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

A dancer immediately sneered: "If it weren't for someone to spend money to let us come here for business, we wouldn't come to this place where birds don't shit."

"..."

Nan Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.

"What are you talking about? Someone paid for you to come here for business?"

"Yes,"

Several women babbled: "We also find it weird. If we spend money to let us do the work, it's nothing more than to spend money to let us come here to take the work, and the money is for nothing."

"We were also thinking about how there is no business in this kind of place where birds don't shit, there is only a small inn."

"That's right, it sounds funny."

Nan Yan said, "But you guys are still here?"

Everyone said: "Of course, that person is generous."

"Even if you can't get business here, it's okay to just make his money, so we thought, "Left just ran a hard, and it didn't matter. I didn't expect to come here. Really find someone to serve singing and dancing."

"So this work really made us hit."

"Hey, you say, is that person an unknown prophet."

"I think that person is weird."

Nan Yan asked, "What kind of person is it that paid you to come here to solicit business?"

The older dancer said: "Here is an errand guy, a young man in his twenties, who doesn't talk much. He only said that his master told us so, but if he asks his master, he won't say anything."

"..."

Nan Yan blinked.

Then he smiled and said, "Okay, I get it, I'll bother a few people."

The dancing girls looked at her pleasantly, waved their hands, and instructed the coachman to drive on.

Nan Yan stood on horseback, his expression a little solemn.

Ruoshui said cautiously, "Niang...?"

Nan Yan thought for a while, looked back, and said, "Why our team hasn't caught up yet. If you come over and take a look, if you meet those people's carriages, remember to step aside and don't run into it."

"The servant understands."

After speaking, she drove the pony all the way back.

The wind blew the grass and waves, making a rustling sound, and when Ruoshui was far away, there was another sound of horseshoes, slowly walking behind her.

Li Bushang's low voice rang in his ears--

"What are you thinking?"

He was only in his early twenties, and it was the time when his youth was in full bloom, but both his expression and voice were full of old-fashioned air.

Seeing him like this along the way made Nan Yan think of Zhu Feng in the past.

I don’t know if Zhu Feng was like that when he was a teenager.

Only then will he grow into a gloomy, cold, and even bloodthirsty King Yan.

Hearing him speak, Nan Yan's breathing also paused, but immediately said, "It's nothing."

Li Bushang said, "What they said is the emperor?"

"..."

"The emperor's imperial driver, I should have arrived at the inn a few days ago."

"..."

"The emperor, with that doctor?"

"..."

"The two of them—"

"They are nothing."

Nan Yan said lightly: "These people like to chew the tongue, don't care."

Li Bushang looked at her for a while and said, "I don't care."

"..."

"I'm afraid you care."

"..."

"You will be sad if you care."

Nan Yan also looked up at him, and then said, "I don't care, and it's not sad."

"...!"

Hearing these words, Li Bushang's eyes seemed to flash through.