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

Nan Yan returned to the room. After a while, there was a mess of footsteps outside, as if a lot of people came by, but there was no sound of talking.

She hurriedly got up and went out.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Zhu Feng with a black face, and he was surrounded by Xiao Shunzi and other people walking back.

what happened? It was okay just now, why did you feel unhappy all at once?

Nan Yan was a little surprised, but he immediately leaned over to greet him. Zhu Feng did not speak, and walked straight into the room. Nan Yan asked in a low voice, "What happened to the emperor?"

Xiao Shunzi stayed at the door and whispered softly, "I don't know why, that's it."

"..."

"I'm afraid I'm getting drunk, a little annoyed."

"..."

"Manny tonight... serve carefully."

At this time, everyone had already left the room, bowed to her and left.

Nan Yan thought for a while and walked into the house carefully.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong alcohol.

She couldn't help but frowned, but she walked forward patiently, and saw Zhu Feng sitting on the side of the bed, with one hand on her knees, constantly pinching her nose, and her eyebrows were twisted into a lump. , Looks like annoyed.

Usually, no one dares to approach him at this time.

Just when Nan Yan hesitated whether to step forward to serve, or call someone over to serve, he heard Zhu Feng's deep opening, his voice as low as if he was depressed.

"come here!"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated, but walked over.

There was only one candlestick in the room. The light of the candle was faint, reflecting on his face, and he could even see the traces of his gritted teeth. Nan Yan whispered, "The emperor, what's your order?"

Zhu Feng reached her ear, gritted her teeth, and said three words——

"I, I want to vomit."

"what?"

Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then took a closer look at his face by candlelight, only to find that his face was very Nan Yan apart from the red color, his brows were frowning, and his teeth were clenched. It was clear that he was holding back something.

It turned out to be nauseous.

Nan Yan felt so angry and funny, and Zhu Feng already whispered: "Hurry up, I can't help it!"

"Huh? Oh, good!"

Nan Yan hurriedly took the spittoon and held it in front of him, but Zhu Feng retaliated against the spittoon for a long time, but couldn't vomit anything, so he kept pulling the neckline with discomfort.

Nan Yan only thought that he just started drinking as soon as the banquet started because he was so happy, and he didn't eat anything.

There is only wine in my stomach, where can I spit it out.

At this moment, Ruoshui's voice came from the door, saying: "Niang, the hangover soup is ready."

When Nan Yan heard this, Nan Yan didn't react, but Zhu Feng raised his head from the spittoon and said, "Don't let her in!"

Seeing him like this, he still cares about his own face.

Probably just now, in front of everyone, he has been holding on hard, not letting people see his drunk and uncomfortable look like he wants to vomit. He has been holding it here until he is embarrassed. Nan Yan shook his head and smiled, but immediately got up and walked to the door, took the soup from Ruoshui, and said, "Okay, you can go down."

"Manny, don't you need to serve as servants?"

"No, don't come over tonight."

"Ah...? Oh."

If Shui seemed to understand something, he smiled, turned around and went down.

Nan Yan returned to the room with the soup bowl, and personally served Zhu Feng and drank it. The sour soup was so sour that Zhu Feng's face wrinkled together.

However, after a bowl of sour soup, I finally feel more comfortable.

Nan Yan wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "The emperor can't drink like this next time."

Zhu Feng sighed long, and only said, "Are I happy?"

In fact, his drinking capacity was trained in the military, which is not bad, but the northwestern wine is too strong, and drinking on an empty stomach, it is inevitable to drink like this.

"Yes, happy."

Nan Yan shook his head. At this moment, he didn't even care about him being drunk. He hadn't washed his clothes, so he served him undressed and lay down, and said, "You have to take care of your body if you are happy. The emperor hurts his body by drinking like this."

"I know, but I am happy..."

Zhu Feng murmured, although he was drunk, his eyes were particularly bright, and when he opened his eyes to look at Nan Yan, the corners of his eyebrows were still a little joyful.

"You know what it means to the court to take the White Dragon City."

"..."

"The whole Northwest, this game of chess is alive."

"..."

"Alive..."

This is the first time that Zhu Feng has shown such straightforward joy in matters of national policy. In the past, no matter how great the merits and joys were, he also carried the emperor's frame, a picture that was high above the sky, with joy and anger invisible. expression.

At this time, there is no way to hide it.

Holding Nan Yan's shoulders with one hand, he hugged her into his arms, and Zhu Feng continued to say, "I am really happy..."

Nan Yan was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

The heavy scent of alcohol suddenly made her dizzy and she wanted to struggle, but although Zhu Fengjiu was drunk, the strength in her hands remained undiminished, holding her tightly like iron tongs, completely unable to escape. .

After thinking about it, she also gave up.

Just leaning in his arms, smelling the stinky wine, listening to his whisper, Nan Yan smiled and said: "Okay, happy, you have to sleep if you are happy, the emperor will go to bed soon."

"……Ok."

Zhu Feng's mouth was still hooked, hugging her, and fell asleep so deeply.

After a while, snoring sounded in the room.

Nan Yan looked up at him, with a rare childish appearance, couldn't help but smile, and closed his eyes.

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He fell into darkness.

The next morning, the two got up early, and after washing up, they sat at the table to have breakfast.

Nan Yan was holding the bowl and staring at Zhu Feng with a smile, and Zhu Feng kept his face calm, until she couldn't bear it anymore, he coughed and said, "Eat well!"

Nan Yan smiled deliberately: "The emperor, don't you want to throw up?"

Zhu Feng glared at her.

But, after all, he couldn't hold it back, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up. Nan Yan smiled and said: "The concubine thought that the emperor had been drunk all night, and he would remember nothing.

"All right!"

Zhu Feng stretched his face and said, "Don't you just get drunk?"

Nan Yan said: "Is that a little bit? The emperor has never felt this uncomfortable before, right?"

"..."

"Drinking on an empty stomach, it's me who suffers."

"..."

"Next time, the concubine really wants to look at the emperor, absolutely can't drink like this anymore."

Zhu Feng couldn't, and could only say: "Well, I will listen to you next time."

The two talked and laughed and finished their breakfast. They were sitting and drinking tea. Xiao Shunzi walked in from outside, bowed and said, "The emperor, Miss Xie is here to bid farewell to the concubine."

"Oh?"

Nan Yan looked up and smiled: "Let her come in."

Xiao Shunzi hesitated again.

Zhu Feng looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Shunzi whispered: "Commander Li, also accompanied."