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

Zhu Feng said: "Actually, yesterday, someone had already heard the news that the special envoy of the Parthian Kingdom is coming soon. I count the days, and I have to start preparing for this matter."

"That is."

Nan Yan nodded hurriedly.

But she calmed down quickly again, looking at Zhu Feng's bloodless face, and said softly: "You have to wait for the things here to be done to prepare, and when the rain stops, I will return to Han Dongwei first."

Zhu Feng said: "That's natural."

Nan Yan sent hot water to Zhu Feng to wash his face again, and then asked, "The emperor would you like to sleep for a while."

Zhu Feng shook his head: "I slept for so long during the day, and I don't want to sleep anymore."

Although he said so, Nan Yan could clearly see that his eyes were still full of bloodshot eyes, and he must be very tired, but again, he thought that the old uncle's affairs had not been processed yet, so he let him lie down. If he doesn't move, he can't sleep.

So he sighed lightly: "Then, the emperor somehow rest for a while before going over."

"I'm fine."

Even though he said that, he was really sitting on the chair, and his chest that had appeared to be a little thin was slowly rising and falling, as if he was in good spirits.

Then he got up: "You accompany me over."

Nan Yan immediately took a piece of clothing and put it on him.

When I opened my tent and went out, it was still windy and rainy outside. It was deep and rainy at night, giving people a chill as if winter was about to come. Nan Yan put the umbrella on top of Zhu Feng’s head, and couldn’t help but shiver. Feng stretched out his hand to embrace her, Xiao Shunzi on the side was originally going to come up to serve, but seeing this scene, she even courageously retreated.

As if supporting each other and relying on each other, the two slowly walked towards the old uncle's tent.

As soon as I entered, I felt dull for a while.

In the tent, the old uncle was still lying unconscious on the bed. Chen Zixiao sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him, while He Yi was standing on the side. The three people did not make a sound. The silence was as if they were holding on. An invisible fortress in general.

But as soon as Zhu Feng came in, this silence was immediately broken, and both of them hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "The emperor."

Zhu Feng waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to be polite at this time.

Then he walked slowly to the bed and glanced down at the old country uncle with a gray face, the feeling that he was about to decay could slowly flow out from his lying figure. Zhu Feng couldn't help frowning: "Today, haven't you been awake?"

He Yi said: "No."

"What medicine did you take?"

"Weichen and the military doctor both prescribed the medicine, and also suffered from it, but Daochang was unconscious and couldn't get the medicine."

Zhu Feng covered his mouth, coughed twice, and then sat down slowly with the edge of the bed.

Nan Yan handed the umbrella to the attendants outside and followed along. The three stood around and looked at the old uncle and the emperor. Originally thought the emperor was here to take a look at the situation of the old uncle, but he sat motionless. , Did not speak, and did not order anything. After a cup of tea, He Yi faintly felt that something was wrong.

He thought for a while, and said softly: "The emperor, there are Weichen and Mrs. Chen guarding here, the emperor doesn't have to worry. The emperor has been sick during the day. The dragon's body is important. The emperor should go back and rest."

Chen Zixiao also said: "Yes, please take care of the dragon body."

Zhu Feng still sat still, and said after a while: "Go down, I will be here to guard my uncle tonight."

Upon hearing this, both of them were surprised.

He Yi hurriedly said: "The emperor, this is not appropriate."

Chen Zixiao also said: "Yes, the emperor, the emperor has been sick during the day. If he stays up here at night, how can the dragon body stand it. The emperor must not do this, and his father can't stand it either."

The implication is that letting the emperor personally watch the night will give the old country uncle his life.

Zhu Feng looked up at them.

Calmly said: "I am the emperor of the true dragon, and evil spirits cannot invade. If I am here, I will protect him, so don't worry."

His words directly said Chen Zixiao's words to death.

He Yi wanted to say something, Nan Yan quietly said, "The two adults don't persuade me anymore. Although my uncle has been a monk for so many years, he is still considered to be the emperor’s elder, and this time he helped the emperor die. In White Tiger City, the emperor guarded him all night, which is considered to be dedicated."

He Yi said: "The empress——"

Nan Yan went on to say: "If you are worried about the emperor's dragon body, this palace will accompany the emperor tonight. If anything happens, this palace will naturally take care of it."

When she spoke, the two of them really had nothing to say.

Nan Yan went on to say: "Well, Master Chen has been fighting **** nights and another day, so he should go to rest. Master Heyi is also tired. You all go down first. If anything happens, this palace will let people go. Call you."

Two of them couldn't, so they had to leave.

Zhu Feng was still sitting on the bed and said with a smile.

Nan Yan said: "How can the emperor understand the art of war but not this? This is called Yirou overcomes the gang."

As she spoke, she walked behind him and put her hand on Zhu Feng's shoulder.

Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and patted the back of her hand, and said: "But it's going to be hard for you. I have taken care of me all day during the day, and I will stay up with me tonight."

Nan Yan gave him a push.

"The emperor still told his concubine about this?"

After that, she probably also felt that doing this in front of a comatose patient was a bit flirting, and it was too unstable, so she immediately coughed and scowled, then looked at the expression of the old uncle. He whispered, "What should I do if my uncle can't wake up all the time?"

Zhu Feng also glanced down.

He looked solemn and did not speak.

The night is always long.

Such a long night, every moment will be infinitely prolonged, making it even more difficult to endure. Nan Yan stayed in the middle of the night, and she couldn't hold herself sitting in the chair beside her, and her head was dozing off little by little. Zhu Feng looked at her like this, but also distressed, so he got up and went to support her shoulders, planning to let her Go back and sleep for a while.

But as soon as he was about to speak, he heard a deep breath from the quiet bed behind him.

Zhu Feng turned around immediately.

I was in a coma for a day and a night. The unconscious old country uncle frowned at this time, and his dry and cracked pale lips were slightly closed, as if he was gasping for breath, and as if he wanted to say something, but his weak body supported it. He couldn't help making any noises.

Zhu Feng hurried over and said softly: "Uncle?"

In the closed eyes of the old uncle, the eyes seemed to move, and his lips kept shaking. Zhu Feng felt what he had said, and hurriedly moved his ears closer: "What are you going to say?"

"Don't blame me,"

A weak voice came into his ears.

The old uncle said: "Don't blame me."