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

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan felt sour.

Not only was she able to feel the sadness in Zhu Feng's heart at this moment, she and the queen, even if they were getting along, there were some estrangements, and even some disagreements, but the two were still in harmony after all.

Moreover, after she fell ill, she truly assumed the responsibility of coordinating the sixth house, and only then did she know how boring her life was on weekdays, and how much she was saddened by unknown.

Compared to the favor of Zhu Feng she received, she was really lonely and worked hard.

Now that such a person who gets along day and night wants to leave, only emotionally speaking, Nan Yan also feels very uncomfortable in his heart.

She put down the bowls and chopsticks, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the back of Zhu Feng's hand.

Her hands were slightly cold.

Zhu Feng's hands were not warm either.

Listening to the sound of the wind roaring outside, she raised her head and looked at the window where the paper was temporarily pasted. The shadow of the tree was shaking, and there was a chill, accompanied by the sound of the wind.

The cold winter is coming soon.

The two people faced each other in silence like this, and in the end, Zhu Feng first took away his emotions from the sadness.

As an emperor, he did not allow himself to be too indulged in certain emotions.

After all, there are still many things that have not been dealt with in the front harem.

He coaxed Nan Yan to eat a little more, and watched her face become more rosy and her spirit improved a lot, and she said, "Are you strong now?"

Nan Yan nodded.

He looked at him again: "The emperor asked what this did?"

Zhu Feng said: "Everything outside has been cleaned up, and I also let people clean up the bedroom side. It is really impossible to live here, otherwise you will not be able to sit in this confinement, and the root of the disease will be left in the future."

"..."

"Tonight, move to my bedroom."

Nan Yan nodded, but looked outside again.

It was getting dark and the wind was very loud.

She thought for a while and said, "If the **** is over today, I'm afraid it would be inconvenient to move there. Besides, my concubine hasn't been cleaned up yet."

"then you--"

"It's better to wait for tomorrow, until tomorrow morning, the concubine will let them clean up overnight, somehow pick up some things they need, and bring them to use."

Seeing her saying this, Zhu Feng nodded: "Never mind."

"..."

"Then you have to take a good rest tonight."

"Concubine knows."

As soon as the two of them finished eating, the Xiao Shunzi who was guarding the outside asked people to come in to clean up the dishes, and offered two cups of hot tea. Nan Yan told them to retreat first, and he remained alone with Zhu Feng.

When everyone left, she lowered her voice and whispered: "The emperor, that--"

"Ok?"

Zhu Feng was drinking tea, heard her calling herself, and looked up at her: "What?"

Nan Yan's voice lowered a bit, fearing that someone might hear their conversation, and whispered: "Soldier charm..."

In fact, she has always wanted to ask this since she met Zhu Feng.

However, there were people around at the time. Later, the two began to eat and talked about the queen's condition, so that she had no time to take care of him.

At this time, she really couldn't hold back.

Carefully asked: "Did you find it?"

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak.

Just looking at the flickering candlelight, several deep hanging needle patterns appeared on the center of his eyebrows.

Nan Yan's heart sank.

She said dryly, "No, didn't you find it?"

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak.

And silence is already a default.

Nan Yan's heart seemed to have sunk into a bottomless abyss, and the feeling of depression made her breathe cramped. She was still unwilling, and asked again: "Really, I didn't find it?"

Zhu Feng backhanded and took her hand.

A tear came from her eyes.

She felt so uncomfortable that her heart was struck by a knife, and said in a deep voice: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

"..."

"Why, why did I lose this thing?"

"..."

"I, I really shouldn't."

"..."

"The emperor, I—"

"All right."

Zhu Feng's face was also not very good-looking. If something else was removed and Nan Yan was so sad, he would laugh and comfort her, but at this time, his mood was actually heavier than her.

Because, he understands better than her, the danger of losing soldiers.

But, I can't bear to blame her.

After all, she was the one who handed the Talisman to her hand, and she was on the verge of giving birth, and she couldn't take care of herself, how could she take care of so much.

He only said in a deep voice, "I will solve this matter."

"..."

"Don't think too much, it's useless to think too much."

His voice is low and simple, but it is the most powerful and reassuring.

Nan Yan looked up at him, and in the end, she could only nod slightly: "Concubine knows."

Zhu Feng exhorted again: "No matter what, you can't let other people know about this. It's between you and me...and Li Wushang, understand?"

"Yes."

Zhu Feng patted her hand.

Outside, the wind is still roaring, and the swaying tree shadows are reflected on the windows, as if their mood at the moment, no matter what, they can't calm down.

It seems that the rain is coming...

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On the other side of the hospital, the wind is also roaring, but the wind here is filled with a strong fragrance of medicine, even a little pungent.

In addition to Wang Baizhi, several other imperial physicians have been conversing for several days.

Not only is it necessary to boil the soup for the concubine to replenish the body, but also to provide Yonghe Palace with ginseng soup and other things at any time, and the injured people in the rebellion of Chengguo and Huifei are also waiting for treatment.

There are several row rooms behind the hospital.

On weekdays, there are almost no people here, but at this moment, there is a patient in every room.

In the row house on the farthest side, Ran Xiaoyu, the lady in charge of Yikun Palace lived.

She has been in a coma for two days.

The poisonous wound on the chest has been cleaned to eliminate most of the toxicity, but some of the toxicity has entered the body along the bloodline. This part is the most troublesome.

Finally, he filled her with half a bowl of medicine.

The medicine was bitter, but she didn't resist it without even consciously. She drank it smoothly. The doctor also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, she is not a squeamish person."

After speaking, he wiped his sweat, turned and walked out.

In the rest of the house, she fell asleep accidentally and peacefully.

The breath is very messy.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open by a hand, and a pair of feet stepped in from the outside, slowly, step by step to the bed.

The sound was so soft, as if for fear of awakening the person in bed.

But even so, Ran Xiaoyu seemed to feel something. She frowned slightly and murmured uneasyly: "Who, who came over."

"Quick, save people..."

"Quickly save... the imperial concubine..."