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

Regardless of whether Ye Xu's words were true or false, she saw with her own eyes these few days that King Yan did not blink, and just now, she saw him put the sword on the pillow.

What if he walks over by himself and is killed in his dream?

Thinking of this, she sat down slowly again.

However, she still had that thing in her mind, and she could no longer sit and doze like she did just now. The soft quilt lying on the ground seemed to be pressed on her body, and she also knew that although it was a hot day, it would still be cold at night.

Sleeping like this will prevent King Yan from catching a cold tomorrow, right?

Thinking about this, she hesitated again, and stood up with the help of the wall, and walked gently to the place near the bed.

Zhu Feng was still asleep deeply, his nose was heavy, and his snoring sound was getting louder and louder, so that the candlelight on the candlestick beside the bed was shaking slightly.

Nan Yan couldn't help but remembered that in the Huagai Dian yesterday, when he angrily rebuked the General Chen Fu, his voice was so strong, and even the cup on the table was shaken by a palm. By the way, when he picked up the debris, he cut it. Hands.

Nan Yan couldn't help but raised his hand to look at the tiny scar on the tip of her ring finger. In fact, it didn't hurt anymore, but it was a little itchy sometimes.

She sighed and walked up cautiously.

This bed was probably temporarily moved from another palace courtyard. It’s not too big. A tall man like King Yan slept on it, with his arms and legs wide open. It felt like he couldn’t let him go anymore. No wonder Will fall asleep when the quilt falls off.

She bent down carefully, picked up a corner of the quilt and slowly covered it back to Zhu Feng's body.

He was still snoring, sleeping without knowing anything.

Nan Yan looked down at him, couldn't help but smiled, then turned around to leave quietly.

However, as soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard the people behind him as if moving, and then there was the sound of something falling to the ground.

Looking back, Zhu Feng turned over and kicked the quilt under the bed again.

Nan Yan frowned involuntarily--

"what the hell."

Is this a killer in a dream? Is this a good quilt in your dream?

However, when she picked up the quilt again to cover King Yan, she found that his forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, his sword brows were frowned together, and his thin lips were slightly opened and closed. Lightly spit out two words: "Don't!"

"...!"

Nan Yan widened his eyes in surprise.

King Yan looks like this, looks like this - is having a nightmare?

He was sweating profusely, as if someone was strangling his neck, and his breathing became cramped. Nan Yan felt that something was wrong with him, and did not dare to make a noise, so he could only bring a fan over and gently Fanned him.

A cool breeze blew on Zhu Feng's face. Gradually, he seemed to feel more comfortable, and the expression on his face slowed down.

Nan Yan didn't know why he wanted to laugh a little. He didn't expect that his invincible Royal Highness Yan Wang would have nightmares even when he was so brave on the battlefield, and looked at a loss.

Seeing him calmed down a lot, Nan Yan was also relieved, and was about to turn around to leave. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Nan Yan was startled, and hurriedly turned around.

Zhu Feng, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.