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

Nan Yan did not let him stay for too long.

When Madam Su’s cry came from the wind and rain, she took Zhu Feng and left Lenggong. After leaving, she returned directly to her Yonghe Palace.

When Aunt Tongyun and Ruoshui saw the emperor and the imperial concubine coming back drenched, they didn't dare to ask more, and immediately prepared hot water for them to take a bath. After the two of them washed away the coldness, they returned to the room.

Sitting by the bed, Zhu Feng's hair was dangling softly behind his head.

Nan Yan knelt on the bed and wiped his hair with a towel. He saw his two hands, although they had become red and hot in the warm bath, but at this time, they immediately returned to cold. He pinched his knees hard.

In his heart, it seemed that he was also suffering.

Until the return of Jade Father.

He walked in, didn't even dare to get too close to the bed, but knelt on the ground from a distance, and said: "Return to the emperor, Qin Ruolan-hanged himself."

At this moment, Nan Yan saw his hand.

His hands originally pinched both knees hard, and the moment he heard these words, his fingers convulsed, almost sticking into the flesh.

Then, slowly let go.

Nan Yan, who was kneeling behind him, could clearly feel that the muscles and muscles of his whole body were completely relaxed when he tightened, as if something had been taken away from his body, and it was a little empty.

After a long silence, Zhu Feng said, "I see."

"..."

"Let me take care of her funeral."

Duke Yu knelt on the ground and whispered, "The emperor, what etiquette is used for burial?"

Nan Yan looked at Zhu Feng carefully.

I saw him sitting quietly, thinking quietly for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Send her back to their Qin family's ancestral grave for burial. She is Qin Ruolan, that's all."

"..."

"As for the spiritual position... When it's suitable, send it to the Emperor's Mausoleum."

Jade justice: "The slave and maid understand."

After speaking, he kowtowed, got up and went out.

The door was also closed.

Even if the doors and windows are closed, they can't control the sound of raining outside, but the sound of such rain, on the contrary, makes the room quieter. Nan Yan could even hear Zhu Feng's heartbeat and breathing in the sound of rain, as if he had let go of something, very light, but the breath exuding from his body seemed heavy.

She stretched out her hand and hugged him gently from behind.

Zhu Feng wanted to look back at her, but he hesitated for a while, but didn't look back. He just lowered his head and said solemnly: "I don't know why, I have hated her for so many years, and even hated her for the same way when I lost my memory. Deceive me... But, let her die, knowing that she is dead... I still feel sad."

"..."

"I obviously want to clean up with her."

"..."

"Why do I still feel sad? Nan Yan, why do I still feel heartache?"

Nan Yan hugged him hard, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his firm chest, the palm could even detect the powerful heartbeat under his chest.

The pain in that place can only be endured for life.

There is no escape, and nowhere to escape.

Nan Yan hugged him tightly with both hands and pressed his face to his back. He could hear his heavier and more painful heartbeat, and said softly: "Because the emperor is still a person."

"..."

"It's a human, it hurts."

"..."

"Especially this person is someone who the emperor loved and hated. If the emperor's love and hatred are false, then there will be no heartache. Otherwise, such a result should be heartache anyway."

Zhu Feng's eyes turned redder.

It seems that since adulthood, after understanding his own situation, he rarely feels wronged. Of course, life can't be wronged, but he never let himself feel wronged, because when a person is wronged, he will be soft.

But at this time, he looked like an opened clam shell.

He showed all his softness to Nan Yan. At this time, any small injury, even a little sand, would probably kill him.

But Nan Yan just hugged him.

Her voice passed directly to his ears from the back, and even more to his heart, as if just touching his heart with her voice.

"but--"

When she said this, she straightened up again, stretched out her hand to break Zhu Feng’s face, and turned Zhu Feng’s face to face herself, looking at his red eye circles and red nose, she was obviously so strong, even in many At that time, people who were so domineering that they could scare away a bunch of people, at this time, there was a bit distressing grievance. Nan Yan looked at him and said earnestly: "This time my heartache is over, it's over."

"..."

"Isn't the emperor going to cut her off? It hurts for her, this is the last cut."

"..."

"The emperor's heart of the emperor, don't ache for anyone anymore."

Hearing these words, Zhu Feng's heart seemed to jump again.

Only this time, his heartbeat was not accompanied by the deep-seated pain, but instead dispelled the chill and pain brought out from the cold palace.

He slowly turned around and reached out and hugged Nan Yan.

A pair of big palms with some coolness touched this thin body, bringing her closer to herself, so that there would be no gap between the two, as if she wanted to inlay Nan Yan into her body, never letting her She left again.

"Nanyan..."

Nan Yan blushed a bit when he heard his low voice.

She thought about it, lowered her head, and stamped Zhu Feng's pale lips with her slightly trembling lips.

Then stretched out his hand to untie his clothes.

At this moment, the candle flame burned to the bottom, and after struggling twice, it went out.

The entire Yonghe Palace plunged into darkness.

But Nan Yan's skin still shone with a faint glow in the dark, like a run jade.

From the time Zhu Feng was assassinated and fell into a coma to waking up, they had never been so close. Although they slept together at night, the bedclothes must naturally be eliminated for his body.

Indeed, the two have not made each other for a long time.

But now, she took the initiative to hold him, even pushed him down on the bed, biting his lips forcefully, until the tips of the two of them could taste a little **** taste, she let him go.

But this time, Zhu Feng did not let her go.

Almost immediately, he turned away from the guest, and hugged the thin, soft body in his arms tightly, and squeezed it in his arms. During the process, he even heard Nan Yan's whimper sound, as if there was a little pain, but she still didn't Resisted and even hugged him tightly.

The hugs, touches, and even warm embraces of two people don't seem to be for pleasure, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with passion and desire. They just want to hug each other hard.

In this dark, heavy rain, as if the whole world is plunged into a predicament, hug the person in front of you and you can be saved.