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

When the emperor's team gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiao Shunzi and the others immediately began to camp.

Originally worried that Nan Yan would be clamoring, but she didn't mind at all.

Also got off the carriage.

Looking at the very well-trained camps of the surrounding soldiers, several bonfires were already burning, and some people had begun to make fires for cooking.

Although it was not the first time she saw this scene, she still watched it with gusto.

She wandered over with their hands behind their backs. Everyone stopped to salute her when she saw the people doing things. She was surprised that she had disturbed others, so she could only step aside and watch the lively scene, and she was safe. Standing quietly, as if you were outside the red dust.

He sighed slightly: "Why doesn't it matter to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

Ran Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from her side. She looked back and saw that she had just felt a bit of chill in the wind. Ran Xiaoyu went to the carriage over there to take a piece of clothing and put it on her shoulders carefully.

Suddenly warmth melted.

Nan Yan smiled with satisfaction, stretched out and patted her hand, Ran Xiaoyu said, "What is the empress sigh again?"

"It's nothing."

Nan Yan pouted, feeling aggrieved: "I just feel that this pregnancy seems to have nothing to do with me. I can only watch them doing things from the side. Even if the emperor goes up to explore Yumen Pass, I can't Following, I can only watch him go."

Ran Xiaoyu suddenly said: "It's Gongzi Xue who followed."

"..."

Feeling there was a reason in her words, Nan Yan glanced at her.

Ran Xiaoyu whispered: "Why did the empress give the handkerchief to the emperor and let the emperor return it to Xue Yun?"

Nanyan Road: "Do you think I should pay it back?"

"Is not it?"

"..."

"The thing was taken by the empress after all, and she should have gone there. There was nothing in it--and there shouldn't be anything to do with the emperor."

Nan Yan smiled and slowly turned his head to look at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The sky darkened, and the outline of the tall Tucheng had melted into the night, almost indistinguishable, and Nan Yan's gaze also appeared extremely far-reaching, and said, "Returning something represents the end of a thing."

"This, the slave knows."

"Then do you think there will be any relationship or story between this palace and Xue Yun?"

Ran Xiaoyu immediately shook her head: "What story can the empress have with her."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "That's right."

"..."

"Since I don't have any story with her, then this'end' has no meaning to me."

"..."

After she said this, it seemed to be a meal, but she didn't say any more.

But Ran Xiaoyu's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what she meant by the sentence she hadn't finished.

This "end" is meaningless between Nan Yan and Xue Yun.

Because of the two of them, there is nothing to end.

But between the emperor and Xue Yun--

Ran Xiaoyu's breathing became tighter, her voice lowered, and she said softly: "So, the empress asked the emperor to go up and return the handkerchief to Xue Yun, hoping that this'end' is between them."

Nan Yan smiled without saying a word.

Ran Xiaoyu's expression became more solemn.

She whispered: "Does the empress also feel that there is something that needs to be'ended' between them."