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

Although he said so, Nan Yan didn't speak immediately, but looked at him with red eyes that had become dry from tears.

The two people looked at each other for a long time and were silent.

I don't know how long it took, Nan Yan finally spoke, but did not ask, but asked: "This time, the emperor originally-originally, was going to kill me, right?"

"..."

"The emperor wanted me to die, right?"

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her red eyes.

He was always calm about what he did, whether it was good or bad.

But for the first time, some can't speak.

But, after all, he was calm and nodded: "Yes."

Tears welled up from dry eyes again. Nan Yan looked at the man, looked at the face that made her so enchanting, choked and said, "Why did the emperor treat me this way?"

"..."

"Is it because of the trick of victory?"

Zhu Feng was silent for a while and said, "Did you do it?"

Nan Yan shook his head firmly: "No."

The answer is not unexpected.

Therefore, he also calmly said, "I am not because of this."

For an instant, Nan Yan only felt that the pain in his whole body was clamoring at this moment, as if he was about to drive her into a desperate situation. She raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Because the slave and Lord Jane..., the emperor thought the slave wanted to leave the palace, didn't he?"

When the incident was mentioned, Zhu Feng's eyes turned red.

He said solemnly: "Yes."

Nan Yan choked and said, "It's because the servant wants to leave...want to leave the palace, so the emperor is - is he angry?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was a little speechless.

Because a female official wants to go out of the palace, if she wants to leave, her life is required. He can't do this kind of thing.

But he did, almost killed Sinanyan.

I clearly saw the strangle mark left on her neck. It was a wound that almost killed her. Zhu Feng only felt a dull pain in his chest. The pain made him clenched his teeth. In the end, he was just dull. There was a cry.

This response made Nan Yan's tears fall from the corners of his eyes again.

"Slaves... can't you go?"

"..."

This time, Zhu Feng's breath became deeper.

He lowered his head, with his hands still on both sides of her body, confining her under his body, more like confining her in a cage of his own.

He said word by word: "Of course not."

"..."

"You have appeared by my side, and you have let me--"

"..."

"Of course you can't go."

"..."

"You can't just leave like this."

"..."

"I won't let you go."

Listening to his confident, unquestionable and indestructible words like the law, Nan Yan's tears flowed more fiercely.

Soon, a large area of ​​the pillow was soaked.

Seeing her crying silently and her whole body trembling under her own body, Zhu Feng felt that the apex of her heart was taken off again as if it hurt. He raised a hand to wipe her tears.

Nan Yan turned over, facing the wall, her whole body curled up into a ball.

She is avoiding him.

Zhu Feng frowned.

He should have been angry. A slave girl avoided him like this, he should be angry, but now, all the anger is overwhelmed by the pain of a needle in his heart.

He lay down slowly, lying next to her, and took the unavoidable little woman into his arms.

Her tears finally soaked into his arms.