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

When Nan Yan heard it, his eyes widened in surprise: "Why?"

Zhu Feng did not speak immediately, but for a moment, a little sadness flashed in his eyes. But immediately, he said solemnly: "What do I want to do, do I have to explain to you?"

"..."

"Did you tell me beforehand when you did something?"

"..."

"Have you taken me to be the emperor?"

Suddenly he became so angry, and it was such a thing, so scared that Nan Yan suddenly dared not say a word, knelt on the ground and shivered, Jian Ruocheng hurriedly raised his hand when he saw this, and said, "The emperor, the magistrate is also--"

"You don't need to say!"

Zhu Feng waved a big hand, raised his head and said to Jian Ruocheng: "It's getting late, Ruocheng, you are tired, go back and rest."

"emperor--"

Zhu Feng's gaze was wide, Jian Ruocheng originally wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything afterwards.

Zhu Feng squinted his eyes slightly, then turned to look at Nan Yan.

"As for you—"

Nan Yan knelt and dared not move.

Zhu Feng said solemnly: "From now on, you will be by my side and you are not allowed to leave a step. If I can't see you, I will kill you!"

Nan Yan knelt on the ground in fright, shivering: "Yes..."

Jian Ruocheng glanced at her, then looked at the gloomy emperor, finally sighed lightly, raised his hand and said in salute: "Weichen takes the order, weichen retires."

After speaking, he left the room.

There were only two of them left in the room.

Nan Yan was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise her head for a long time, only to hear Zhu Feng slowly get up and walk in front of her. After a while, the sound of her clothes rubbing against Xisuo Suo came, and she couldn't help but raise her head. , I saw Zhu Feng squatting down, with those deep and quiet eyes staring at her.

She was frightened and lowered her head again.

However, there was a slight throbbing in her heart.

At that moment, there seemed to be something flashing in those deep and secluded eyes, it seemed that it was not entirely anger.

However, she didn't understand what it was.

The room fell silent for a while.

After a long time, Zhu Feng stood up slowly, walked back to the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Come and serve me to bed!"

"Ah... yes."

Nan Yan was still a little uneasy. The words that Zhu Feng just said were enough to cut off his head, but now, it seems that all his anger has disappeared.

She didn't know what to do, but the emperor ordered that of course she would move.

So he hurriedly got up, took hot water to wash him, and then helped him take off his long clothes, and just put on a thin stool, he heard Zhu Feng’s low voice above his head: "Sometimes, I, I really want to strangle you!"

"...!"

Her heart trembled again.

Not long ago, she was in Tong Jie’s room. It was almost the same scene. Tong Jie talked to her, the feeling made her nauseous. Now, Zhu Feng’s body temperature is higher than Tong Jie’s, even like a flame. Generally, although she was shivering from being scalded, she didn't know why and had no urge to escape.

Just a little scared.

After a while, she whispered softly: "The slave and maid convicted."

Zhu Feng's breath became deeper.

Just when his rapid breathing continued to blow on Nan Yan’s face, and her ears were so hot that the tips of her ears were red, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed her away, as if pushing away something disgusting, Nan Yan staggered. After two steps back, he almost fell.

After finally standing firm, he raised his head again. Zhu Feng had already lay down on the bed. With a wave of his hand, the curtain fell down leisurely.

His voice came from the bed--

"Give me a good night, if you dare to run around, I will definitely not spare you!"