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

In the cold night breeze, Nan Yan returned to Yikun Palace.

There was a banquet before, and such a "shattering" event happened, but now, it is so quiet that even the wind can only whimper in the corner.

Grandpa Yu and them all stood at the door.

Seeing her back, everyone's faces showed salvation, and they whispered: "Manny, the emperor is still inside."

"..."

of course.

Although Zhu Feng has hardly stayed in Yikun Palace for the night recently, Nan Yan can feel that he will stay for a while tonight.

So stepped into it.

Ran Xiaoyu also stayed at the door and closed the door carefully.

As soon as I entered, I saw that only Zhu Feng was left in the room. Xinping had obviously been taken to sleep by the mothers, and Zhu Feng was still sitting in the chair in the same posture, but he could faintly feel his shoulders. Some droop down.

There are also several hanging stitch patterns on the center of the eyebrows.

Seeing her walk in, Zhu Feng said: "Are you back?"

"Yes, Empress Empress went back to rest."

"Come and sit down."

"Yes."

Zhu Feng drew the chair next to him a little closer, and Nan Yan walked over and sat down almost leaning on him.

Zhu Feng took her cold hand and squeezed it in her palm.

Nan Yan's hands were thin, but they were still meaty, and the slightly cold fingers in Zhu Feng's warm palms soon became warm.

He held such a pair of soft hands, and his heart was a little calmer.

Although, the mood is still like a mess.

And Nan Yan could feel his mind disorder from the light or heavy strength of his rubbing his hands. She thought about it for a while and smiled softly: "Tonight, Wang Wei is going to make concubine Everyone has changed a lot."

"Ok?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

Nan Yan smiled and said: "In the past, I always felt that this kid was too benevolent and timid to do things, but tonight, he is really different from the impression of him."

"……Ok."

Zhu Feng couldn't deny this.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "I used to think he had many shortcomings, here is not good enough, and there are not good enough. In fact, it was only because he hadn't had time to get better. Now that he has grown up slowly, I realized that it was only because he was too young. Didn't really understand him."

"..."

"Children will always grow up."

"..."

"Seeing him like this, my concubine is really happy."

"……Ok."

Zhu Feng didn't say a word, but only replied solemnly.

Nan Yan felt that he was a little absent-minded, but he didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked, "The emperor, are you unhappy?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

Faintly said: "No."

"Then how the emperor looks unhappy."

"..."

Zhu Feng's face was calm, and after a while he said coldly: "He confronted me like this in public, should I still be happy?"

"..."

Hearing him say this, Nan Yan was also speechless for a while.

Nan Yan thought for a while, and said softly: "The emperor just told his uncle that his daughter was hurting him."

"of course."

"My daughter hurts, so can my son play around at will?"

When Zhu Feng heard this, he frowned, "Why, do you say that I play with King Wei casually?"

Seeing the angry expression on his face, Nan Yan hesitated, but now that it is all, he can only bite the bullet and continue to say: "Isn't it?"

"..."

"The emperor, the king of Wei, the emperor has really repeated it too many times."

"you--"

Zhu Feng is about to get angry, but what to say, but he doesn't know what to say.

In all fairness, he did.

Regarding the question of Wei Wang Celi becoming the prince, he is indeed capricious, repenting time and time again. Every time Nan Yan became pregnant, he changed his mind.

Wei Wang, like a ball in his hand, constantly tossed into the sky, and when he thought he was about to reach the goal, he fell heavily.

This feeling……

He frowned suddenly, and a faint anger rose in his heart.

This feeling is indeed too uncomfortable.

It's so uncomfortable...

Nan Yan did not notice the subtle changes in his mind, and only said softly: "The emperor, the emperor is not ignorant of Wei Wang's good, even, the emperor has not expected that, Wei Wang mustered the courage to take out his own responsibility , Solve this matter, and become a better prince, a better heir?"

"..."

"The emperor has expectations for Wei Wang."

"..."

"In that case, why—"

"okay!"

Before Nan Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by his angry hum. Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and saw Zhu Feng's face turned blue. He stared at her and said Shen Shen, "What you said is quite good Being magnanimous, it's all my fault."

"The emperor, concubine, how dare a concubine have such a meaning..."

"But who am I for?!"

"..."

"Huh, think about it."

After speaking, she threw away her hand, got up and left.

Nan Yan froze in the chair, widened his eyes to watch him open the door, and walked out angrily. The people outside were caught off guard, and everyone was overwhelmed. Fortunately, Grandpa Yu was able to keep up with his short legs and drumming. While following, he looked back at the Yikun Palace in a panic.

From a distance, I heard him cautiously asking: "The emperor, do you want to go back to the palace to rest?"

"Back to the Imperial Study!"

"Uh, yes, yes."

The sound and footsteps gradually faded away.

Nan Yan was still sitting in the chair, and there was no movement for a while.

Just thinking about the words Zhu Feng said before rushing out--

Full of anger.

You know, although Zhu Feng's disposition is proud, his pride is different from others. He has a temper to break the ground, and ordinary people rarely dare to annoy him.

But just now, the way he lost his temper was not like the way he would not grow up in anger.

On the contrary, it's kind of like a child.

I also care about myself.

But thinking about what he said, there was a bit of grievance that couldn't be claimed in his anger, and Nan Yan could only smile in his heart.

Yes, he didn't do it for himself.

For him, choosing the king of Wei requires more effort. After all, there is a rule of appointing virtuous officials, and the ministers of the DPRK will hardly have any objection; and to enroll the child in his stomach, one can imagine, In the future, how many waves will be caused, and how many obstacles will he encounter.

But he still wanted to enroll his child.

Not only because of his feelings for himself, but he also said that he hoped that she could have some support in the future.

The mother depends on the child, and the child depends on the mother. They always complement each other.

But now--

Nan Yan lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

She has silently given up this right.

He "schedules carefully" for himself, but on the other hand, he helped others "handle" him. It is no wonder that Zhu Feng would be angry.