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

There was a big battle just now. Although it was not a life-and-death battle, the soldiers in the camp were still somewhat injured. They were all concentrated at the back of the barracks for rest and treatment. Therefore, there was no exercise today. The whole camp was so quiet that only huge raindrops remained. The sound of clattering to the ground.

There was also the sound of Nan Yan's heavy footsteps.

When she stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, the rainwater wrapped around her sleeves was even lifted into the tent, so shocked that the people inside almost jumped up.

Looking back, he immediately came over carefully with a white face to greet him.

It's Xiao Shunzi.

He was standing by the bed just now with a worried look on his face. He obviously knew that it was impossible for anyone outside to stop the imperial concubine, so he was so obedient that he didn't dare to say a word, and Nan Yan didn't even look at it. Glancing at him, he looked directly at the bed beside the tent.

Zhu Feng was lying on the bed.

He was shirtless and only covered with a thin blanket, but he could clearly see the gauze wrapped around his shoulders, and he was injured.

There was also a strong smell of blood in the air.

According to the time when Zhu Chengjun and the others came back, Zhu Feng should have arrived at the camp early, and the wound should have been treated at the first time. Now, he can still smell the blood.

Nan Yan immediately walked over and stopped by the bed. The tent was large enough, apparently specially prepared for His Majesty the Emperor to rest. However, now that the raindrops fell on the tent and slapped, it seemed extremely noisy inside, but even so noisy, and Nan Yan had already walked to the bedside, Zhu Feng had not woken up.

His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. He had obviously lost too much blood and was still in a coma.

Nan Yan said in a deep voice, "Where is the emperor injured?"

Xiao Shunzi followed behind her and said softly, "My heart."

"what?"

When Nan Yan heard this, her brows immediately twitched, her breathing was a little chaotic: "Does it hurt, is it serious?"

Xiao Shunzi hurriedly said, "Miss, don't worry, the wound is not deep."

"Not deep? Not deep. Why hasn't the emperor woke up yet? Besides, this palace can still smell such a strong **** smell?"

"…"

Xiao Shunzi grimaced and remained silent for a while before saying softly, "Originally, the injury this time was not serious, but—but, the old injury on the emperor's body was pulled out."

"Old wounds?"

When Nan Yan heard this, her heart sank.

The old wound in Zhu Feng's heart is nothing else. It was at the wedding banquet between Li Bushang and Xie Jiaojiao, which was left by the almost fatal blow of Li Guo's killer Xie Shi to Zhu Feng. After that, Zhu Feng was in a coma for several months. , almost hovering on the line of life and death, and finally woke up, facing the pressure of the army of the country, and the soldiers approached the city of Beiping, Zhu Feng disregarded his own safety, forcibly pulled the divine arm bow to repel Munch, but his place Severely wounded and torn apart.

After that, it became a dark spot on him.

Over the years, although there is no obvious injury, his body will be affected every time it is cold and freezing. Even because of the influence of that old injury, Nan Yan understands that Zhu Feng's body is not as good as before. .

Unexpectedly, this time again-

She gritted her teeth and asked, "How did it hurt?"

Xiao Shunzi said softly, "It's Li, it's Li Wushang."

"…"

Hearing these three words, Nan Yan's complexion sank.

At the same time, a dull thunder sounded from the ceiling, as if it would shake the whole earth apart. The atmosphere in the tent was even more depressing. Xiao Shunzi was even a little breathless, but he did not dare to do more. Say something, just keep your head down.

After a long time, I heard the noble concubine say coldly: "Okay, you go out."

"…"

"No one is allowed to approach here without the permission of this palace."

Xiao Shunzi did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly exited the tent after responding.

Nan Yan stood by the bed and watched him quietly for a long time before slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out and stroking his cheek.

Cool.

She didn't speak, her eyes were momentarily angry, momentarily distressed, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, like the dense raindrops outside, pounding on the tent continuously, but there was a strange quietness inside the tent, this feeling Has been shrouded around.

It is a rare tranquility.

However, Zhu Feng couldn't feel anything. He lost all five senses. He was only immersed in a thick darkness. He couldn't hear or see anything. The darkness seemed to surround him. Even if he was invincible and invincible all his life, there was no way he could escape such a siege.

He fell asleep so quietly.

I don't know how long it took before he felt a warm and gentle hand gently caressing his cheek, even if it was just a little touch, he could feel that hand from the warm temperature of pity.

Only this pity suddenly pulled his consciousness out of the darkness.

Immediately, he heard the sound of rain around him. It was the sound of dense raindrops falling on the tent, crackling like drums on the battlefield. The rapid sound made him frown.

Immediately, he heard a soft but eager voice in his ear: "Your Majesty...?"

This time, he was completely awake.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pale face full of tiredness, almost in front of him, those bloodshot red eyes staring at him like nails, as if he was afraid In the blink of an eye, he will disappear.

It's Nanyan...

As soon as he saw this familiar face, a faint smile appeared on Zhu Feng's face.

"you-"

He opened his mouth, but his dry throat felt like a knife had been slashed, and all he spit out were hoarse words, and he immediately coughed in pain.

Nan Yan hurriedly brought the tea cup over, without helping him, she dipped a spoon in some water and put it on his lips, Zhu Feng licked it, and stared at the cup in her hand, Nan Yan said solemnly: " The emperor has lost too much blood and cannot drink too much water."

"…"

Hearing this sentence, Zhu Feng seemed to come back to his senses.

Excessive bleeding…?

By the way, I took my team to the granary in Doubei Town. As expected, Li Wushang was also there. Although he was calculated, when he confronted him—

Suddenly, Zhu Feng's breath choked.

He subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at it, only to see half of his chest exposed from the thin quilt, wrapped in a thick gauze, and even a light color of blood appeared on it, and his complexion immediately changed.

At this time, I heard Nan Yan's cold voice ringing in my ears—

"Has the emperor not figured out how to perfunctory concubine?"

"…"

"It doesn't matter, the concubine is here, the emperor thinks slowly. When did you think of it, when will the concubine ask again."