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

Zhu Chengjin said: "Your biggest mistake is to show all your cards before leaving this ship!"

At this time, a voice said coldly: "Oh?"

The sound was very soft. On this deck that was already full of people, in the noisy surroundings, it should have been unnoticeable at all.

But I don’t know why, when this cold voice sounded, it was like an icy ridge was pierced in the hearts of everyone present. Everyone felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts inexplicably, and everyone subconsciously closed. Mouth.

Looking up, a tall figure slowly walked up from the stern.

No, not one.

It's a group.

It was the group of people who followed him on the boat where Lu Linchuan was before. Although it was too late when everyone got on the boat and there was no way to see everyone clearly, the people on Lu Linchuan’s boat were obviously his brothers. They were similar in stature, but they failed to cross the river. When the Yangzhou people attacked their fleet with fire boats, their boats were burned and they were forced to abandon the boat and jump into the river. Lu Linchuan took his people to Zhu Chengjin. Of this ship.

Just after Nan Yan came out, they also saw them in the stern, because Zhu Chengjin did not allow anyone to approach him, so these people did not dare to come over.

And now, they all stepped on the bow. The guards and boatmen who had blocked them had gathered at the bow and were ready to attack Ye Yi and Nan Yan, without the slightest defense against these people.

However, these are nothing.

Even if Lu Linchuan brought people over, as long as Zhu Chengjin gave an order, the escorts and boatmen on the ship could disperse them. Most importantly, everyone saw that an exceptionally tall, resolute figure walking on Foremost.

But it was not Lu Linchuan who led them.

When this person slowly walked out of the deepest night before dawn, everyone present felt an invisible pressure, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, the heart could not beat, breathing could not continue, even the closest to Ye Yuhe Nan Yan, the guards who were ready to act on both of them, couldn't help but softened their legs and shivered back.

Nan Yan's eyes widened.

However, in her eyes, there was no slightest surprise.

On the contrary, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a little relief, as if a person who had been wandering for a long time suddenly had aspirations to return, and when he turned around, he found that his home was just behind.

However, Ye Wei, although not surprised, when this figure appeared in front of him, his face suddenly paled, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He gritted his teeth and turned his face to one side. He was stunned when he saw the people standing on the bow of the ship, especially Zhu Chengjin.

"you--!"

This word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat abruptly, but after saying this word, he couldn't say a word anymore, only opened his eyes, as if looking at this in disbelief The tall figure got closer and closer, and finally walked to Nan Yan's side.

A big warm hand, with familiar firmness and a reassuring breath, stroked Nan Yan's shoulder.

A deep voice also rang in her ears.

"Is it all right?"

Nan Yan took a deep breath and finally didn't make herself gaffe like others, but after all, the moment he was touched, she was still like a person who had been hanging in the air for a long time, and finally got her feet on the ground.

She said softly: "The concubine is fine."

It’s not someone else standing in front of her, it’s in everyone’s eyes, and in their hearts, they should have been killed by Ran Xiaoyu. Even now, maybe even the corpse should be decayed. Zhu Feng!

He came out alive and stood in front of everyone.

At the moment he saw him, Nan Yan even smiled a little relief.

In fact, they had met in Jinling Palace a long time ago. When she just boarded the ship, she also recognized the figure hiding beside Lu Linchuan. She just didn't expect that Zhu Feng still likes to take risks so much. So hiding in the depths of the enemy camp.

However, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

He has been hiding like this, and he got on the boat with Lu Linchuan and the others. Now he walked safely to Nan Yan's side. No one found him and moved his finger.

After hearing the three words Nan Yan answered, he nodded gently, and stopped talking to her. Instead, he stretched his arms and held her behind him, then stepped forward and looked at The thin figure standing on the bow.

To him, this figure is like seeing each other in a lifetime.

After launching the Battle of Jingnan and invading Jinling City, he has been looking for his nephew. For so many years, although the Jiangshan society has been settled, there is always such a small force that has always been against him. From Jinling, to Shazhouwei, to the Dixianhui in Beijing, to the civil unrest in Jiangnan.

If at the beginning, he would think that it was just a small group of people who were unwilling to lose power after he was enthroned, or were squeezed out of the center of power. A little bit of the troops and horses of the country to capture Beiping, such forces, such methods, is definitely not an ordinary person, or that ordinary people in power can have.

Therefore, even if Zhu Chengjin never showed up, in his heart, he could see clearly and thoroughly.

Only people who have been in the Ninth Five-Year Plan and swear by the eight poles have such means and energy.

Therefore, he was affirmed that the charred corpse found in Zichen Palace that year was just a blind trick. He was really driven off the throne by himself, and this nephew who had a deep hatred for him had already escaped. Retaliation began.

He said: "Long time no see."

Zhu Chengjin's eyes were red.

He gritted his teeth and said: "You, you really are not dead!"

Zhu Feng said calmly: "Since you see that Xu Shifeng is not injured, then you should know that Ran Xiaoyu's so-called success in the assassination is just a blindfold. You have used this method, but you have forgotten it."

Zhu Chengjin did not speak.

It wasn't that he couldn't speak, but at this time, he was gritting his teeth hard, even if he was still some distance away, he could hear Grid's voice, as if he wanted to chew the bones of the person in front of him.

But at this time, he was also a little flustered.

If even Ran Xiaoyu's assassination of him was false, then how much of everything he thought was true?

Since when did Zhu Feng learn about his existence and start making arrangements?

Thinking of this, he looked up at Zhu Feng: "You, when did you start to know me and doubt me?"

Zhu Feng said calmly: "Jinling, Zhujian Academy."