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

Zhu Feng was almost about to yell at him, but still tried his best to control himself, but his face was already ashen and angrily said, "Go back to me!"

"emperor……"

If it was normal, Nan Yan would probably fight with reason, but at this time, she really did not have the courage to fight with the emperor who was in a rage. After all, this matter was hidden from him, and it was a loss.

In fact, she will come here, and the situation is similar to that of Zhu Feng.

Counting that the battle has been fought for more than four hours, and Zhu Feng has never heard any news about the King of Han, her heart became more and more disturbed, especially when she heard about the frontline battle reports, the morale of the Yan country was greatly boosted. With an overwhelming victory gesture, she is even more anxious.

Because at this time, if Zhu Chengjun is really in the hands of Ajislan, then he will definitely do something.

Therefore, she has to come.

Seeing Zhu Feng furious, he could not wait to throw her back directly, Nan Yan stretched out his hand to grasp the rein, and slowly rode the horse to Zhu Feng's face, and said softly, "The emperor, concubine--"

"go back!"

Zhu Feng didn't listen to her explanation at all, but stared at Ying Shao who was guarding the concubine with a cold face. Ying Shao looked down at him and bowed his head a little bit timidly, knowing that this time he was afraid that a catastrophe was coming. And Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Send the imperial concubine back, and I will settle accounts with you one by one when the business here is over!"

Ying Shao, as well as the guards around him, were silent.

However, Nan Yan rode a horse and stood in front of him.

Zhu Feng's brows were twisted into a knot, and his face was almost hideous. He said, "Why, you have to resist the decree."

"emperor……"

Nan Yan didn't dare to fight him. Besides, the most important thing before him was the war not far away. If the two of them quarrel first, Zhu Feng will inevitably be distracted. Heart, that is terrible.

So, she softly said: "The concubine just wants to come and see the situation. As long as she knows that Cheng Jun is okay, she will leave immediately."

"No way!"

"emperor!"

When the two of them were entangled, Zhu Feng's team of soldiers who were walking in front of the pathfinder suddenly ran back on their horses and reported: "The emperor, there are people from the other side!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng couldn't bother to argue with Nan Yan anymore, and turned his head quickly, Nan Yan immediately followed him.

I saw a faint light in the chaotic night ahead, but I don't know how far away, the faint light is like a firefly in the distance, and it seems to be swallowed by the deep night at any time.

Someone is here!

Zhu Feng's gaze was like an eagle on the grassland, staring sharply forward. Under the reflection of the fire, he faintly saw a team of men and horses coming towards the battlefield.

It's Ajislan!

As soon as they saw Arislan appear, the people here immediately became nervous. Even Nan Yan subconsciously rode his horse to Zhu Feng's side. Zhu Feng frowned, and wanted to look at the front again, but he was worried about Nan next to him. Yan, I can't wait to not take her to the northwest from the beginning, so there is no anxiety at the moment, but at this time, regret is useless.

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Look for my noble concubine!"

Where did Ying Shao and the others dare to neglect, they hurried to come and guard Nan Yan in the siege.

However, at this time, Nan Yan's full spirit was put forward.

Although in the middle, across the endless battlefield with hundreds of thousands of troops, the shadows of swords and blood and splashes of blood have filled her entire sight, but she still clearly saw the crowd behind the sea of ​​people, and the Ajslan team slowly Coming here, he finally stopped on the other side of the battlefield, looking at them far away.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed in.

This gust of wind came extremely swiftly, as if a fierce beast clamored at them, and the people riding on the horses shook, and the horse that Nan Yan sat on shook his head and retreated in the wind. A few steps.

At this time, someone in the crowd was shouting: "This wind—"

Originally, Zhu Feng looked at the front intently. He suddenly turned around when he heard this voice. He was speaking to the guide Assu who had been following him. Zhu Feng turned and stared at him: "What's wrong with this wind?"

The guide Assur has lived here for decades and knows everything about the plants and trees here. At this time, he is riding on horseback, stretched his neck and looked at the top of his head. Although the black sky can't be seen, he can't see his fingers. This kind of black is different from the usual pitch black, it is a kind of thick, as if there is a feeling that a big hand has been pressed on their heads, and this gust of wind, the wind is engulfing indescribable noise, when it blows over, it is like There are countless ghosts screaming in the wind.

He opened his eyes wide and said: "Your Majesty, this wind, this wind is what the emperor wants!"

Zhu Feng's eyes sank.

He raised his head abruptly, and at this moment, there was a muffled thunder on their heads.

At the same time, on the other side of the altar, the old uncle, who was holding a wooden sword and stomped his hair, was staggered by a sudden gust of wind, but he was so tall that he usually looked at him. Going up is like a black iron tower, and it will be staggered by the wind, which is incredible.

He stepped back two steps, his waist hit the incense case behind him, and the incense candle on it shook.

He Yi, who has been standing under the altar and dedicated to protecting him, hastily stepped forward at this time: "Dao Master?"

He subconsciously wants to board the altar.

The soldiers guarding the altar were also a little flustered. Two of them were about to come up to help him immediately, but the old country uncle raised his hand to stop him. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest and said hoarsely: "Don't be messy. move!"

Praying for rain has reached this time, which is already the most critical time.

He Yi naturally understood that he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, and took a step back. The soldiers could only stand on the spot, watching the old uncle walk two steps along the altar, muttering words. Finally, Put the peach wood sword on the incense table, picked up a piece of talisman to light it, and waved his hand violently.

The talisman paper suddenly scattered into thousands of sparks, scattered in the air.

Immediately, a red light flashed in the low and heavy sky overhead, and then, a burst of muffled thunder blew overhead.

"Boom!"

Upon hearing this voice, He Yi's face immediately showed an expression of ecstasy. He raised his head and looked at the old country uncle: "Dao Master, it is done!"

This gust of wind came with rain!

The old uncle stood staggeringly at the top of the altar, watching the faint red light flashing above his head and the gradually clear thunder, and a little smile appeared on his face.

But the next moment, his brow suddenly frowned.

The crowd hadn't reacted yet, and saw that he suddenly raised his head and spouted a mouthful of blood!