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

This day passed peacefully. In the evening, when Zhu Feng was about to go to bed, Ye Xun also came to arrange everything.

He saw that it was Nan Yan's friend, and asked a few words, knowing that Nan Yan was ill, and frowned.

But soon, he still said to Xia Yunting: "At night, unless your Highness calls you, try not to disturb your Highness."

Xia Yunting hurriedly responded: "Yes."

After arranging everything, Ye Xun was about to leave, but he was still a little worried. He looked back and saw that Zhu Feng was already lying on the bed, and Xia Yunting was sitting in the corner he designated. There should be nothing wrong. Close the door and leave.

Soon, there was silence in Wuying Hall.

Xia Yunting was out for a day, but she was not sleepy at all. She only opened her eyes and looked at the person on the bed. From such a distance, she could still see the handsome face behind the curtain, with a high nose and thin lips, which was obviously affectionate. His appearance is so attractive, as if everyone in the world should look at him.

Before, she asked Sinan Yanyan what King Yanyan looked like, why didn't she tell herself that he was such a beautiful man?

Thinking of this, she couldn't hold back, got up and walked over cautiously.

Just when she walked to the bed, she saw Zhu Feng frowned suddenly, with an uncomfortable expression, as if resisting something.

He whispered: "No, don't—"

Xia Yunting was startled and whispered: "Your Highness?"

At this time, Zhu Feng could not hear anything, and he fell into the nightmare that had been entangled with him from childhood to most of the time. The sky was filled with yellow sand, as if to bury his whole person, his chest grew more and more. Shen, even made him unable to breathe.

Sweat, big and big drops dripping from his forehead, his throat seemed to be choked, struggling to let out another low cry: "No!"

He faintly felt that he was in a nightmare, wanted to wake up, wanted the wind that night to blow into his dream, and at this moment, he heard a coquettish sound in his ear, like a clear song 'S shouts--

"Your Highness!"

Is that Sinan Yan?

He thought of that woman, of the breezy feeling when she stayed by his side, as if seeking salvation. He gritted his teeth and finally used his last bit of strength to open his eyes. In the blur, he saw a slender The figure shook before his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed her and yanked her onto the bed.

...

Although there is no need to go to Wuying Hall this night, Nan Yan still can't sleep.

Yun Ting had been there for a whole day, and had not come back in the evening. Obviously, it was His Royal Highness King Yan who kept her by her side for the night.

Thinking of what he had experienced, Nan Yan felt a little fidgety.

It was the first time Yun Ting served people, and he was still serving His Royal Highness Yan Wang who had a violent temperament. I don't know how he would treat her. Could it be a mistake, it would be a disaster?

The injuries from the previous fight with Du Siyao and the others were just skin injuries. After a day’s rest, it was almost healed. Only a little pain in her chest. She clutched her chest and got out of bed, went to the door and looked outside, looking forward to Yun Ting. come back.

It's almost time, why isn't Yun Ting coming back?

What will happen to her?

Just as she became more anxious, she suddenly saw Grandpa Yu walking in with a few eunuchs, and walked straight into her room.

Nan Yan looked at them in surprise: "Duke Yu...what's the matter?"