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

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in my ear: "What is the mother thinking?"

"what!"

Nan Yan immediately returned to his senses, and turned his head to see that it was the middle-aged man named Li Lai who walked to his window at some point and was saluting to himself.

Nan Yan frowned slightly.

For this sentence, Zhu Feng can ask, Ran Xiaoyu can ask, and even the people around him can ask.

But how could he, a common man who was rescued from the bandit's den by Ye Xu, dare to run to his own noble concubine and ask what he was thinking?

This can be called arrogance.

Nan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You, ask my palace?"

"Yes."

Li Lai didn't seem to realize that he was a little offended, or that he touched the imperial concubine empress, and said with a smile: "The grassroots passed by here and saw the empress looking at the clouds in the sky, thoughtful, wondering if there was anything upsetting. Caomin can do his best."

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him for a while.

Then smiled: "You do have a heart."

"..."

"But, why do you see that this palace looks at the clouds in the sky, it is annoying?"

"..."

"Maybe, I just think the weather is good."

"This--"

Li Lai also turned his head to look at the horizon, and then smiled and said, "Cao Min, dare, noble concubine, this weather is not going to get better."

"what?"

Nan Yan frowned slightly when he heard this.

Li Lai pointed to the faint red light on the side of the day, and said: "In the northwest, this kind of sky light indicates that a big sandstorm is about to come. When the sandstorm comes, it will cover the sky and the sun, and people can't even breathe."

"Oh?"

Nan Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

She is not familiar with the astronomical phenomena, nor the climate in the northwest. She just looked at the clouds in the sky, especially the burning clouds on the horizon, and felt that the weather was not bad. Who knows, it turned out to be a precursor of a great sandstorm?

but--

This Li Lai is here to tell myself this?

Nan Yan looked at him and found that although this man is middle-aged and has dark and rough skin, his facial features are still very good. When he wants to be young, he should be considered a beautiful man, and besides just asking himself, he is thinking. In addition to anything, the speech seemed very polite.

Nan Yan thought for a while, and then said with a smile, "You have a heart."

"The empress is absurd."

"Before you said that you are in business."

"Yes."

"what kind of business?"

"raw silk."

"Where is your hometown?"

"Yunnan."

"I was born in Yunnan, and now I can run far enough to come to the northwest."

Then Li Lai smiled and said, "If you are not profitable, you can't get too early. Now the emperor has opened the door to the northwest and can communicate with the Western Regions. The silk business is the most prosperous, so how can you be lazy?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "This is reasonable. However, I am afraid that there is no benefit for you this time."

Li Lai sighed, and said, "This trip is naturally worthless."

"Then, are you still in business?"

"Of course we do."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Look at what the mother said, how can you stop eating because of choking."

"That's true, you are justified."

The two wentssiping, Li Lai was standing at the door with a walking stick. He seemed a little tired at this time, so he cautiously said: "If Niangniang has nothing to say, Caomin will leave first."

"You go."

"Yes."

After speaking, he turned and left slowly.

Nan Yan looked at his back, especially at his limping footsteps, frowning slightly. At this moment, another familiar voice came from the side and said, "Manny."

Turning around, it was Ran Xiaoyu.

Holding a tray in her hand, a bowl of hot soup came over.

"Xiaoyu, when did you come?"

"I have been here for a while, and I saw the empress talking to that person, so I didn't come over."

Xiaoyu said as she walked into the room, put the tray on the table, put the hot soup in Nan Yan's hand, and said, "Why would the mother call him over?"

"Why would my palace call him? He said he passed by."

"Passing by, passing by here?"

Ran Xiaoyu frowned.

But Nan Yan only smiled faintly.

Ran Xiaoyu said again: "Then, what did he say to the empress?"

"Speaking of the weather, he said that there may be a big sandstorm in these two days."

"real or fake?"

"I'll know then,"

As Nan Yan said, the corner of his mouth raised a little, and said, "It is true or not, it can always be confirmed."

"The mother told him for a long time, what are you talking about?"

"My palace is asking about his origin."

"Then he—"

"He said that he was from Yunnan, and he was in the silk business. It sounded no flaws, and his accent was indeed the accent there."

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu stopped, did not speak immediately, but was silent for a while.

Then he said: "There are only two outsiders in the entire captain's mansion. If he has no problem, then there is a problem, I'm afraid it is the other one."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan couldn't help but smile.

Of course she knew that Ran Xiaoyu would not like Xue Ling no matter what, especially in the current situation, she had to use all her heart to guard against that girl.

I didn't say much.

Only lightly said: "My palace has said that it is true or false, and it can always be confirmed."

"..."

"You don't have to be impatient."

"Yes."

While talking, Nan Yan lowered his head again, looked at the bowl of hot soup that Ran Xiaoyu had brought in front of him, and frowned slightly.

In general, the prophet will give you something in the kitchen, and, because of your own body, you are familiar with the taste of some medicinal soup.

But this bowl of soup tastes a little strange.

It seems that it does not make people have any appetite.

So he said, "What is this—what?"

As soon as the voice fell, she regretted it.

Because Ran Xiaoyu's face sank.

Nan Yan suddenly became quieter, and said softly: "This, this is—"

Ran Xiaoyu frowned and said, "Is it so bad and so bad?"

"Well, this is what you did?"

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu didn't want to talk.

This was burned out by herself in the kitchen for half a day, but it was sent there and fed to Ye Yu. Even in a coma, without any consciousness, he was determined not to swallow a drop.

She had the same attitude when she sent it to Nan Yan.

She angrily said: "Don't drink it!"

You have to take it away after you finish talking.

Nan Yan almost stared out his eyes.

You know, even though Ran Xiaoyu, like her, was born as a servant, and now she has become her own personal palace maid, her strengths and interests are all based on martial arts.

Such a girl can dance with swords and swords, and it is harder for her to cook than to go to heaven.

But today, she actually washed her hands and made soup for Ye Zhen!