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

That evening, Nan Yan looked for Zhu Feng in the yard for a while, but no one was seen, not even the two children. Her originally smiling face gradually sank. Later, she heard that the emperor had gone. In the study, his face became a little ugly, and he hurriedly followed.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhu Feng sitting at the table, writing something with a pen.

"emperor!"

Nan Yan squeezed his sleeves and walked over angrily, frowned and said, "Why did the emperor run over again?"

"…"

"Didn't I promise my concubine that I won't worry about taking a good rest these days?"

After Zhu Feng wrote the last word slowly, he raised his head to look at her, and said slowly: "Look at you, as a noble concubine, you are not at all stable, what does it look like with such a hot and red face?"

Seeing that he didn't feel guilty at all, Nan Yan immediately let out a thud.

Although Zhu Feng is the honorary of the Ninety-five, he is still reasonable. Although he often uses his power to oppress people, even if he oppresses people, as long as he is right, he will still look a little bit wrong. Nan Yan only needs to catch him. This, under normal circumstances, can be a big win in the round of bickering.

But this time it's clearly not.

After thinking for a while, she lowered her head to look at what Zhu Feng had written. It turned out that he was not reviewing memorials or writing documents, but practicing calligraphy.

A piece of snow-white rice paper with four characters written on it—

Fairy couple.

Probably because of the injury, his strength is not enough, his pen power is obviously not as strong as before, but the strength is not enough, and the writing is a little more romantic. Book.

Nan Yan looked at it, and immediately made an "Ouch".

And Zhu Feng had already put down his pen, wiped his hands with the handkerchief on the other side, and said, "Oh, what? No one stepped on your tail. I only practiced a few words, and you complained for nothing. Still not feeling well?"

Nan Yan immediately smiled and said, "Your Majesty's writing is really good."

Zhu Feng said: "Bah!"

"What the concubine said is true!"

Nan Yan was also thick-skinned, and walked around the desk to his side to take a closer look, and said with a smile, "Even if you don't say that it was written by the emperor, it would cost ten taels of silver to open it in a calligraphy and painting shop. "

Zhu Feng spat at her again desperately.

Although he can't let go of national affairs, the injury this time is really serious, and he also faintly feels that if he does not take care of himself well, it will leave a big problem to his body - in fact, after the peace talks, another wound ruptured, which is already a very bad situation. Now, in order not to let Nan Yan worry any more, he made up his mind to temporarily put aside what he was doing and take care of himself.

It's just that people are used to being busy, and it's always hard to take time off, and he can't do other things, so he simply went to the study to practice calligraphy.

First, it's not a strenuous activity, and it won't involve wounds; second, practicing calligraphy can help you meditate, and you can move your hands a little bit, so you don't get moldy while sitting.

But who knew that as soon as Nan Yan came over, there would be no good words to open his mouth.

He really wanted to tear her mouth apart.

Nan Yan looked at the character, but the more he liked it, he picked it up and carefully dried the ink stains. After admiring it for a long time, he said with a smile: "However, the emperor only practiced calligraphy, how could he just write these four characters? ?"

Zhu Feng snorted coldly and said, "If I wrote about Guotai and Min'an, you would also ask why I wrote about Guotai and Min'an instead."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "But Guotai Min'an is like what the emperor wrote, but these four characters don't."

Zhu Feng said: "Humph."

He took the piece of paper back from Nanyan's hand, blew it twice and put it back on the table, holding the paperweight to hold the corners, and changing the inscription for the wolf, while writing: "In your eyes, I'm just a forehead. The lawsuit has nothing to do with these romances, does it?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "That's not true, it's just that the emperor is thinking about big things, so how can he care about these small things."

As she spoke, she asked again, "Who does the emperor want to give this word?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her: "What should I do for others?"

Nan Yan's eyes widened: "The emperor doesn't want to keep himself hanging, right? How embarrassing you are at this age!"

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "You want me to tear your mouth apart?"

Nan Yan covered her mouth and laughed. Seeing that Zhu Feng had finished writing, she also leaned over to gently dry the ink stains for him, and then said, "Is this character written by the emperor for a lover?"

Zhu Feng said: "It also depends on whether they have this blessing."

Then he turned to look at her: "what are you doing, your face is red from the sun."

Nan Yan immediately laughed and said, "Tong Yun went to Han Wang's side today to find out what Lu Linchuan said. Guess what the emperor thinks."

Zhu Feng paused for a while, then turned away deliberately, went to the shelf to grab a handful of water to wash his hands, and then said, "I don't care about this."

As he spoke, he walked to the chair and sat down. On the small table next to him, there was tea that Xiao Shunzi had served early. It had cooled down a bit, and the entrance was just right. While drinking tea, he looked up and saw Nan Yan eagerly came over and sat on the other chair, leaning towards him with both hands on the armrest, and said, "Yes, the emperor doesn't care, it's the concubine that must be told to the emperor. of!"

"Humph."

"Do you know, Your Majesty, Tong Yun went over and asked Lu Linchuan what he thought of Ruoshui. He just finished speaking, and Lu Linchuan's face was as red as steamed shrimp."

"Oh?"

Although she said she didn't care, but hearing her say that, Zhu Feng's expression was still vivid, and he turned to look at him: "Is he blushing?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Tong Yun said, you can tell there is a drama at a glance."

Zhu Feng said: "Then what did he say?"

Nan Yan said: "Although his face was red, he was speechless for a long time, and finally said, Ruo Shui is afraid that he hates him very much, and he doesn't want to make people hate him."

When Zhu Feng heard this, he frowned: "Ruoshui hates him? How do you say that?"

Nan Yan said: "Yeah, Tong Yun also asked him, the emperor, guess what he said."

Zhu Feng said: "How do you say?"

Nan Yandao: "He said that Ruo Shui has never been good to him. He sent snacks that day and greeted them with a smile. Only when they were given to him, they were thrown to him. How could he not know Ruo Shui's thoughts? I'm afraid it's already been on Wei Xiaohou or Young Master Wen."

Zhu Feng was also stunned when he heard it.

"real?"

Nan Yan rolled his eyes in anger: "What's the matter with you men?"

"…"

"If Ruo Shui's heart really belongs to Lord Wei or Young Master Wen, can you still make a special box of snacks for him?"

Zhu Feng immediately came back to his senses: "That's right."

Nan Yan snorted: "It's clear that he is stupid, can't see people's hearts clearly, and falsely blames others. Hmph, if you want me to say, Ruo Shui really shouldn't give him a good face!"

Zhu Feng was also angry when he heard it: "Who has the free time to see your faces every day. If you really have the heart, you should say it clearly. You have to guess all day long, who can guess?"