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

"what is this?"

At his feet, I don't know who dropped a handkerchief on the ground.

Xiao Shunzi, who was following him, immediately leaned over and picked it up, and put it in his hand. Nan Yan also walked over and took a look. This is a silk pajama with a lifelike butterfly embroidered on the corner. You can see that it is in the palace. Used by the concubine.

Moreover, there are words on Sipa.

At this moment, a man kneeling on the side turned around hurriedly, leaned over and said, "The emperor forgive me, it was left by the concubine."

Zhu Feng glanced down.

Kneeling at his feet was a young and beautiful woman who was wearing a plain suit because she was guarding the concubine. However, a woman needs to be pretty filial. Such a plain white and red eyes when she cried, on the contrary, set off her young and beautiful face especially delicate and beautiful.

"is yours?"

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down at the words mentioned on the silk paw.

It turned out to be a eulogy.

Zhu Feng said: "You wrote this?"

"Yes. It was written by the concubine for the imperial concubine."

"Why do you write this?"

"Since entering the palace, the concubine has been taken care of by the imperial concubine. I originally wanted to get closer to the imperial concubine, but I didn't expect—"

Having said this, she choked for a moment and said: "The concubine has no talents, so I can only use this eulogy to express my concubine's grief and miss. It's just that somehow she will be left at the door. Hope the emperor will forgive her."

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while and said, "Who are you?"

Nan Yan had been standing behind him and watching with cold eyes. At this time, he stepped forward and said: "The emperor, she is the noble Yao Ying."

"Oh? Yao Ying?"

Hearing Nan Yan's words, Zhu Feng still stared at the woman in front of him.

"You are the Yao Gui who lives in Jingyixuan? You are the one who found Pang Hu's body?"

Then Yao Ying said hurriedly: "Yes, it's the gangster found by Liu'er, the concubine's personal maid."

"Then you know, that Liuer jumped into a well today and died."

"Concubine knows,"

As Yao Ying said, she hurriedly knelt on the ground and knocked her head again and again: "It's the concubine's carelessness. Please the emperor to punish the concubine."

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak immediately, but bowed his head, looked at the eulogy written on the piece of Sipa, was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "You don't need to cure your sin."

When Yao Ying heard this, she immediately raised her head to look at Xiang Zhu Feng.

Since she is paying homage to the imperial concubine in the Jiyan Hall, she naturally can't wear heavy makeup, just sweeping her eyebrows, but she may have just cried, her eyes are red, her eyes are extraordinarily bright, and she was originally young and charming, so she looks like she has heavy makeup. More flavor.

She happily said: "Thank you, thank you!"

Zhu Feng did not speak.

However, Nan Yan stood beside him and saw that he had folded the handkerchief and put it into his sleeve.

Seeing this situation, the other concubines in the Jiyan Palace couldn't help but frown, especially those few of them, their faces even more displeased.

And Zhu Feng already said indifferently: "Okay, continue to do your things."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

Yao Ying hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "Send to the emperor."

Nan Yan looked back at her, didn't say anything, and turned and left.

When the emperor and the noble concubine left, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was a little weird. The few people kneeling in front couldn't help but coldly said: "It's really shameless to seduce the emperor in the hall of the imperial concubine, and people are still watching from the sky. ."

"Writing a eulogy is like attracting the emperor's attention?"

"What is it?"

Yao Ying responded fluently in front of the emperor. At this time, despite the accusations and contempt of the crowd, she herself was very calm, still kneeling on the spot, her back straight, as if the surrounding environment could not disturb her at all.

Ling Shansi on the side gave her a careful look.

Did not dare to speak.

After Nan Yan followed Zhu Feng out of the feast hall a few times, there was still a gloomy look on his face.

However, as soon as he had just walked two steps, he saw Zhu Feng stop and put his hand to cover his chest. Nan Yan hurried forward, only to see his brows wrinkled, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Immediately said: "What happened to the emperor?"

"..."

Zhu Feng's face was a little pale, and after a while, he said, "It's a bit, a bit painful..."

Nan Yan hurriedly said, "Come on, help the emperor go back to Yonghe Palace!"

However, Zhu Feng raised his hand and said, "No, please send me to the Imperial Study Room first."

Nan Yan frowned and said, "Yushufang? Does the emperor have to deal with government affairs?"

Zhu Feng was speechless at this time, only nodded gently.

Although Nan Yan didn't want him to be like this, Zhu Feng had already said so, and she had no way to rebel against the emperor, so she had to let people carry the wicker chair and send Zhu Feng to the imperial study room. Fortunately, there is also an interior room in the Imperial Study Room, which is a place where the emperor can rest when he is dealing with government affairs reviewing memorials at night.

Everyone immediately sent him there and lay on the couch.

After a while, Wang Baizhi also followed.

He checked Zhu Feng's injury, diagnosed his pulse, and said, "The emperor's injury is okay. It's just that the dragon body has not fully recovered. The emperor shouldn't walk around or be too tired."

At this time, Zhu Feng sat down on the couch, and after resting for a while, he had already recovered.

Just said: "I know it myself."

Wang Baizhi couldn't persuade him, but he didn't dare to persuade him.

He just said: "Then, the minister will prescribe a medicine to nourish the emperor's qi and blood, but... the emperor should rest more."

Zhu Feng waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Wang Baizhi retired now.

The people around were busy for a while, seeing that nothing happened to Zhu Feng, and the imperial study room should not be too noisy, which disturbed the emperor's rest, so everyone also retreated.

Only Nan Yan stayed beside the couch.

She took the handkerchief and wiped Zhu Feng's sweat from her forehead, and said softly, "Why doesn't the emperor go back to rest?"

Zhu Feng shook his head gently.

Said: "For so many days, the court has accumulated a lot of things."

"..."

"I can rest, but the world won't rest for a day."

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan knew he couldn't persuade him, so he sent a cup of ginseng tea and said softly, "No matter what, the emperor's dragon body is still very important."

Zhu Feng glanced at her and said, "I know."

After he finished speaking, he raised his finger on the opposite desk. Indeed, as he said, there was already a mountain of official documents. He said, "Go, take two copies and take a look."

Nan Yan had no choice but to get two copies.

The room was a little hot. Zhu Feng sat for a while before taking off his coat. Nan Yan helped him untie his clothes. As soon as he took off, Yao Ying's handkerchief fell to the ground.

Nan Yan leaned down to pick it up.

She looked at the handkerchief, a little lost for a moment.

After thinking about it, Nan Yan whispered: "The emperor is to Yao Guiren..."