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

Seeing that the imperial concubine gave this order, Ruoshui could only whisper: "The slave and maid understand."

Nianqiu was aside and smiled softly.

At this moment, Nan Yan coughed lightly, with a tired expression on his face, Nian Qiu hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the mother?"

Nanyan Road: "My palace is a bit tired."

"Then, the maidservant makes the bed for Niang Niang, so let Niang take a rest."

After speaking, I have to go and make the bed.

Although the Yonghe Palace is not as gorgeous as the Yikun Palace, it is much larger. In addition, the furniture on the side of the Yikun Palace was destroyed by the fire, and everything is much larger than it was remade after the Yonghe Palace.

Only the bed Nan Yan is sleeping in now is more than four or five people lying down.

The heart was lying flat inside, and it did not prevent Nan Yan from getting up and lying outside.

However, Nan Yan still said, "No, this palace will just lie on the couch for a while without making the bed. You all go down."

Seeing her melancholy, they showed a look that they didn't want to talk, Nianqiu and the others stopped saying anything, got up and bowed, then backed off.

When they were all gone, Nan Yan was still sitting on the couch, neither lying down to rest nor getting up.

But sitting quietly.

Looking at the daughter lying on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly got up from the couch, walked over to the bed and leaned down, gently stroking Xinping's hair with one hand.

Touching, she carefully lifted the hair from the back of her head.

Exposed half of his neck.

And above, the imperial mark still faintly emerging.

So in normal people, the bruises that were pinched out have long since disappeared; however, after so long, these bruises still exist, but they have faded a lot.

According to Xue Yun, the current princess Xinping is unconscious, and the blood flowing throughout her body, coupled with the movement of organs, is much slower than ordinary people.

Therefore, it takes more time for ordinary people to dissipate congestion under the skin.

Nan Yan said softly, "My mother remembers all your suffering."

"My mother will definitely help you get it back."

"But no matter what, you have to be good, and you have to get better soon, so that everything your mother does is meaningful."

"If you never wake up, even if your mother has broken the body of the person who hurt you, what's the point?"

"Mother, who else is there except you?"

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt sore in her heart, and tears couldn't help but flow up.

However, she still gritted her teeth and held back abruptly.

She is no longer the Sinanyan who suffered all the hardships in the Si’s family and grew up barbarously; nor can she just be the favorite concubine in front of the emperor; she is a mother, and as a mother, she must be strong and not be vulnerable to her children. one side.

Although, her is really uncomfortable.

Nan Yan lay quietly next to her daughter, gently patting her with one hand, just like she used to be fine. When sleeping next to her, she would sing and gently pat her at the same time. Coax her to sleep.

Now, I can only sing this song for myself.

In the quiet night, Nan Yan hummed unconsciously, and it sounded in Yonghe Palace all the time. Even when she had fallen asleep, she could still hear her soft singing.

In the blur, it seemed that a familiar figure walked in.

He sat next to him, with a big gentle hand, gently stroking his hair, the breath and body temperature were exactly the same as before.

never change.