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

This walk is two full days.

If they went to Makouzi before, they were still close to the hinterland of the grassland, then after galloping lightly for the past two days, they had already penetrated into the hinterland of the grassland. Looking around, there was an endless snow field around them, which made people feel like they were in the middle of nowhere. The illusion of nowhere to escape.

Speaking of which, Nan Yan had also been to a worse environment than this moment, but for some reason, when he saw the scene in front of him, an inexplicable chill arose in his heart.

She subconsciously reached out and pulled the wind cloak on her body.

Just then, there was a dull coughing sound in his ears.

Looking up, it was Zhu Feng who was walking a few steps in front of her. He sat on the back of a horse, his back was slightly arched, one hand was holding the reins, the other was clenched into a fist to cover his mouth, and his shoulders were lightly trembling.

Although the sound of coughing is not loud, Nan Yan is very clear these days that this kind of sound is only released after he has tried his best to restrain himself.

Seeing this situation, Nan Yan immediately said, "Let's rest in place."

It is reasonable to say that in the army, there is no room for a concubine, or in other words, a woman is not allowed to point fingers, but in the past few days, the people who have been with the emperor have long understood that what the concubine said should be half the imperial edict.

So as soon as she opened her mouth, the people around her stopped. Of course, she did not want to rest in place, but was still waiting for the emperor to express his position.

Zhu Feng looked back at Nan Yan, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, obviously he had just coughed, but he was not too angry at Nan Yan's self-assertion, he only frowned, and then said: "Rest in place."

The crowd dismounted immediately.

Since it could be seen that they did not plan to rest for a long time, the soldiers just set up a simple herringbone tent, and only allowed the two of them to go in to rest. Zhu Fengxian went to sit on a felt, and Ying Shao immediately led someone in front of the tent. A bonfire was set up less than two steps away, and another pot holder was set up. Just as he was about to boil water, Nan Yan walked over with a water bag and handed it to him.

Ying Shao said: "Niangniang, this is—"

Nan Yandao: "This is medicine, you warm it up first."

Ying Shao understood immediately, poured out some of the soup medicine in the water bag and put it on the pot rack in the pitch-black small pot. The campfire licked the bottom of the pot. After a while, the soup medicine was bubbling and the air was filled Strong soup flavor.

However, no matter how unpleasant the smell of medicine was, it couldn't compare to Zhu Feng's ugly face.

Aunt Tongyun and the others were standing in front of the bonfire, and from time to time they looked back at the emperor's gloomy face. They didn't dare to take a breath. The medicine finally got hot. Aunt Tongyun carefully took down the pot and sat in the ice and snow again, waiting for The soup was cool enough to be swallowed, and then slowly poured into a bowl.

At this time, Nan Yan came over and picked up the bowl.

Aunt Tongyun said, "The maiden...?"

Nan Yandao: "Bengong is here."

Saying that, she took the bowl and turned towards the tent.

Aunt Tongyun let out a sigh of relief. When she was with the emperor these days, how could she not know about His Majesty's "taboo disease and avoid doctors", when it comes to the body, drinking medicine, even the imperial concubine will be blamed by him, and the people around her are even more secretive, not a word Dare to mention.

Only the imperial concubine dared to pass over with the steaming soup.

Nan Yan walked into the tent, and the smell of the medicine dissipated immediately, lingering in this small herringbone tent, she cleared her throat with a light cough, and was about to persuade this man with a stern face. His Majesty the Emperor asked for medicine, but Zhu Feng coldly reached out and took the bowl over.

Nan Yan was suddenly dumbfounded.

"emperor……?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her coldly: "Why, isn't this medicine for me?"

"No, yes, of course it's for the Emperor. It's just—"

It's just, how could he—

Before the thoughts in his mind were formed, Zhu Feng was already holding a bowl and gulping down the soup.

The hot soup is more bitter and astringent, even someone like him who is used to bitterness can't help frowning, showing an unbearable look, and what's even worse is that his body was originally cold, and he suddenly drank this hot thing. Going down, the hot and cold rushed, and Zhu Feng immediately coughed uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Seeing him coughing, Nan Yan hurriedly reached out and patted his back lightly to give him a good breath.

He couldn't stop coughing, Zhu Feng covered his mouth and turned his face to one side, and handed the bowl to Nan Yan: "Take it."

Nan Yan took the bowl and still looked at him: "Is the emperor okay?"

Zhu Feng didn't say a word, and took several deep breaths in succession, as if he wanted to swallow the cough, but the more he inhaled, the more he coughed. Flushed, he didn't even have time to take out his handkerchief, he covered his mouth with his sleeve, coughed twice, and finally endured the moment.

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan's heart seemed to sink.

How could she not know that when entering such a harsh environment of ice and snow, good people will be frozen to death, not to mention Zhu Feng's body is already - now that he coughs like this, he has endured and endured it himself, and can't bear it at all. will be exposed.

And just now, he was willing to drink the medicine obediently, not because he wanted to drink it.

It's just that he already knew that he couldn't help it.

Nan Yan bit her lower lip and said softly, "Your Majesty—"

Before she could finish her words, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves in the distance. Looking up, it was one of the several scouts sent out before, apparently coming back after hearing some news.

Zhu Feng squeezed his sleeves in his hands, and said solemnly, "Take water to rinse my mouth."

Nan Yan couldn't say anything, so she just nodded to Aunt Tongyun. Aunt Tongyun immediately took a bowl of water that had just boiled, mixed some cold water into it, warmed it up and sent it to Zhu Feng, he immediately raised his head After taking a big gulp, he spit it out on the edge of the tent.

Then, I saw Ying Shao walking over with the scout.

Nan Yan immediately handed the bowl to Aunt Tongyun, and when he looked at Zhu Feng again, he had returned to his normal state, as if the coughing violently just now was just an illusion.

Ying Shao led the scout to Zhu Feng and knelt down before him.

Zhu Feng said directly: "There is no need to be too polite in the army. What did you hear?"

The scout bowed his head and said, "Report to the emperor, at the end, the general will investigate to the northeast sixteen or seven miles away from here, and there are footprints of horseshoes."

"roundabout……?"

Zhu Feng's brows furrowed immediately, he thought for a while, and then asked, "How many people are there?"

The scout said: "The footprints are messy, it's hard to judge, but there are at least two or three hundred people."

A team of at least two or three hundred people, riding horses, detouring in front?

Hearing these words, Munch's pale face and a pair of sick, blood-red eyes appeared in Nan Yan's mind inexplicably. She suddenly felt a chill and looked up at Zhu Feng.

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