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

Zhu Feng stood in front of this stone monument, his face was as pale as the mist lingering around him, his face was solemn but he could not see joy or sorrow. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Heart Ping, Yong Ping, come and worship."

When she saw the other steles, Concubine Yi might have asked, but when she saw this wordless stele, Concubine Yi didn't ask any further questions.

At this time, no matter how dull he is, he understands that the person represented by this wordless monument is extraordinary to the emperor.

Just look at Zhu Feng's expression at the moment to understand.

So, she carefully pushed Yongping over and said, "Listen to the words of the emperor."

Yongping blinked his big eyes, walked forward obediently, and slowly knelt down before the clean bluestone slab with his little hands.

On the contrary, Xinping didn't kneel down immediately after stepping forward, but looked at the wordless monument with wide eyes, turned to Zhu Feng and asked, "Father, who does this monument belong to?"

Nan Yan immediately whispered: "Peace your heart, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhu Feng was not angry at all, but was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "It's an elder."

Xinping blinked and wanted to ask who the elder was, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Shang Nanyan's solemn expression, frowned at her and shook his head, indicating that she was not allowed to ask any more. Xinping just pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Zhu Feng probably also felt something, he thought about it, and then said, "You don't need to know who she is."

"…"

"You just need to worship her and have a little gratitude for her in your heart."

Nan Yan and Concubine Yi looked at each other, their breathing became more careful, and the two princesses also obediently knelt in front of the stone monument at this time, bowed respectfully three times, and put on incense.

After all this is done, it is time to prepare to go back.

But Zhu Feng said: "You guys go back first, I still want to stay here for a while."

Nan Yandao: "Is the emperor alone?"

She originally wanted to say that she would also stay with him, but she hesitated when she looked at Concubine Yi next to her. If there were only her and Zhu Feng here, it wouldn't hurt to say it, but if she stayed, Concubine Yi would go back alone, it would seem to be ostracizing her.

Besides, looking at Zhu Feng's solemn expression at this moment, it seems that he doesn't want anyone to disturb him.

Sure enough, Zhu Feng said: "Well. You, Concubine Yi, and two other girls will go back first. I'll have someone wait for me at the foot of the mountain later."

Nan Yan nodded.

Zhu Feng said again: "Let someone bring that thing over."

Nan Yan hurriedly turned around and gave an order, and Delu, who followed behind, immediately brought up the box he was holding in his arms.

It is the relic left by the imperial concubine Xinqing before her death.

She named the name to the imperial concubine, and asked her to protect the box and the emperor well, so Nan Yan kept this thing for so many years. Although she knew that Zhu Feng had a way to open it, Zhu Feng never did so. , she never urged.

She understood that Zhu Feng was waiting for an opportunity, or in other words, waiting for a while to give an account of her memory.

So this time on the southern tour, before departure, Zhu Feng suddenly ordered her to bring this thing, and Nan Yan immediately understood that he wanted to open the box.

And, in this place.

Nan Yan took the box from Delu's hand, carefully placed it in front of the wordless monument, looked back at Zhu Feng, thought about it, and said softly, "The mountain is dewy, the emperor has to come back sooner. , don't catch a cold."

Zhu Feng smiled a little: "Go back."

Nan Yan took Yi Fei and the two princesses to salute him, and then left with the others.

As soon as they left, the originally quiet top of the mountain was so silent that even the sound of the wind could not be heard, and even the water mist that had risen from the lake surface condensed at this moment, only surrounding Zhu Feng.

He walked slowly to the wordless monument and sat down.

The dew condensed on the tip of the grass quickly moistened the corners of his clothes, and a chill came, and his face paled a bit, but he didn't mean to resist, just quietly looked at the new piece of clothing. Yes, the stele face without a single word.

"The previous monument, I have already made people sink into the lake,"

He spoke suddenly, as if speaking to a person in front of him, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I think you don't want others to know that you are actually here."

"I remember everything from the past."

"Including, when you die."

"But, do you want to understand? Do you know that you were actually deceived?"

"The so-called going to mother and keeping children is just a high-sounding excuse to let you kill yourself. Even without me, he won't let you—"

Speaking of this, a burst of heat rushed into his eyes, Zhu Feng's voice was suddenly so hoarse that he could not speak, he lowered his head, and swallowed the burst of grief.

After a long time, he had red eyes, looked up at the lonely wordless monument, and smiled.

"Do you regret it?"

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"elder sister,"

A group of people stood on the bamboo raft, Xinping and Yongping lay on the side of the bamboo raft and stared at the little fish in the clear lake. The two little girls whispered in whispers, while Nanyan sat quietly. , frowned slightly, as if she was thinking, but her thinking was interrupted by Yi Fei's careful opening, she immediately raised her head: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Concubine Yi glanced back at the mountain top behind her that had been shrouded in mist, and said softly, "Who is that wordless monument?"

Nan Yan looked at her and did not speak.

Because the emperor was not around, Concubine Yi became a little more courageous. She pressed Nan Yan's ear and said softly: "Is it, is it the emperor's—"

Before the last two words were spoken, Nan Yan squeezed her hand.

She squeezed a little hard, and cut off what Concubine Yi had before she could say it. Concubine Yi looked at her in surprise.

Nan Yan said sternly: "No matter who it is, since the emperor has erected a wordless monument, he doesn't want people to know it. In that case, why does my sister ask any more questions? Some people and things are the same as the words on the wordless monument. , that's right to erase."

Yi Fei felt relieved immediately.

She nodded lightly: "I understand."

The distance between the two small islands was not long, and the bamboo raft stopped at the foot of the Huanglingguan Mountain in a short time. Nan Yan instructed them to return immediately, but not to disturb Zhu Feng by going up the mountain. Fate, paddled the bamboo raft back again.

Nan Yan led Concubine Yi up the mountain, and after a while, she returned to the Imperial Mausoleum View.

They went in through the back door, and they didn't bump into anyone on the way. The group had just walked to the door of the small courtyard when they saw Master Shangshan coming from the opposite side, and said to them, "Your Majesty, the Concubine Yi, the two of you. Your little highness, the poor road has bowed his head."