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

A good dream, ten miles of spring breeze.

As if affected by such an atmosphere, the next day was also good weather.

Even in the inner room, the milky white sunlight shone in through the windows, reflecting the bright light of the room, although it can't directly shine on people, it feels warm.

Just like Nan Yan, although his skin is exposed, he doesn't feel cold at all.

Of course, it is also possible, because a big warm hand has been gently stroking her back, like smoothing a cat's hair.

Zhu Feng's big hands are warm and rough, and his palms and fingers are covered with thick calluses, but they don't feel hard when touched. On the contrary, when he touches them, there is a kind of itchy and crispy, which makes people very comfortable. a feeling of.

She leaned against his chest, feeling extremely comfortable.

His eyes narrowed and he almost fell asleep again.

Zhu Feng looked down at her like this, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

He also knew that she was tired last night.

Since she became pregnant, the two of them rarely had **** with each other. Naturally, it was for the sake of her body. During childbirth, she experienced such a dangerous thing that she never recovered. In addition, he focused on the former Sangnon. And detoxify yourself.

Don't talk about the bedclothes, the two people have even had a long time, and they haven't talked as well as last night.

Looking at her from his perspective, her cheeks are a lot thinner than before.

These days, whether it is worry or grievance, she must be suffering.

Thinking of this, he held her hand harder.

Nan Yan was just sleepy at first, feeling the warm arm squeeze her tightly, opened her eyes in a daze, "The emperor...?"

Zhu Feng said softly: "If you are tired, you will go to sleep?"

"..."

Although he said so, Nan Yan was confused for a while, then opened his eyes again, looked back at the sky outside the window, and muttered, "It's not early."

"It's too late."

"what?"

When Nan Yan heard it, a rousing spirit came to his senses, supporting Zhu Feng's chest and getting up to take a look again, but no, the sun was out outside, faintly, and the sound of those **** ladies walking back and forth outside the courtyard wall.

She looked back at Zhu Feng: "It's so late? The emperor won't go to the morning court today?"

Zhu Feng coughed lightly.

Said: "Not going anymore."

Nan Yan originally wanted to do his responsibilities as a "sage concubine" and advised him not to abandon state affairs, but look at the weather outside, even if he gets up now, the ministers are afraid they will go home long ago.

Besides...

It has been too long. When two people are not so close, his chest is so warm and his arms are so strong...

Really reluctant to leave.

Just let yourself be addicted.

Thinking of this, she pursed her mouth and didn't say much. She just got down again and leaned against his chest obediently.

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

Reached out and stroked her back, softly said: "Will you sleep for a while?"

"Hmm."

Nan Yan shook his head gently.

"Then, get up?"

"Hmm."

Also shook his head.

Refusing to get up, and refusing to sleep, this is simply grind. But Zhu Feng just smiled, and stretched out his hand to hug her tighter.

What else do you not understand?

Everyone knows that as emperors and noble concubines, more than ninety-nine percent of their daily lives are full of stormy waves. Even if there is no heavy wind or heavy rain, small twists and turns will continue.

Of course, no one will give up lightly.

It also makes people know that the peace at this moment is precious.