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

Nan Yan stopped in shock.

Jian Ruocheng? Why is he here?

She has not forgotten, why Zhu Feng put herself in jail because of the misunderstanding that she made a private agreement with him, thinking that she treated him--

She thought that at this time, even if Zhu Feng had a good temper, she wouldn't let Jian Ruocheng meet with herself.

but--

She subconsciously raised her head and glanced, but saw that Zhu Feng's face seemed very calm, without a trace of expression, but there was a little unspeakable heavy meaning in those eyes. It should be, it is a kind of discomfort. .

She lowered her head hastily.

At this time, Zhu Feng's hand holding her arm used a little bit more strength, Nan Yan was almost hurt by him, and he heard his voice coming from the top of his head.

"Your body is not suitable for staying in the palace at the moment, and indeed, you cannot stay in my palace forever."

"..."

"So, after thinking about it, I will let you go out of the palace and go to Jian's house to cultivate."

Nan Yan carefully raised her head to look at him, and responded softly, "Um..."

Zhu Feng lowered his head and stared at her: "Are you very happy?"

Nan Yan shook his head in fright: "No, no."

"Listen."

There is still no obvious angry expression on his face, but there is a bit of gritted teeth in his voice, and he said word by word: "Even if you go to other places, you are not allowed to think of other people. !"

"..."

"If you let me know you--, I will choke you to death!"

He said, as if to prove his words, squeezed her wrist vigorously.

"what!"

Nan Yan whispered in pain, and subconsciously pulled his hand back, but Zhu Feng still held her and took her forward.

Of course, Jian Ruocheng, who was standing by the carriage, had seen them a long time ago. He stood still. When Zhu Feng took Nan Yan and approached him, he glanced at the hands of the two, and then bowed respectfully and bowed to him. : "Weichen pays respects to the emperor."

Zhu Feng stood on the steps and looked down at him: "Have you explained to your family clearly?"

"As soon as the emperor's will arrives, the Weichen will immediately do it."

"..."

"Please rest assured, the emperor, my father has always attached great importance to the female officer, and Weichen's sister-in-law is also proficient in medicine. When the female officer arrives at Jian's house, she will definitely get a good rest."

"..."

Zhu Feng stared at him with a sullen face, and then said: "One more point."

"..."

"I don't want anyone to disturb her, anyone approach her."

"..."

"anyone."

His voice is not harsh.

But this sentence clearly makes people feel an indescribable pressure.

Jian Ruocheng lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face, but when he spoke, his voice was as gentle as ever: "The emperor's will, the minister must do it."

Zhu Feng looked at him for a while, then turned his head and looked at Nan Yan, who was standing in the windy field with a pale face: "Get in the car."

Nan Yan looked up at him.

Of course she didn't know how Zhu Feng was bombarded by the officials, Heyi, and Ye Yi during the day, but she understood that it was good for her to do so.

And Zhu Feng was able to make such a decision--

It's no wonder that his hands were constantly exerting force along the way.

If it weren't for controlling her, with his strength, I'm afraid she would have squeezed her wrist.

He is real, controlling himself.

Nan Yan was supported into the carriage, listening to the sound of the whip, the carriage swayed forward, she couldn't help but leaned over to the window, opened the curtain and looked back.