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

Zhu Feng was originally coming toward the bedroom aggressively, but when he entered the bedroom and approached the bed step by step, his momentum gradually eased.

When I walked to the bed and looked at the thin figure nestled in the quilt...

Nothing is angry anymore.

Just looking at the pale, sweaty face under the candlelight, his breath softened.

And Nanyan...

Although she was ill and had a high fever, her mind was still sober, even when Ran Xiaoyu left the bedroom and Zhu Feng approached the bed step by step, she had already heard his footsteps.

Know that he is here.

She closed her eyes and turned her face to one side.

He even curled up, leaning to the side against the wall.

However, it was too late for her to do this. Zhu Feng had already seen her and saw her curled up like a dried shrimp with his back to him, and his brow frowned.

Shen Shen said: "Come here."

"..."

Should not.

In the tall palace, he could only hear his deep breathing, and Nan Yan's breathing was already inaudible.

Still sick after all.

Zhu Feng took a deep breath and said, "I call you over!"

"..."

Still should not.

Zhu Feng's brows wrinkled.

Even if she is acting as the top tank, it does not mean that she did not do something wrong. Lax discipline, coupled with the crime of deceiving the king, she seems to have not figured it out yet, she is not here to coax her!

He said Shen Shen: "Why, do you want to carry on with me like this?!"

"..."

"Or you don't know what the crime of deceiving the king is!"

Nan Yan held the quilt tightly with one hand, bit her lower lip, and said softly: "How to punish, the concubine will understand the crime. But at any rate, the emperor will give the concubine his own face, so you don't have to come to punish him."

"..."

"What's going to happen in the future? Concubine asks herself."

"So, what do you want now?"

"The emperor should go back first, concubine, concubine wants to calm down."

"calm?"

Zhu Feng's breath sank and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Nan Yan's breathing tightened.

If Zhu Feng really wants to do something to herself, she really doesn't even have the strength to resist.

Just when she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt that she was sliding.

"Hey……?"

Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly looked back, only to see that Zhu Feng had pulled him in front of him.

It turned out that Zhu Feng stretched out his hand, instead of grabbing himself, but directly pulling on the mattress, pulling out her sleeping on it, together with the pillow and quilt.

After all, she slept in the middle of the big bed, and she couldn't grasp it easily.

Nan Yan struggled subconsciously, but Zhu Feng had already grabbed her with the quilt.

At this moment, the two people inevitably looked at each other.

Nan Yan's heart trembled with his heavy eyes like a predator tiger, and he immediately lowered his head, while Zhu Feng was holding her with one hand and the other directly facing her. His face stretched out.

Suddenly, the eyes went dark.

Nan Yan closed his eyes meaningfully, and felt a stroke on his forehead.

Zhu Feng's wide palms covered her forehead, and she wetted her hand in cold sweat, and felt that her body temperature was still a little high under the palm of her palm. It seems that she has suffered some toss in the past few days.

Zhu Feng said solemnly: "It's burned like this, calm?"