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

Nan Yan hurriedly protected him with both hands, and said eagerly: "The emperor, how are you?"

Zhu Feng was sweating profusely. He looked up at her panting, but his eyes were still distracted. It looked like he had just been picked up from the water, embarrassed, and said: "What? I, what happened to me?"

Nan Yan hurriedly helped him sit back again, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head carefully, and said softly: "The emperor passed out last night and only woke up until now. It has been almost a day."

"what?"

Zhu Feng was still panting: "Is it a day?"

Nan Yan nodded softly.

Zhu Feng looked at her, then looked down at himself, as if he had just recovered, but the whole person was still a little confused. After a while, he seemed to remember what happened before he was unconscious. He couldn't help but groan. With a sound, he stretched out his hand to support his head.

Nan Yan hurriedly said, "How about the emperor? Do you want to call Heyi over?"

Zhu Feng frowned, gritted his teeth against the severe headache, and said: "Crane?"

South Yandao: "Today, my concubine has let Chen Zixiao help the spirit to return to Han Dongwei first, only let Fang Buyuan lead someone to stay to protect the emperor. But He Yi, he saw that the emperor’s situation was wrong yesterday, and originally wanted to do it for the emperor. Needle, but my concubine thought--Xue Yun had already detoxified the emperor before, and it should be fine, so he didn't let him do it."

After speaking, she asked carefully: "How is the emperor now? Do you want him to come and see?"

Zhu Feng didn't answer her right away, but clenched his teeth and seemed to hold on for a long time.

After a while, he took a long breath and said, "No, I'm fine."

Although he said so, his face was not good. When Nan Yan was holding him, he could even feel a little chill on his body and trembling unconsciously. Nan Yan thought for a while, and said softly: "The concubine asked them to cook the porridge, do you want to send it to the emperor to eat a little. They didn't eat much before, so after counting, the emperor hasn't eaten for two days."

Zhu Feng seemed to have no appetite, but he nodded after thinking about it.

So Nan Yan immediately ordered to go down.

After the words went out for a while, I heard Xiao Shunzi's voice coming from outside the account: "The emperor, Master Heyi, please."

Nan Yan knew that he must have been waiting for the emperor's situation. He turned his head and looked at it. Zhu Feng motioned to her to put clothes on herself, then sat on the bedside to support him, and then said, "Let him come in."

As soon as the voice fell, He Yi lifted the tent and walked in.

He knelt in front of the bed and whispered, "Weichen Heyi pays homage to the emperor. I wonder how the emperor's dragon is?"

Zhu Feng's face was still pale, because he hadn't eaten anything. After waking up, he became weaker. With his bloodless lips shaking, he said softly, "I'm fine, but you-you worked hard."

He Yi lowered his head and said, "The emperor is fine, and the minister is relieved."

After he finished speaking, he was actually bold enough and carefully raised his eyes and glanced at Zhu Feng.

And Zhu Feng, with red eyes and blue-grey eyes, also stared at him solemnly.

The two people looked at each other, He Yi suddenly felt a bit of chill, and even the always calm he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly lowered his head again.

Nan Yan watched from the side and said softly: "The emperor, it is better to rest for a while and let Master He Yi retreat first."

Zhu Feng silently raised his hand and motioned her not to speak.

Nan Yan could only shut his mouth, and saw Zhu Feng coughed twice, then looked at Heyi and said slowly: "Speaking of which, you have come to me and have a fight with me. It has been more than ten years."

He Yi lowered his head: "Fifteen years."

Zhu Feng smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's been fifteen years."

"..."

"I remember that at that time, I was still the King of Yan in Peking, and it was also the hardest time. I was able to face the Lai Kingdom in the north with ease, and their blades never hurt me; but at that time , Even a few words floating from the south can expose me."

Nan Yan was listening, her brows wrinkled.

At that time, she was naturally not by Zhu Feng’s side, but she still knew very well in her heart that it was the former prince’s death fifteen years ago. After several hesitations, Emperor Gao finally decided to make Zhu Chengjin the emperor’s grandson and teach He dealt with government affairs, and blocked all his sons from the scope of succession to the throne.

For Zhu Feng, it is indeed a very painful thing.

Zhu Feng continued: "And you, came by my side at that time. You said that you are a disciple of Zhang Zhenren. After being expelled from the teacher's gate, you had been to the capital and served Emperor Gao for a period of time. Emperor Gao still wanted I asked you to assist his grandson, but you were unwilling, and then left the capital to travel around, and finally came to my side—"

He Yi said: "Yes."

Zhu Feng looked at him, although his breath was weak and his eyes were not sharp, as long as he looked at a person like this, it was enough to suffocate the person.

He Yi knelt down on the ground, his figure seemed to shrink a little.

Zhu Feng said: "But, why on earth did you come to me?"

"..."

"After you came, why did you tell me that you can give me a white hat. Is this your purpose of coming to me in the first place, or—"

At this point in his words, Nan Yan's brows were twisted, and a moment of suffocating pressure appeared in the quiet tent. Immediately, he heard that He Yi interrupted the emperor's words. He said in a deep voice: "Weichen has only assisted the emperor in dealing with the affairs of the emperor, making achievements for thousands of years, and establishing peace forever. ."

Zhu Feng seemed to be pierced by something.

Muttered: "Creating the achievements of thousands of years, opening the peace of all ages..."

"Yes!"

He Yi said in a deep voice, "Besides, Weichen doesn't do what he wants--no more what he wants."

Nan Yan frowned and looked at him.

She had already heard some clues from the conversation between the two people, and she did not expect that He Yi was so courageous that she would even dare to interrupt the emperor.

Don't do what he wants...don't do what he wants.

But Zhu Feng was not angry either.

He just looked at Heyi quietly, and his weak breath seemed to be weak and helpless.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Creating the achievements of the past and opening the peace of all ages..."

"..."

"That's right, well said."

After speaking, he took a few breaths, and then said: "Okay, you can withdraw."

I don't know why, He Yi has "offended" him more than once in the past, and even when he was kicked out of the cabinet, he had real power in the middle of the court.

But this time, when he heard the emperor tell him to retreat, Nan Yan heard him breathe a sigh of relief.