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

At this moment, Xue Yun's heartbeat stopped.

And Nan Yan stared at her with cold sweat on one end, and the whole body was so painful that even the soul was about to pull away from the body, but his eyes were extremely firm.

In fact, what she originally wanted to ask was: what the **** is the fragrance on you.

However, when asked, it became--

"What do you think about the emperor?"

At this time, life and death are already at stake. If there is no answer to this question, she will not be able to concentrate on giving birth to a child. Therefore, she simply reduced the complexity of this question and asked her most worried and most difficult words to face.

What kind of feelings do you have for him?

Xue Yun looked at her stupidly, and for a while, he lost his reaction.

Although she had already faintly anticipated something from the complex expression Nan Yan looked at her, she could not have imagined that the imperial concubine would directly ask such a question.

Could it be that she has already seen her feelings for Zhu Feng?

But how could it be?

Haven't you been hiding well?

Except for staying alone with Zhu Feng, she never dared to reveal her feelings easily. After all, this harem is a place where people cannibalize without spitting out bones. The struggle between concubines and concubines has never seen blood. Life and death.

And this imperial concubine.

I have seen her methods a long time ago.

She didn't dare, let alone, to expose her feelings to these people, so she was always careful and low-key, so that no one would know.

Besides, his identity is--

Could it be that she also knew that she was a woman? !

Thinking of this, Xue Yun took a breath of air and looked at her with wide eyes: "Manny, you--"

"You don't have to hide from me."

Nan Yan was panting, the heavy breath intermittently, just like the severe pain that was constantly attacking her body at this moment, and the pain that was constantly attacking her soul.

She had enough of this kind of doubt and restless days.

It must end tonight!

Nan Yan endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said: "I know your identity, I know you are a woman."

"..."

"What are your thoughts on the emperor?"

"..."

"You, what do you want?"

"I--"

Xue Yun shuddered.

In fact, at this time, she could just say a word and just perfunct her, but when she faced Nan Yan's red eyes and her body was sweaty, as if she were in hell, those lies could not be said.

She also knew that she could not lie to her.

For a while, she could only face her in silence.

And this silence made Nan Yan's heart sink.

"you--"

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"Give me up!"

On the altar of worship, after Cheng Guogong Wu gave an order, a whistling wind blew in from outside the wall.

Suddenly, the long streamer was blown to the ground.

But after the wind, everything returned to tranquility.

Wu Ying begged for a moment and turned his head hurriedly.

Some of the people under the altar were also stunned. They looked at Wu Yingqin one after another, and some turned their heads to look outside the wall in a panic.

Just like when the Queen ordered someone to take him down, no one answered.

At this moment, he gave an order, but no one answered.

Wu Yingqi's heart suddenly sank.

what happened?

Thinking of this, he suddenly panicked. He was about to walk just one step away from the highest level of the altar, but he couldn't take this step. Instead, he turned around and faced the flames. It's a curtain-like wall loudly--

"Come on! Come on!"

His old and panic voice rang out in the altar of worship.

But still, no one answered.

what happened? How is this going?

Wu Yingqiu felt an uneasy feeling just now. At this time, it became clearer and clearer in his heart. He looked outside and then at Zhu Feng; looking at Zhu Feng, he looked outside again.

Why is there no one? Where are his men?

Wan Liangchou and the others panicked, and hurriedly grabbed Wan Pengkun: "Where are the people?!"

Wan Pengkun was also stupid on the spot, and subconsciously said: "I, I have all transferred over, right, right—"

While talking, he pointed to the outside of the wall, and he intuitively walked over.

At this moment, Wu Yingqiu suddenly felt something.

He shouted: "Come back!"

However, it was too late.

Just as his words were just uttered, Wan Pengkun took a step forward. Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and a cold light was as fast as lightning. Before he could even see clearly, Wan Pengkun felt his chest shake. For a moment.

He opened his eyes wide, and there seemed to be the cold light and shadow in his sight.

Then, again at a loss, slowly lowered his head.

I saw an arrow deep in my chest.

"...!"

He choked his breath all at once.

"Peng Kun!"

Seeing an arrow in his son’s chest, Wan Liangchou suddenly screamed and hurried forward, and when he hugged his son’s fallen body on his back, he heard several sharp noises from Sososo. The night seemed to be cut through by the cold light.

He and Wan Pengkun were counting arrows in their bodies, and blood spewed out of their bodies in an instant.

Suddenly, the dark night sky was dyed red.

"what--!"

The crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Those princes and princes who had been following Wu Yingqiu's uprising, all flinched back in fright, and desperately drilled into the crowd.

I was afraid that the arrow would hit me in the next moment.

Wu Yingqiu was also stunned to see his wife and brother and nephew falling to the ground with arrows in their bodies.

He stood there stiffly.

After a long while, he slowly turned his head to look at Zhu Feng.

"you you--"

Zhu Feng looked at him quietly.

"I want to thank you."

He said this sentence indifferently and calmly, as if the scene that had just happened was just an ordinary thing.

He said: "If it weren't for you, you would take your own initiative and redeploy your personnel. I don't know where you would hide."

"..."

"If it weren't for you, I don't know how many people are dissatisfied with me."

"..."

"And now—"

He took a deep breath and looked down.

Even though those people kept retreating into the crowd, Zhu Feng, standing on the high altar, still clearly looked at everyone below.

He remembered all of them.

"you--"

Hearing these words of Zhu Feng, Wu Yingqiu's mind flashed many things in a daze. Suddenly, he shuddered: "You, you are for this!?"

Zhu Feng looked at him quietly.

Wu Yingqiu's eyes widened, his eyes were almost bloodshot and red, and said, "You do all this to lure us, to lure us into rebellion. Then you, you—"

His voice was trembling.

"You want to completely eradicate people who are dissatisfied with your New Deal."