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

Nan Yan's footsteps stopped, and he turned back stiffly.

I saw Zhu Feng sitting on the edge of the bed, with both hands on his knees, clasped under his chin. Although his posture was idle, but I don’t know why, probably because there is always a stubborn aura on his body. Like a tiger ready to go.

Nan Yan's voice was a little hoarse: "His Royal Highness...what's your order?"

"This king wants you to come over."

"..."

Nan Yan's two legs trembled slightly, and it seemed as heavy as lead was poured at this time. Of course, she knew that King Yan's order was irresistible, and she had seen with her own eyes what the end of those who resisted him.

but--

She grinned reluctantly, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid are here to go to the night-they should sit there."

Zhu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't let this king say it a third time."

"..."

Nan Yan stood there in a dilemma. At this moment, she already knew what King Yan meant, but she couldn't.

If she did that tonight, what is the difference between what she and Du Siyao said?

Even though everyone thinks that the daughter of the concubine is lowly and not a good thing, but she knows that she is not.

She can't do that.

Even if--even if the other party is him...

However, just when she hesitated for a while, Zhu Fenghu stood up and strode towards her.

Nan Yan opened his eyes wide in fright, and watched him getting closer and closer. It felt like he was holding a long sword against him last night, even though he didn't have any weapons in his hands at this time. , But he himself is a sharp sword out of its sheath.

She took a step back subconsciously.

But this was nothing at all. In the blink of an eye, Zhu Feng had already walked up to her and hugged her up.

"what--!"

Nan Yan exclaimed in shock, only to feel that the sky was spinning in front of her, and Zhu Feng hugged her as easily as a little rabbit in his hand, and walked back to the bed a few steps.

As soon as he put her down, Nan Yan immediately turned around and started running. Zhu Feng grabbed her wrist and pulled hard. Nan Yan's legs were stiff, and at this time, she fell onto the bed.

"No, no!"

Nan Yan yelled in panic. When she saw her struggling and yelling, Zhu Feng, who had never been resisted like this, was even more angry. He grabbed her wrist and pressed it to the sides of her body, and said angrily: "You dare to violate Against the king?"

"Lord, don't!"

Nan Yan was so frightened that she shed tears, and tremblingly said, "The prince, the servant girl is just coming to the prince to listen to the servants, the servant servants, the servant servants listen to the prince everything, but—"

Zhu Feng's slightly narrowed eyes revealed a dangerous light: "Then you still dare to say?!"

"but--"

Nan Yan cried under him so that the whole person twitched slightly: "However, the slave and maid are not willing to be a fluke."

"..."

"Lord, please forgive me."

"..."

Zhu Feng frowned.

Fortunately...?

These two words made him a little surprised. Looking at this little woman who was pressed under him again, crying in tears besides the panic, he suddenly sneered and let her go.

Nan Yan was a little caught off guard, staring at him with wide eyes trembling.

Zhu Feng lowered his head and said coldly: "This king just asked you to come to the bed for the night, what do you think the king wants to do to you?"