moment is indeed real.

Nan Yan sighed lightly in her heart.

Seeing the slight redness in the corners of her eyes, Zhu Feng said solemnly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"..."

Nan Yan thought for a while, then looked up at him, his eyes seemed to have no deep meaning: "Where is the emperor? Is the emperor sleeping well?"

"I, I didn't sleep well."

"..."

"I don't seem to be asleep, and I seem to be asleep again, having a long dream."

"..."

"I seem to be in a dream, after a lot of things, but if I think about it carefully, it seems that I can't remember it anymore."

Nan Yan was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Maybe, it should be forgotten."

"..."

"Things that should be forgotten are naturally not remembered, and there is no need to think about them."

Looking at her drooping eyelids, Zhu Feng's voice became hoarse, almost unable to make a sound. He only said with a dull breath: "But there are some things, I already know."

"...!"

Nan Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly.

My heart seems to be pierced by something again.

Seeing her silent, Zhu Feng slowly leaned down, reached out and stroked her cheek, and said dumbly: "Nan Yan, you--"

"..."

"Why don't you tell me?"