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

Ajislan stared into his eyes and said, "He should be your master."

Wen Bieyu's heartbeat missed a beat.

He did not dare to speak, Zhu Chengjun also paled. Such performance has leaked their thoughts. Ajislan narrowed his eyes again, staring at the two children, and slowly said: "Then now, let this king guess Guess who you are."

"..."

"Actually, your identity is also easy to guess."

Wen Bieyu was sweating and gritted his teeth and said, "I, I'm just, just an ordinary person, so what if he, he is my master?"

"Ordinary people?"

Ajislan sneered and didn't say anything immediately. Instead, she turned and walked to the horse that Wen Bieyu was riding on, looked up and down, and said, "This is Han Dongwei's horse."

Upon hearing this, Wen Bieyu's heart sank.

He is different from Zhu Chengjun. Although Zhu Chengjun's horse is a good breed of horse specially sent from the Western Regions, the horse has not grown up, so it has not been incorporated into the battle horse of Han Dongwei, and because it is a horse given to him by the Emperor. , So the saddles are specially made.

However, he did not have his own horse. In order to go out of the city to find Zhu Chengjun, he stole a horse from the stable, and naturally it was the war horse there.

Unexpectedly, at this time, their identities were revealed.

Ajislan's face sank, turned to look at them, and said, "Although this king does not know your identity, you can ride Han Dongwei's war horse at a young age. Obviously, you are not ordinary people. I'm afraid it's people from the captain's mansion, or even-people around the emperor."

"..."

"And the one who made you take such a big risk to save, your master—"

Having said that, he walked step by step in front of the two children. Wen Bieyu still wanted to retreat, but behind him was a huge rock. There was no way to go back. He could only watch Ajislan walk up to him. In front of them, looking at Zhu Chengjun condescendingly, he said word by word: "If this king remembers correctly, Emperor Yan has been on the throne for so many years, and he has only two sons under his knees."

"..."

"One of them was when he was still the King of Yan and was guarding the Peking Mansion. The name is Zhu Chengxuan. Now he has been canonized as a prince. Since it is the foundation of the country, it is impossible to go everywhere. Now he must stay with you. The capital."

"..."

"one left,"

Speaking of this, Ajislan's eyes showed a little cold light: "It was born by his imperial concubine Sinan Yan, who was canonized as the King of Han when he was born, and his name was—"

He prolonged his voice and did not say the name that everyone knows, but at this time, the more he didn’t say it, the more tormented it was. The prolonged voice struck Zhu Chengjun and Wenbie like a blunt knife. With Yu's bones, Zhu Chengjun gritted his teeth and simply raised his head and said, "Yes, I am Zhu Chengjun!"

"Your Highness!"

Wen Bieyu's face also turned pale.

Even if they were young, they knew very well that there was still a war ahead and Zhu Chengjun, the King of Han, had fallen into the enemy's hands. What this meant to them.

Although Zhu Chengjun was also considered smart and sensible, he began to hide his identity from the moment he was arrested, but after all, he was still young and his mentality was completely unable to withstand such pressure. By this time, his emotions had collapsed. At this moment, he stared at Ajislan with red eyes, and shouted desperately: "I am Zhu Chengjun, how about you!"

Ajislan raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that the inexplicable fear in his heart is not the reason.

This child is indeed not an ordinary child. He is the prince of Yan Country. More importantly, he is the son of Zhu Feng and Sinan Yan.

No wonder, the bones are so hard.

At this moment, he was lying on the back of this child named Wen Bieyu. The wound on his neck was almost ulcerated. The blood stained the clothes on Wen Bieyu's shoulders. He even ran down his arms. It can be seen how much blood was bleeding. It hurts much, but he didn't even scream at all. Until now, he still stared at himself with red eyes, like a little tiger who was forced to a dead end and refused to admit defeat.

Ajislan looked down at him, after a long time, smiled faintly.

Said: "To be honest, this king has long wanted to see you."

"..."

"You are their son, her son."

Zhu Chengjun clearly understood what the "she" in his mouth meant, and a burst of humiliation raged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said: "Whose son I am has to do with you, my father, he is Yan Yan The emperor of the country, if you dare to move me, he will definitely break your body into pieces!"

Naturally, Ajislan would not be irritated by a few words of a child.

He just smiled and approached step by step, and finally walked in front of Wen Bieyu. The two children didn't dare to move, they could only watch him staring at Zhu Chengjun's face for a while, and then said: "You long It's more like your father."

"..."

"If her first child is born, I don't know whether it will be more like your father or her."

Zhu Chengjun's face changed again.

Although his mother and concubine had not told him about it, some people around him had mentioned it to some extent, so he also knew that before him, the imperial concubine had a son who was a compatriot with his sister Princess Xinping. However, he was born and died.

Moreover, he also heard that the reason for this was because at that time the imperial concubine was kidnapped by the people from the country of Lai, and suffered a lot on the way, and even almost lost his life, otherwise the child would not die.

And this Ajislan in front of him--

Zhu Chengjun suddenly understood. He gritted his teeth and suddenly sprang up from Wen Biyu's back, hitting Ajislan's chest with one hand, "I am not allowed to mention my mother concubine!"

The people around were startled, and immediately rushed up: "The King!"

Ajislan raised his hand and stopped them.

Although this child looked fierce, but after all, he was only a child under ten years old, and when he tried his best, he shook him a bit without even pain. In fact, Ajislan had already seen that he wanted to beat himself, but at such a child, he didn't even need to dodge.

He just looked down at Zhu Chengjun, whose lips were shaking with anger, and sneered, "Interesting."

At this moment, a soldier rushed over, walked to Ajislan and said a few words in his ears. The people around him couldn't hear him. Only Zhu Chengjun, who was closest to him, could barely distinguish it from that person's voice. A few words--

The situation is unfavorable.

Zhu Chengjun's heart was overjoyed.

After listening to Ajislan, his face slowly sank. He thought for a while, then lowered his head and looked at the child in front of him.

Zhu Chengjun's heart also twitched: "You, what do you want to do?!"