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

Nan Yan suddenly said, "Second Young Master."

Jian Ruocheng stopped and slowly turned back to look at Nan Yan. Although his thin figure was about to melt into the night, his gentle eyes and gentle gaze were particularly dazzling.

He smiled and said, "What else do you have to order?"

Nan Yan was silent for a while, his throat choked slightly, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse unconsciously, and he whispered: "If you want to leave, don't leave without saying goodbye."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Jian Ruocheng's eyes flickered slightly.

It seemed that these words came directly to his heart.

He looked at Nan Yan in silence for a while, only smiled faintly, and turned away without saying anything.

Looking at his back, Nan Yan still wanted to say something, but only tasted the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, and was speechless. At this moment, Ruoshui walked to her and said softly, "Niang, it's night. Now, let's go back."

"……Ok."

Nan Yan glanced again, then turned and left.

When she turned and left, Jian Ruocheng, who had already walked far away, stopped again and slowly turned sideways. He could not see Nan Yan's figure in the deep night, but he quietly stared at the dense darkness. After a long time, he turned and left silently.

Nan Yan returned to the room. Ruo Shui served her to wash up and made her bed. When the bed was ready, Nan Yan still sat on the edge of the bed, watching the night outside.

Ruoshuidao: "Manny, don't you stop?"

Nanyan Road: "Go down, I want to stay alone for a while."

Although Ruo Shui arrived at her late and didn't know what happened to her and Jian Ruocheng, but from the atmosphere of the two people facing each other, she knew something, so she didn't talk much, lit incense for her, and turned around and retired. Down.

Nan Yan curled her feet around her knees, looking at the dark night outside, there was no starlight.

After a while, a familiar footstep sounded.

If it is normal, she will get up immediately to meet her, but today, people are a little distracted. They hear the footsteps but can't react at all in their minds until the door is pushed open. Zhu Feng walked to the couch and couldn't reach out. She politely pushed her, and she looked up at Zhu Feng when she recovered.

"The emperor is back?"

Zhu Feng had an unhappy expression on his face, snorted, then turned and sat down on a chair.

Nan Yan blinked and looked at him for a while.

Finally recovered.

When she met Jian Ruocheng tonight, even if no one heard what they were talking about, it was inevitable that there were so many people in such a big garden, and they would definitely be seen by others. He also reported in front of Zhu Feng. Feeling unhappy, I came to trouble myself.

So Nan Yan got off the couch and walked in front of Zhu Feng with his shoes.

"The emperor is angry again?"

Zhu Feng glared at her, but ignored her words. He only looked down at her white feet exposed, and said coldly: "I'm such a big man, and my shoes don't wear well. Look, you still have some imperial concubine. Looks like?"

Sure enough, I was here to find trouble.

If she used to be young, Nan Yan would still explain stupidly. Now she is too lazy to explain. Instead, she took her feet out of her shoes. She had just washed her feet, and her toes were a little bit pink, deliberately wishing. Feng twitched his stiff calf.

Immediately, I heard Zhu Feng's breathing sink.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Didn't the emperor always say that his concubine is still young?"

"..."

"Then, the concubine will be'little' to show the emperor."

As soon as she finished her words, she heard Zhu Feng clenching her teeth, even her breathing, and scolded her fiercely: "Fuck-account-east-west!"

But as soon as the words were finished, one hand stretched over and picked her up.

"what!"

Nan Yan let out a low cry in surprise, and when he reacted, he was already sitting on his lap with his body pressed against his chest.

And the hand that encircles her thin waist is still firmly encircling her waist.

Through the thin clothes, Zhu Feng's chest can be felt warm, and his palms are even hotter.

Nan Yan's face was also a little red, but he didn't dodge, just bit his lower lip and looked up at Zhu Feng's eyes, and said with a smile, "Does the emperor want to beat the concubine?"

Zhu Feng said: "The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, you deserve a beating."

"The emperor... are you willing?"

"You see, I am not willing!"

After speaking, he hugged her and walked to the bed.

Knowing that the emperor was back, Ruoshui was originally going to come and serve, but as soon as she walked to the door, she blushed immediately when she heard the noise inside, and hurriedly covered her red ears, turned and ran away.

This tossing, tossing to the middle of the night.

There was still a little faint light from the candles in the room, shining on Nan Yan’s blushing face, she just felt sweaty all over her body, being held by Zhu Feng in her arms, and the place where her skin touched was even more watermark child.

At this time, you should take a shower.

But the bone heads on her whole body were removed, and she didn't even bother to move, but her throat was so dry - after all, she had just screamed for a long time, so she squeezed her fist and gently punched Zhu Feng's chest.

Originally, Zhu Feng also leaned on the bedside to rest. He felt her come limp and looked down at Nan Yan: "What are you doing?"

"The concubine is about to die of thirst."

Zhu Feng smiled, stretched out her hand and squeezed her face. Then she put on her clothes and got out of bed. He poured her a cup of tea by hand. Although it was a bit cold, it was just right to drink at this time and brought it to the bed. Nan Yan grabbed his hands and drank a large glass, and Zhu Feng poured the rest into his mouth.

Then I went to bed again.

Still dragging Nan Yan over to hold her arms, the two cuddled tightly like vines and trees.

After drinking a little water, Nan Yan also felt more energetic, and looked up at Zhu Feng: "The emperor is not angry?"

Upon mentioning this, Zhu Feng sank again.

But he said: "What is mad at me?"

Nanyan hits the snake with the stick, and the person is also moving up little by little in his arms, leaning his head on his shoulder, and whispering softly: "The emperor also knows that Jian Ruocheng really talked to Miaoming. The elders go to practice together, and in the future, the concubine and him will not be able to see each other."

"..."

"But he, he and his concubine are old acquaintances. If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for the Jane family, the concubine would have suffered a lot."

"..."

"The concubine just wants to have a good talk with him."

Zhu Feng is still cold.

After a while, he said, "I didn't ask this again. You will see you if you want to be honest, what can I explain."

Nan Yan looked up at him with an awkward look, and knew that he didn't doubt himself and Jian Ruocheng, but was just habitually being jealous.

So smiled and reached out and hugged him.