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

He yelled all the way and ran out, Nan Yan felt embarrassed, and Mrs. Jiahe Shao couldn't help laughing.

However, since that Young Master Jian was coming, Nan Yan naturally couldn't stay in bed, so he immediately prepared to get up, and Mrs. Jiahe Shao also came to support her. With this movement, I felt that my chest really didn't hurt so much.

This young lady is not only beautiful and gentle, but also good at medical skills.

Nan Yan was about to say thanks, and Mrs. Jiahe Shao said again: "That's right—I don't know what the girl is called yet."

"My name is Sinanyan, and the young lady can call me Nanyan."

"Nan Yan," said Mrs. Jiahe Shao: "The distinguished guest brought you in just now and said that you were weak due to the wind and cold, but I took a look, you are not suffering from the cold, you are injured."

Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment.

Oh, I forgot this one.

If King Yan knows that she has suffered a skin trauma, let him know that they are fighting in Yeting, I'm afraid he will suffer.

Mrs. Jiahe Shao went on to say: "I think your caliber is wrong, and I am worried that you have something to hide, so I didn't tell the truth to the distinguished guest."

When Nan Yan heard it, he immediately said gratefully, "Thank you, Madam."

Jiahe smiled and said, "Ms. Nanyan, you look young, less than twenty?"

"Twenty this year."

"Being alone in the palace, take good care of yourself."

"..."

"You hurt yourself so much. If your parents know about it, they will feel distressed."

Her gentle words were like a gentle hand, gently brushing the wounds in people's hearts. Nan Yan's eyes became hot, and she couldn't stop a moment of sorrow, and then softly said, "Thank you, Madam."

Jiahe patted her gently on the shoulder.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the young man in Tsing Yi who had just met her at the door walked in: "Sister-in-law."

Nan Yan hurriedly stopped her emotions and sniffed, and Mrs. Jiahe Shao also smiled and said: "Ruo Cheng, you are here. Nan Yan wants to return to the distinguished guest."

Nan Yan got up and bowed to Jian Ruocheng, the second son of Jian Mansion.

"Young Master Jane."

Jian Ruocheng also saluted her, and when he raised his hand, a faint fragrance of ink faintly spread from the long sleeves of the thin shirt, which made people very comfortable.

He said: "Girl, your health is not good, you should rest more."

Nan Yan whispered: "I have rested well, the medicine of the young lady is very effective. But the prince must be served by his side, I am afraid--"

Jian Ruocheng glanced at her and said softly: "Are you afraid of being punished?"

Nan Yan was a little embarrassed. Although her feelings towards Zhu Feng and that of His Royal Highness Yan Wang were different from the past, after all, she was still a servant by his side, so she couldn't speak ill of him in front of others, right?

At this moment, Mrs. Jiahe Shao, who was standing by, smiled and said: "Uncle, what Nanyan girl can't say, don't force people to say it. Since she is the person next to the guest, she should naturally go back to the guest. ."

Jian Ruocheng heard his sister-in-law's words, and realized that what he said was wrong just now, and said, "It's me who is not good. Nanyan girl come with me."

Nan Yan nodded, turned around and bowed to Madam Jiahe Young in gratitude, and followed Jian Ruocheng out of the room.

Outside is an elegant small yard with many bamboos. Jian Ruocheng walks in front of her in a long gown to guide her, which is quite gentle like a bamboo.

After a while, they crossed the courtyard and walked to the front lobby.

As soon as I approached, I heard a strong voice saying: "His Royal Highness used force to take the country of his nephews and nephews by force. Do you still hope that the old man can say something to praise?"