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

Qiaoyun said: "That woman was named Sinanyan. I heard that the day Jinling City was broken, there was a fire in the palace and the prince saved her life."

Wu Wan's face became colder: "She is too—"

"Oh, I haven't heard of this." Qiao Yun said: "She just watched the prince a few nights, but nothing happened. It seems to be safe."

Wu Wan sneered, and said: "She had better be peaceful."

"..."

"If not, this lady will clean up with her!"

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After finally comforting the restless Xia Yunting, Nan Yan returned to Ye Ting with exhaustion. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ran Xiaoyu sitting at the table, turning his head to look at her.

Nan Yan was taken aback: "You, why are you—"

Ran Xiaoyu said lightly: "Suddenly a group of people came to Yeting. Both of our rooms have vacant beds, but I don't want to live with strangers, so I moved to you."

"..."

"You can't help it if you dislike me."

Nan Yan hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, how could I dislike you, Miss Ran."

Hearing this name, Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly and said: "It sounds weird, you call me Xiaoyu."

"..."

In fact, since the last time she spoke to help her, Nan Yan also had a sense of being close to her, but she didn't usually interact with others, so she didn't dare to get too close to her. Hearing her words, Nan Yan was relieved. , Said softly: "Xiaoyu."

Ran Xiaoyu faintly curled the corners of her lips to show that she was smiling, and then got up and went to pack things. Although Nan Yan was very tired, she also came to help at this time.

Ran Xiaoyu said as he cleaned up, "Weird, you are now a celebrity next to His Royal Highness, why do you still live in this place?"

Nan Yan whispered: "What kind of celebrity am I?"

"These days, I see you walking in and out of King Yan every day. What is it that is not a celebrity?"

"You misunderstood, the celebrity in the eyes of His Royal Highness King Yan is not me."

"Oh? Who is that?"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated for a while, remembering the touching face in the Wuying Hall just now, smiled in his heart, and said, "Of course, it is Princess Yan and the ladies. But tomorrow, it will be the empress. We are."

Ran Xiaoyu gave an "Oh" and said, "It's no wonder that so many people came to Yeting today, all of them are arrogant. It turns out that it's them."

"Well, your Royal Highness will be enthroned tomorrow, of course they have to be there."

"Enthroned..."

Ran Xiaoyu murmured and repeated these three words, as if thinking about something. After a while, she suddenly asked: "What kind of person is our new emperor who is about to ascend the throne?"

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"I haven't seen him yet. You follow him every day, what kind of man is he?"

"..."

Nan Yan didn't expect Ran Xiaoyu to ask this, but this question made her mind suddenly lost, and she couldn't help but remember that just a few days ago, in this room, Xia Yunting also asked almost the same question.

At that time, my answer was--

"He is different."

Thinking that he had thought so seriously, Nan Yan only felt a little pain in his chest. Although it was not like before, it still faintly pained.

She smiled and said, "What else? Men, aren't they all the same?"