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

"The emperor hurry up, hurry up!"

Nan Yan urged her as she walked, wishing to give birth to two wings and fly over, but Zhu Feng took her by the hand and dragged her to prevent her from running.

Said: "You give me some peace!"

"..."

"Don't forget that you are pregnant now. What if you run around like this and affect the fetus?"

Nan Yan was so anxious that he was stomping his feet: "Where is such a delicate one? The emperor hurry up!"

On the contrary, Zhu Feng's pace was slower.

Not really!

You have to go forward step by step.

He felt that he was too accustomed to Nan Yan, and when he was pregnant, she jumped up and down, without the consciousness of a pregnant woman.

Had she forgotten that she had a miscarriage and could no longer withstand such trauma!

Wang Baizhi, who was walking behind them, saw this scene and could only lower his head consciously. He understood the quarrel between the emperor and the imperial concubine these days. As long as the sky did not fall, he would not care about anything.

Hurrying slowly, he finally walked outside Ye Yi's room.

The door was still hidden.

Nan Yan was about to rush in, but was suddenly grabbed by Zhu Feng. He made a "hush" gesture to Nan Yan and whispered, "Listen."

listen? What's so nice?

Nan Yan frowned, and she heard a voice from the crack in the open door——

"Who are you?"

"They look pretty, are you married?"

"If you haven't married, it's just right, Xiaoye is still single."

Hearing these words, Nan Yan's eyes widened, and then looked back at Zhu Feng, but saw Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and hated iron not being steel, his brows were twisted into a lump.

By the way, the people inside still don't stop.

"I think you're pretty good, it's better—why!"

Hearing a scream and almost overturned the roof, Nan Yan couldn't hold back any more, and hurriedly pushed the door and broke in: "Ye Yu!"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ran Xiaoyu standing next to the bed, waking up with one hand, but still a little panting, Ye Zhen, who had obviously not fully recovered his strength, was pressed on the bed, head down, her face flushed. Gritting his teeth: "You talk nonsense!"

"Ohhhhh, I—"

Nan Yan was also anxious: "Xiaoyu let go!"

Ran Xiaoyu turned her head and saw them coming, her face was red and white, and she was ashamed, letting go of Ye Yu, turning around and ran out.

Ye Yu was still lying on the head of the bed, most of his body protruding out of the edge of the bed.

Gasping for breath: "Ouch, oops, but it's killing me."

Seeing Ran Xiaoyu ran out with a blushing face, Nan Yan wanted to catch her again, and looked at Ye Yu, and could only barely stay, but saw Zhu Feng staring at Ye Yu with a face and Wang Baizhi hurried forward. Leaning on Ye Yu and sitting back on the bed.

Keep reaching out to wipe his chest to help him smooth.

"Master Ye, are you okay?"

"me--"

Ye Yu panted a little bit, looking at Wang Baizhi, his eyes seemed to be confused and familiar, as if he couldn't call his name for a while, only murmured: "You, you--"

"You are so bold!"

Zhu Feng's low voice sounded in the room.

"Even to molest the good women!"

Hearing his voice, Ye Yu subconsciously flicked, almost jumped up from the bed, turned his head to look at him, and the mist in his eyes disappeared, and the clear eyes returned to his eyes.

"The emperor, the emperor...?!"