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

I saw a tall figure walk in from the night and walked in front of her.

Nan Yan stood up: "The emperor..."

There was no expression on Zhu Feng's face, but there was tiredness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows that couldn't be covered, and the candles in the room flickered, reflecting the corners of his eyes, and he could see some faint fine lines.

Nan Yan only felt as if she was pinched on the apex of her heart.

She immediately leaned over to salute, but Zhu Feng had already reached out and held her arm first.

Under this grasp, she felt that her arm was much thinner than before.

In a short period of time, she has also lost a lot.

I'm afraid that I will suffer more.

When I spoke, my voice became a little lower: "No, sit down."

Nan Yan looked up at him, and then sat down obediently. Zhu Feng himself sat down on the chair on the other side. Aunt Tongyun saw this and immediately offered hot tea to the Emperor after saluting.

Zhu Feng took the hot tea and looked at them again.

From the moment I walked into the Yonghe Palace, I heard what Fu and Ruoshui were saying under the porch outside, and there were also a few rough little palace ladies and eunuchs who came out to salute.

The only thing I didn't see was Nian Qiu.

At this moment, the corners of Nan Yan's eyes were slightly red, and the bottoms of his eyes were still a little moist, and he probably understood what was going on.

Only to Aunt Tongyun: "You all go down."

Aunt Tongyun said: "Yes."

After speaking, he quit, and closed the door.

When the door was closed, a gust of wind caused the candlelight to flicker again. Nan Yan turned her head, looked at Zhu Feng over the candlelight, and whispered, "The emperor is finally here."

Zhu Feng also turned to look at her: "You have been waiting for me?"

"Ok."

"Wait for me what to do?"

"Concubine, I have something to say to the emperor."

"Then now I'm here, if you have anything, let's talk."

"..."

Although he had something to say, when the two people were facing each other, Nan Yan was a little bit unable to speak, so he just stared at him.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng couldn't help but smile.

Nan Yan said, "The emperor, do you still hurt?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her, then looked down at his fingers.

Immediately said: "It's just a needle stabbed, how can it hurt?"

When Nan Yan heard it, his brows wrinkled.

It was different from a needle stick. If only the fingertips were pierced to leave a little blood, even Xin Ping would not yell. But today she clearly saw that the silver needle had plunged deeply into his finger.

How is this different from torture?

A fool would say no pain!

After thinking about it this way, I thought that it was Zhu Feng who said it was not painful. He couldn't help but laughed bitterly. When Zhu Feng saw her like this, he sighed and said softly: "It really doesn't hurt, don't worry."

Nan Yan couldn't help reaching out and holding his hand.

He whispered: "Is the emperor still angry with a concubine?"

Zhu Feng tilted his head and glanced at her.

He said with a smile but a smile: "Why am I angry with you?"

Nan Yan lowered his head and said softly: "Xue Yun..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said: "I was a little angry at first."

"..."

"Why are you so ignorant? I have said so clearly, you still have to target her."

"that--"

"But later, I thought about it clearly."

Nan Yan raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes: "What did the emperor think clearly?"

Zhu Feng looked at her and said calmly: "You can't really be so ignorant."