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

The night is long.

When Zhu Feng opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

The sun was shining outside, shining in through the windows, illuminating the entire Wuying Hall. It seems that I got up late today.

However, it was also because I slept very well last night.

It is rare for him to have such a long and peaceful sleep. Although he also had a dream, it is not a nightmare after all. The absence of suffocating scenes has made him very relaxed.

It’s just, what dream did you dream of--

He was still in a daze for a while and couldn't remember. When he turned over and sat up, he saw a familiar figure curled up beside the bed.

It was Sinan Yan who was sitting on the side of the bed holding his knees.

I don't know how she spent the night. Her face was pale, her lips were dry, and there was a lot of haze under her eyes. Just looking at this appearance, it was naturally a little pitiful, but when she saw her and thought of what she said to herself last night, Zhu Feng's eyes fell into a frost.

He stood up and hit her shoulder with a kick: "Get up."

Nan Yan was dizzy and fell to the ground when he kicked him. He couldn't recover his senses, and only opened his eyes blankly: "Huh?"

Zhu Feng looked at her condescendingly: "Can't get up yet? How long do you want to sleep next to the king's bed?"

His cold eyes and cold words were like a bucket of cold water, and suddenly awakened Nanyan, who was still somewhat chaotic, and she hurriedly got up: "Your Highness."

Zhu Feng said coldly: "This king asked you to come by, but he didn't come to sleep."

His words evoked memories of last night again. Nan Yan was so ashamed that he couldn't say anything, so he blushed, turned around and took his clothes from the hanger, and came over to put it on him.

The clothes were put on, but as soon as he got the belt, Nan Yan frowned.

I also put clothes on him before. After two or three times, he was very proficient, but today the belt of this dress is very special. In addition to an extra wide belt, it needs to be tied with a thinner belt. You need two hands to wrap around his waist, loop the waist rope back and cross it, and then pull it to the front to fasten it.

This job was not difficult at first, especially Zhu Feng's figure is tall, but his waist is extraordinarily thin. It is a very easy task to tie his belt.

But I don’t know why, Nan Yan’s hands were completely unwilling to do so today. When the waist rope was wrapped around her back to cross her, she took the wrong way several times. She could only keep holding her hands behind him with her hands—like this. , As if holding his waist.

Nan Yan only felt the cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, Zhu Feng didn't look at her. There was no expression on that handsome face, only looking forward coldly.

If he takes another look at this time, Nan Yan is afraid that he will really find a way to get in.

Just as she was sweating profusely, she finally pulled the two ends of the waist rope, and suddenly, Zhu Feng’s cold voice came over her head——

"You, are you really not?"

"..."

This sentence made her startled slightly, but she immediately understood the meaning of his words, and her face was flushed immediately. She gritted her teeth and pulled the waist rope back and fastened it, then lowered her head and said: "The prince, the slave servant will go now. Pass the meal."

After speaking, he hurried out.

Zhu Feng looked at her as if she was running away, and did not speak. However, as soon as Nan Yan opened the door to prepare, he stood alone outside the door and was reaching out to open the door.

When the two people met each other, they were both stunned.

In the sun, the woman immediately said: "Who are you?"