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

He raised his hand and wiped her forehead, then frowned.

"Fever!"

"what?"

Nan Yan was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, but didn't feel anything, and said, "No?"

Zhu Feng said angrily: "Are you still fierce?"

"..."

"Look at yourself, your face is red!"

"Uh……"

Nan Yan couldn't see the look on her face, so Zhu Feng was stuffed into the quilt. She was still struggling to get out, but Zhu Feng held the quilt corners on both sides, and said fiercely: "You Dare to move!"

"..."

Who dares to look at him?

Nan Yan could only squat his mouth and retract into the quilt.

Zhu Feng turned his head to listen to the blessings who were waiting at the door and said, "Go and tell Chang Shi, and immediately tell the wise doctor in the mansion to come over. The concubine is ill."

"Yes."

Soon, a group of doctors in the captain’s mansion gathered in the concubine’s room, all in a panic. After all, they were all doctors in the army, and they could only look at some traumas. Moreover, they had never served such a concubine. , So scared one by one shivered not to move.

In the end, a doctor had the courage to prescribe a piece of medicine and boiled it for Nan Yan to drink, but he also kowtow to tell the emperor that the imperial concubine had suffered a cold and this high fever was inevitable.

Zhu Feng angrily kicked these people out.

In the middle of the night, Nan Yan really developed a high fever.

She hadn't felt that she was burning before, but by this time, she had burned so hard that she was lying on the bed, muttering dazedly.

Zhu Feng took care of her personally, soaked the veil in cold water, twisted it smoothly, and covered her forehead.

A chill brought a brief period of sobriety.

Nan Yan opened a ray of eyes and looked at Zhu Feng, his eyes were also red.

Looking at him blankly for a while, she said: "The emperor..."

"Ok,"

Zhu Feng approached her and said softly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Nan Yan whispered: "Why is the emperor still not sleeping?"

"..."

"After running for so long, I need to sleep and rest well."

"..."

"Otherwise, you will get sick."

"..."

Zhu Feng listened very angry and funny.

It seems that I am really sick and confused, I have burned like this, and I still have free time to worry about myself.

So he stretched out his hand and twisted her face gently: "You give me some peace."

"..."

"Sleep well."

Nan Yan was drowsy and wanted to sleep, and opened his eyes to look at him, seeing Zhu Feng touched his face, took away the already warm veil from his forehead, took another veil and soaked it again. Water, wrung out and put it on your forehead.

She reacted somewhat: "Am I really sick?"

"Are there fake illnesses?"

"..."

"I have said that you are not allowed to go with me. You are going to go. If you go, you will still be caught in the rain. Who can blame you?"

Nan Yan was dizzy and couldn't remember what she did. She just smiled and said to Zhu Feng, "I want to be with the emperor."

"..."

Zhu Feng's breathing paused.

In fact, compared with the suffering of Nanyan's illness, he has not slept well for several days. The cold rain hit him, although he is not afraid, it is not painful or cold, but he is used to bear for many years. In pain, he has greater endurance than ordinary people.

But when he heard Nan Yan's words, his heart seemed to be overwhelmed by something long-lost, sorrowful things.

Looked at Nan Yan quietly.

Nan Yan also drooped his eyelids, looking at him awake.

After a while, Zhu Feng leaned down and kissed her gently through the veil moistened with cold water.

Then softly said: "Go to sleep."

Nan Yan let out a bewildered "um" and closed his eyes.

This sleep, until noon the next day to wake up.

When Nan Yan opened her eyes, she felt heavy on her head. She reluctantly pulled her weak hand out of the quilt and stretched out her hand to touch the veil that was already dry. Removed the veil and touched it again. Touch your forehead.

It doesn't seem to be hot anymore.

Where's Zhu Feng?

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Zhu Feng sitting beside the bed with one hand on his forehead, falling asleep.

Probably not left overnight.

The door was hidden, and Ruoshui and the others were sitting at the door. It was obvious that Zhu Feng was taking care of themselves inside. They could not come in or dared to go, so they could only stay with them outside.

Everyone is exhausted.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan was moved and distressed.

Then his gaze slowly moved back to Zhu Feng’s face. The sun outside was very good. The downpour of the whole day dissipated all the gloomy air. The sun shined directly on the window without any shade and penetrated. Although the light in the room is not too hot, it shines on people's faces, and the slightest expression is revealed.

Therefore, she clearly saw the fine lines around Zhu Feng's eyes.

There is also a strand of messy hair falling from the ear.

Among them is a silver wire, shining brightly by the sun.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand, pulled the white hair around his fingertips twice, pinched it tightly, and then pulled it out all at once.

"what!"

Zhu Feng suddenly woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes wide: "What's the matter?"

Nan Yan immediately put his hands down.

Looking at him with a smile: "The emperor."

When Zhu Feng saw her wake up, he said hurriedly: "Awake? Is it still burning?"

"The concubine is all right."

Nan Yan looked at him with a smile. She still remembered that when she first came to serve Zhu Feng, his whole body was full of hostility, especially at night, when he suddenly woke up and would draw his sword, although it was not like what Ye Xun said, "It's so killing in dreams." Cruel, but it is indeed full of hostility.

But now, he suddenly woke up, no longer like he used to.

Over the years, he has really become so gentle.

At this time, Zhu Feng didn't know what she was thinking. He only reached out and touched her forehead, tried it on his forehead, and said, "I still have a low fever, and I have to rest."

After finishing speaking, he tucked the quilt for her.

"what do you want to eat?"

When he asked, Nan Yan realized that his weakness was not only sick, but also hungry.

Immediately said: "Roast chicken."

"..."

Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and then said: "You can't be sick with such greasy things."

"Then, braised lamb?"

"I'm not saying, don't eat greasy ones."

"What can the concubine eat?"

"I asked the kitchen to heat the porridge for you."

As soon as Nan Yan heard it, his whole body collapsed, and he muttered, "If I'm sick, I won't let you eat something good."

Zhu Feng smiled and said: "When you are better, I will bring you the whole roasted lamb. Now I will be obedient, and eat some bland food these two days. I will talk about it when I recover from the disease."

After speaking, he turned around and ordered.

Ruo Shui and the others were still squatting on the ground and dozing off. As soon as they heard the emperor's order, everyone jumped up from the ground and hurriedly went down to prepare.

Nan Yan asked, "The emperor, has Xue Yun got it back?"