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

Listening to the words, Zhu Feng naturally understood the weight of these words.

Nan Yan sitting by the bed, the hand that had been holding Zhu Feng's hand along the way, tightened unconsciously. She immediately said: "My palace knows."

At this time, the emperor's affairs were naturally handed over to her.

No one else can intervene, nor are they qualified to intervene.

Wang Baizhi said, "Then, Weichen retires."

After speaking, he took the medicine box and backed a few steps until he retreated to the door before turning to leave. Nan Yan asked the people in the room to clean up the blood basin and the blood-stained clothes, and asked them to leave.

Once the door was closed, there were only two of them left in the house.

Nan Yan lowered his head and looked at Zhu Feng quietly.

Zhu Feng's expression was a little daunting. He was obviously tired and wanted to sleep, but when he was about to close his eyes, he couldn't help but open his eyes. As long as a person of his status and status is still awake, he will be naturally sensitive to the gaze that falls on him.

Nan Yan's gaze, as if touching, fell on his eyebrows, on the bridge of his nose, his face, and his lips.

With this look, he couldn't sleep a bit.

He smiled faintly: "What are you doing looking at me?"

"..."

"Don't recognize me?"

"..."

Nan Yan didn't speak, so she just looked at him.

Both hands were still on both sides of Zhu Feng's body, the posture seemed to cover him under his own body.

If a man does this pose to a woman, it is naturally a kind of possession or protection, and she will do it, because the body gap is a bit big, it seems that Zhu Feng has a woman on her body.

However, the feeling when the eyes met was not at all.

Although it is not clear how many days he was in a coma-of course, he can probably guess it, Zhu Feng felt that the little girl in front of him had changed a lot.

That kind of fortitude and firmness seemed to break free from flesh and blood.

Obviously, these days, she has gone through a lot of pain to have such a transformation.

Zhu Feng looked at her and wanted to say something, but saw Nan Yan take off her clothes, leaving only her close-fitting white underwear. Then she lifted the quilt, got in carefully, and leaned against him.

A hand crossed over and wrapped his neck.

Whispered: "The emperor..."

The smile at the corner of Zhu Feng's mouth deepened.

I just felt that she had changed a lot, but when she heard it was a little sticky, even with a little milky whisper, she seemed to be acting like a baby, and she felt that she might not have changed at all.

Still the little girl in my heart.

He slowly lowered his head and watched her bury his face in his shoulders without speaking.

But after a while, a warm and moist sensation soaked his clothes.

she cried.

Although there was no sound, tears continued to flow down, soaking his large clothes. Zhu Feng wanted to raise his hand to touch her hair and comfort her, but he lost too much blood just opened his eyes. Saying those words had already consumed all his remaining strength.

There is absolutely no way he can do anything.

She sighed, and gently rubbed her hair with her chin.

Two people just snuggled up quietly.

Time passed slowly.

By the time Nan Yan opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

Her eyes were a bit dry, the result of too many tears. She opened her eyes, and she was still a little confused for a while without knowing where she was. There was only a peaceful feeling brought out from the dream, which filled her heart and filled her This room.

When she looked up and saw Zhu Feng's handsome profile, she was suddenly confused.

"...?!"

Thinking about it again, she suddenly recovered.

Zhu Feng woke up!

Moreover, he came to the fierce battle city with a badly wounded body, shot Munch with the bow of the **** arm, and turned the tide, but his wound broke again and was sent back to the Yonghe Palace.

And myself, holding Zhu Feng, crying and falling asleep!

Thinking back to all this, Nan Yan was at a loss and trance again, but subconsciously, he reached out his arm and clasped Zhu Feng's neck.

Immediately, I heard a chuckle.

"...!?"

Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his head, but saw Zhu Feng, whose eyes were still closed just now. At this time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her with a smile but a smile: "When I woke up, thinking of you I still have to sleep and still lie still; but when you wake up, you want to strangle me."

"emperor!"

Nan Yan stood up in surprise and looked down at him: "Are you awake?!"

She thought that the wound opened and so much blood was bleeding. Zhu Feng was afraid that he would be in a coma for a while, but she didn't expect that he just fell asleep and didn't even coma again.

Zhu Feng smiled, with a little tiredness in his smile.

Obviously not as relaxed as he said in his words.

But still said in a relaxed tone: "How can I be so useless, I have been in a coma for so long, so I should get up and do something."

Nan Yan listened, his eyes were hot again.

Putting his arms around his neck, he whispered, "But, my concubine would rather sleep for a while."

"Ok?"

"A little more rest. My concubine knows, Your Majesty must be very tired."

"..."

"Because only these few days, the concubine's life has been short for ten years when dealing with the courtiers."

Hearing her say so, Zhu Feng wanted to laugh again and felt distressed.

But he didn't dare to laugh. At this time, even if it was just breathing, he could feel a faint pain in his heart and the wound could not crack again.

He lowered his head and said softly: "Then are you tired?"

"Ok?"

"If you are not tired, pour me a glass of water, I am thirsty, and you have not been awake."

"what!"

Nan Yan hurriedly bounced off the bed when she heard it.

These days, Zhu Feng has been relying on the decoction from the imperial pharmacy, and his physical strength can be said to be tight to the bottom line of life. But when he woke up, he went to the fierce battle in the outer city, using the arch of the gods, and the wound broke and broke. After bleeding so much, he must be very hungry and very thirsty.

But you can't eat things, and you can't drink too much water just after losing blood.

So she took a teacup and filled it with half a cup of water, dipped it a little with chopsticks, and dripped it on Zhu Feng's dry lips. He licked it and dripped it again.

After coming down several times, the lips finally became moisturized.

Nan Yan put away the cup and whispered softly: "Just drink this. Later, let them send some rice soup to the emperor. Others are not available for the time being."

Zhu Feng smiled: "I know."

Listening to his voice, still lacking strength, Nan Yan got back into the quilt again, trying to put his arm around him, fearing that he might be hurt, Zhu Feng smiled and said, "What? Really scared?"

"..."

"But what I heard after waking up was my noble concubine's decision to kill and firmly grasp the front and harem."

After speaking, Zhu Feng looked down at her, smiled and said, "It turns out that my concubine is so powerful."