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

Before finishing speaking, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside. Ruoshui rushed to the door of the camp and said anxiously: "Manny, that Wen Wuyu is crazy again!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan hurriedly turned and walked out.

Zhu Feng followed him out of the camp and saw Ruoshui standing at the door. Nan Yan immediately asked, "Where are the others?"

Ruo Shui was in a hurry and even bowed to the emperor and noble concubine, then pointed to the tent next to him and said, "He just broke in suddenly and went crazy inside.

That tent was where Fang Buyuan took Wen Bieyu and Zhu Chengjun to heal his injuries just now.

Nan Yan was afraid that Wen Wuyu would go in and go crazy. In case of injury, he hurriedly walked over with Zhu Feng. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the tent was similar to the one where the old country uncle was in. There was nothing in it. There was only one bed made up of several stools. Wen Bieyu was covered with wounds, bleeding from his nose and mouth, and he was dying, with the plaster just applied by the military doctor on his back.

Zhu Chengjun was sitting on the other side of the bed. He was fine, just guarding Wen Bieyu.

And Wen Wuyu was lying on the head of the bed.

Because of his previous struggles, his hair was disheveled, and he looked mad at first. At this time, his eyes were staring straight at Wen Bieyu, his eyes seemed to have a little pity in the madness, and everyone around him was caught by him. He was shocked when he suddenly broke in, especially the old military doctor, who hurriedly said: "Don't touch him, he has broken several bones. If you touch him, he will die!"

Wen Wuyu didn't make a big noise.

But he still stared straight at Wen Bieyu. After a while, he said, "It's so pitiful."

Nan Yan originally heard that he was going crazy, and thought he was coming in and making a big fuss. He was relieved to see this, but he was also afraid of irritating him, so he cautiously walked over and said softly, "What is the pity?"

Wen Wuyu did not look back at her, but still stared at Wen Bieyu.

After a while, it seemed as if he had just heard Nan Yan's words and slowly said, "Poor, there is no mother at such a young age."

Nan Yan looked back at Zhu Feng, and both frowned.

Wen Bieyu's mother has passed away a long time ago. When he said that, was he talking about Wen Bieyu, or was he talking crazy?

Zhu Feng thought for a while, took a step forward, and asked in a low and gentle tone: "Why the **** is there?"

Hearing this question, Wen Wuyu shuddered suddenly, as if shivered by the sudden cold wind. He turned his head and looked at Zhu Feng. His eyes flickered like a candle that would go out in the wind at any time. With a little frenzy on the verge of extinction, he stretched out his index finger to clasp his lips: "Hush!"

Zhu Feng said: "What's wrong?"

Wen Bieyu said, "I can't say it!"

Zhu Feng said: "Why can't you say?"

Wen Bieyu said: "If you say it, you will die!"

"..."

"If you see it, you will die."

"saw?"

Zhu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step forward, bent over, looked directly into his eyes, and said, "What do you see?"

A gust of wind roared outside the tent, and heavy downpour hit the tent, as if to uproot the only small place in this wild world that could provide them with shelter. This screaming sound attracted warmth. Wuyu was even more disturbed. He was lying on the side of the bed with both hands, curled up on the ground, like a dog homeless in the wind and rain, shivering: "I saw, I saw the murder, many people, There are men and women, and they are killing people."

"..."

"Kill a woman."

"...!"

When Zhu Feng heard this, his brows frowned again.

Even Nan Yan next to him was even more confused.

Just now, what she said to Zhu Feng was that she suspected that the old uncle had been to this wild northwestern land and killed a woman here. Wen Wuyu saw him and was scared into a fool, but listened to him. Now this is wrong again.

Not only men but also women kill.

In other words, he is not alone.

Moreover, it is "a lot of people."

"Many people", including the old country uncle, and even women. When these people got here, they killed a woman?

Hearing this, I feel ridiculous.

Could it be that this is really just his madness, without any value?

Even Nan Yan hesitated and said softly after a long time: "The emperor, I am afraid that what he said is really just crazy. According to my concubine, I should take him down and ask him after he calms down. Talk about it."

Zhu Feng did not speak, but only raised his hand to signal her not to move.

Nan Yan stood quietly beside him.

Zhu Feng bent over and looked at Wen Wuyu condescendingly. After a long time, he raised his hand and pointed to Wen Bieyu who was unconscious on the bed and said, "Who is he?"

Wen Wuyu shivered and looked back at Wen Bieyu.

Then he said: "He, he is so pitiful."

"..."

"No mother, he is so pitiful."

"..."

"So poor, so poor..."

Under the faint candlelight, Zhu Feng's face added a bit of unpredictable gloom, and Nan Yan standing beside him could even feel his breath sink. He slowly said, "What happened then? After that woman died, what happened to him?"

When Wen Wuyu turned his head to look at him again, his eyes flickered.

He craned his neck and looked around, as if to be wary of something, but in this small space, there was really nothing to be wary of, but he still lowered his voice and quietly said: "He, was taken by them. gone."

Zhu Feng took a deep breath.

When he straightened up, his face had returned to his normal expression, and even a little bit colder in his eyes. He ordered: "Take him down and don't let him come to disturb the patients here."

The attendant at the door immediately came in and dragged out Wen Wuyu, who was still chattering and muttering words.

Nan Yan stepped forward: "The emperor--"

Zhu Chengjun also shrank from the corner of the bed. He stared at the scene in a daze. He was a little unclear and pulled the corner of Zhu Feng's clothes: "Father, what's the matter? What are you asking?"

Zhu Feng did not answer him, just reached out and stroked his hair.

"Does it hurt me?"

His tone was very gentle, compared to his usual affection and strictness to this son. At this time, such a gentle voice was a little weird. Nan Yan glanced at him.

"No pain!"

Zhu Chengjun originally wanted to care about his father, but the child was still young, and he was so concerned about him, so he couldn’t help claiming credit: “Father, they grabbed me and tortured me, but I didn’t ask for mercy at all. I also scolded them, Father, am I very good?"

Zhu Feng said with a dumb voice: "As expected of my son."