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

The people around didn't hear this, only Li did not hurt and responded softly: "Yes."

He knows what Zhu Feng's endless remarks are talking about-today the Dixian will send someone directly to the gate of the mansion of the commander of Jinyiweidu. Although there is no direct collision, it is already a demonstration. There was no news of the actions beforehand.

Moreover, Li Bushang also took a look just now, there was no Tao Jianbai in the person standing below.

There must be a problem in the middle.

Nan Yan stood aside, although he didn't know the details of the inside, but when he heard that sentence, he also knew what Zhu Feng meant.

Zhu Feng glanced at the person who had almost disappeared at the end of the long street.

At this time, only the last point of the setting sun was still hanging on the horizon, but the dazzling golden light penetrated people’s eyes like a burning knife. Many people standing at the door raised their hands to cover it, and Zhu Feng I felt dizzy even more.

His tall body shook slightly.

Nan Yan immediately took a step forward: "The emperor...?"

Zhu Feng's vision was a little dizzy. He shook his head, which became a little clearer, and then smiled at Nan Yan and said, "Let's go, go to the Xi Bar. Everyone waits until now, naturally they want to drink the wedding wine. "

After speaking, he turned around again and said to everyone, "Okay, everyone will go back to the Xi Bar."

Everyone immediately said: "Yes."

He was standing on the outermost steps. After turning around, no one dared to walk in front of the emperor. Everyone retreated to both sides.

Zhu Feng walked inside.

But at this moment, a person suddenly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, Xiaomin has something for you to see."

While talking, raised his hand.

He held a knife in his hand, shining with cold light.

But at this moment, the blade of the blade was reflected in the fiery sunset, reflecting a dazzling light, and Zhu Feng was pierced in front of his eyes.

Before he could react, he felt a chill in his chest.

He lowered his head and saw the knife in the man's hand, with a cold touch, directly sinking into his heart.

"..."

At this moment, Zhu Feng froze.

Not only did he froze, even Nan Yan, who was standing in front of him, froze after seeing this scene.

On the contrary, the ministers who had retreated to both sides saw this scene, and they all shouted in shock: "The emperor!"

"Come on, there are assassins!"

"Catch the assassin, and protect the emperor!"

Suddenly, the Lei Mansion, which had already calmed down, suddenly boiled again. Not only the guards in the garden, but also the guards brought by Zhu Feng, together with the imperial soldiers led by Yingshao, swarmed at this moment. Enclosed them.

At this moment, Nan Yan could not hear anything in his ears, as if the whole world was blank.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a thunderstorm.

It seemed that something had exploded in her mind, and it was as if she was in the clouds, surrounded by rolling thunder, but she could not react, her eyes fixed on Zhu Feng's heart, staring at that Holding a short knife in both hands, pierced the hands in his chest.

Then he followed the hands and looked at the owner of those hands.

He stood in front of Zhu Feng, his chubby body was as funny as a ball, the rat whiskers on his mouth, and the scabs on his nose, all of which made him feel indescribably funny. But at this moment, he raised his head—this was the first time he looked up after he came to Lei Mansion, and the first time he looked straight into Zhu Feng's eyes—the expression in his eyes was cold and ferocious, as if he had jumped out of hell. Evil spirits.

That is-Xie Jiaojiao's foster father!

what happened?

What exactly is going on?

Nan Yan stared at this scene blankly. The surrounding thunder was getting closer and closer. When countless people rushed up, she realized that the thunder was everyone’s exclamation and heavy footsteps. At this moment, all the chaotic and noisy sounds seemed to pierce something again, smashing her whole body in an instant.

At the same time, Zhu Feng suddenly raised his head and stared at the man in front of him who was piercing his heart with a sharp blade, but he was not looking at his face, but at the eyes that gleamed with ferocious light. .

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

"It's you--"

He said these two words, then raised his hand.

The man subconsciously wanted to hide, and pulled both hands out of his chest. He only heard a "chi" sound, and Zhu Feng sprayed a blood-red mist on his chest, which made this man red in an instant. .

And Zhu Feng has grabbed his face with one hand.

Twist it hard.

A face was abruptly torn from that person's face.

Immediately, Zhu Feng's tall body trembled abruptly, as if some could not bear the power brought by the blood pouring from his chest, he staggered two steps, and fell on his back.

"emperor!"

Nan Yan rushed up and hugged him hard.

However, Zhu Feng dragged herself to the ground with her hand. One of her hands tightly protected Zhu Feng's neck, so she didn't bump into the steps behind her, but her elbow slammed dull. He slammed into the stone steps, as if his bones were shattered in an instant.

However, she felt no pain.

Because of Zhu Feng who was in her arms, the blood pouring from his chest also instantly stained most of her body. The blood, like hot lava, made her shiver.

She was afraid, afraid that the body in her arms would lose such a warm body that had given her endless warmth over the long years.

"The emperor! The emperor!"

She immediately turned over, pressed her hands on Zhu Feng's chest, and pressed his wounds.

"It's okay, it's okay, concubine will help you stop the bleeding, and you will be well soon!"

She pressed his wound madly and muttered to herself, but blood still kept pouring out from her fingers.

But what Zhu Feng wanted to say was blocked by the blood rushing to his throat.

With a low cough, blood poured out of his mouth.

"The emperor, don't the emperor! The emperor--"

Seeing this scene, Nan Yan was in a mess. She shook her head desperately, shouted desperately, the hot blood mixed with the hot things in her eyes, and the salty taste stimulated her whole body to twitch.

The hands pressed on Zhu Feng's chest trembled so badly.

"emperor--!"

There was also chaos around, countless people rushed up to surround the emperor, and a group of people rushed directly to grab the man, and dozens of bright steel knives were placed on his neck.

At this time, this person laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, you think you are strategizing and playing with everyone in applause. So what? Now, you are not calculated by me, hahahaha!"

Nan Yan shivered and turned his head slowly.

In the eyes full of tears, there was a face completely different from just now, but not completely unfamiliar.