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

And this time, Nan Yan also saw the Yan Wang Mansion clearly.

It does not have the majesty of Jinling Imperial Palace, nor is it as luxurious and splendid as Yongzhou Jing Palace. The palace in this bitter cold land looks very simple, with gray walls and black tiles, plus white snow, and even the colors are so simple.

However, Nan Yan felt that this palace was more suitable for Zhu Feng than the palace in Jinling.

Because, that kind of heavy, firm, as if no one can destroy the feeling, is the feeling that Zhu Feng gives to others!

Only a person like him can resist the invasion of Lai and protect the people of Yan from such a bitter cold place.

Nan Yan whispered: "It's so beautiful here."

Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her, pursed her mouth, and said nothing.

In fact, no one would think that this simple palace was "beautiful" after seeing the palace in Jinling, but Sinanyan's praise came from the heart.

What is this? Love House and Wu?

Or, lover and house?

The two walked for a while, chatting casually, Nan Yan suddenly mentioned the dream of last night and said: "It scared me to death. I dreamed that my hair was all lost. Am I going to lose my hair?"

Ran Xiaoyu thought for a while, and said, "But I heard that I dreamed of losing hair, which is a bad sign."

"Oh? What's the sign?"

"I heard that it's going to make money."

"what?"

When Nan Yan heard it, she immediately reached out her hand and tightly held her purse.

After strolling for a while, I gradually felt a little bit cold. Although Nan Yan wanted to continue shopping, Ran Xiaoyu insisted on pulling her back.

As soon as I entered the room, I felt a sense of oppression in the golden room.

Zhu Feng sat inside with a calm face.

As soon as they saw him, both of them stepped forward and saluted: "The emperor."

Zhu Feng stared at her: "Where did you go?"

"The servant girl, the servant girl is a little bored in the house, so let Xiaoyu take the servant girl out for a walk."

"Go for a walk?"

Zhu Feng let out a sigh: "It's been so long!"

Nan Yan couldn't help muttering in his heart--it didn't take long.

Of course I dare not say this.

As soon as Zhu Feng became angry, who would dare to face him head-on?

The room was silent for a while, and Zhu Fengcai said to Ran Xiaoyu: "Ran Xiaoyu, you go down first."

"Yes."

Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly bowed, and left this "place of right and wrong" without looking back.

Nan Yan was crying in her heart, and she felt Zhu Feng stretched out her hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to her side: "Is it better?"

Nan Yan hurriedly said, "The servant girl is much better."

Zhu Feng looked at her up and down again, and indeed, her spirit was much better.

One morning, when dealing with the zhezi sent from Jinling, I kept thinking about this, and now I finally put down a snack.

He let go of her hand and sat back at the table.

Then, he coughed lightly and said, "Go, bring me a cup of tea-it should be warm, not hot."

"..."

For some reason, Nan Yan felt that he was deliberate.

Come here alone, without even Xiao Shunzi by his side.

Moreover, knowing that he was injured or injured, he still wants to pour tea...

I was a bit wronged, but the emperor’s order was the emperor’s order. She could only walk over obediently, and was about to pick up the teapot to pour tea. At this moment, Ye Wei walked in from outside and said, "The emperor, you are here, Wei The minister has news-hey?"

When he saw that Nan Yanyong was injured and his gauze-wrapped hand was awkwardly pouring tea, he was shocked: "Hey, aren't you injured?"

"..."

"Don't move, let me come!"

After speaking, I have to rush over to take the teapot and cups.

At this moment, Zhu Fenghan, who was sitting aside, said in a voice: "Ye Yu!"