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

When she looked at Heyi again, her eyes showed a trace of bewilderment, as if she didn’t know what to do. After a while, she slowly turned around and waved her hand. This palace knows, go down."

He Yi said: "Niang Niang."

"Go down,"

Nan Yan's voice was hoarse and full of bitterness, and said in a low voice: "The emperor will not move you anyway. As long as you keep your mouth closed, no one will move you. Nor will it in my palace."

He Yi was silent for a while, and whispered: "Weichen retire."

After saying that he bowed to her, turned and left.

Nan Yan was still looking at the deep night in front of her eyes. The blackness seemed to be endless, and it was even more intangible. The long night in front of her looked deeper than ever, and it was harder to see the way out.

The next morning, Han Dongwei came over and sent a carriage.

Zhu Feng did not refuse. Nan Yan accompanied him in the carriage. The two of them did not talk as usual, but were very quiet. They could only hear the sound of the wheels bumping on the temporarily paved trail. Shaking constantly, as if to shake people apart.

After being quiet for a long time, even Nan Yan felt a little depressed.

She turned to look at Zhu Feng's still bloodless face. Weakness is naturally weak, but his face is so pale, it is more like a layer of frost, the biting chill makes people shudder.

Nan Yan thought for a while and said softly: "After returning to Han Dongwei, the emperor still has to rest more."

Zhu Feng turned his head and glanced at her.

Nan Yan continued: "As for the funeral of the old uncle-his son is still here, he will naturally be handed over to Chen Zixiao. If he can't handle it well, there will also be concubines. The emperor kept him all night. , No matter how filial the younger generation should do, the emperor should not pass."

Her words were a bit tough, and even a bit ruthless if ordinary people listened.

But only the two people in the carriage can understand where her "relentlessness" comes from.

No one can easily forgive the killing of his mother's enemy, even if this person is his own elder, even at the most critical time, he fought a heavy rain for himself that is the key to victory, but grace is kindness, and hatred is revenge.

There was a thorn in Zhu Feng's heart.

As for the emperor's anger, Nan Yan knew the consequences too much. Didn't the **** wind left by the emperor Gao's blood washing the Lan family and other heroes blow on them?

However, the cause and effect of this incident, at least for now, is that it cannot be done for outsiders. If the emperor does anything to Chen Zixiao or the old country uncle who has passed away at this time, then in the eyes of the world, he is killing the hero. In this way, I'm afraid it will be infamous for generations to come.

Therefore, Nan Yan would rather be "relentless" by himself.

Zhu Feng looked at her silently for a while.

Then he said slowly, "Stop thinking about it, I know what to do."

Nan Yan looked at him: "What does the emperor want to do?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, then sighed softly and said, "Go back and talk about it."

After speaking, he closed his eyes a little weary.

Nan Yan naturally didn't dare to disturb him, so he didn't speak again along the way. The carriage walked for two days before returning to Han Dongwei. Nan Yan accompanied him back to the room. Just after sitting down, he saw Zhu Chengjun carefully looking inside the door.

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan was angry and funny, and said, "What are you doing with the door? What is it like!"

Zhu Chengjun just walked in and saluted them.

Zhu Feng said: "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Chengjun said cautiously: "I have come to plead with the emperor."

Zhu Feng said: "What did you do wrong?"

Zhu Chengjun lowered his head and said timidly: "Erchen shouldn't run around. Being caught by the enemy disrupted the battle. It also caused the emperor to go to battle in person and was almost injured. All this is the fault of the son."

Zhu Feng didn't say anything. He just looked at him for a while and suddenly asked, "Are you afraid?"

Zhu Chengjun raised his head and looked at his father. After such a big battle, especially the one who had recovered his life from the enemy camp, he was not scared. There were a few scars on his face, but he appeared A little more calm than before.

There was no fear in those **** eyes, he shook his head firmly.

"Not afraid."

Zhu Feng said: "I almost died, are you not afraid?"

Zhu Chengjun said earnestly: "Erchen feels that this is how wars are, and that the children are not afraid."

Nan Yan hung up the clothes that Zhu Feng had just taken off. Hearing this when he walked back, he couldn't help saying: "You are in a big tone. So many people are busy for you. If you want to be dragged down by you, you are ashamed to say that this is the case in wars. Without your father rushing up, would you survive now?"

Hearing her say this, Zhu Chengjun lowered his head in shame.

But he thought for a while, then raised his head again, and said seriously: "The son is here to thank the father and save the son, but the son is really not afraid. When the son gets older, he will dare to go into battle. Kill the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng and Nan Yan looked at each other.

There was something unspeakable in both people's hearts, and Zhu Feng's originally pale and bloodless face revealed a faint smile of relief.

But he didn't laugh either. He just covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "It's good for you to have such ambitions, but I won't take a second look at people who speak big words. On the battlefield, you have to be capable of that. This time Ajislan was stabbed by you because you are a child and he did not guard you, but you can never grow up."

"I understand!"

Zhu Chengjun rushed and said: "The son will practice martial arts well, and in the future, he will never be ashamed of his father!"

It turned out that he also remembered that when the army came over, he was lying on the ground with his hips pouting and holding his head. It was really embarrassing.

Zhu Feng looked at him for a while, then reached out and rubbed his hair.

He knows that if a child wants to grow up, it is useless to reason with him. He has to experience more things; and to judge whether he has grown up is to see whether he chooses to move forward or retreat to his father after experiencing these things Behind the mother.

Now it seems that this son did not shame him.

Smiled and said: "Okay, go down."

Zhu Chengjun bowed to them, then turned and left. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly remembered something and asked: "Your uncle, grandpa, came back. Didn't you go to the mourning hall to guard him?"

Zhu Chengjun walked to the door, and stopped when he heard this.

He turned his head and said to Zhu Feng in surprise, "Grandpa Uncle is no longer in the Du Wei Mansion."