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

"The imperial concubine."

Aunt Tongyun’s voice came from outside the door. Nan Yan sat at the table, folded the paper in her hand and put it away, then walked over to open the door.

Aunt Tongyun stood outside the door and said, "Manny, you really haven't slept yet?"

"Ok."

Nan Yan nodded and said, "Why auntie is here again? Didn't you go down to rest?"

Aunt Tongyun said: "The person who had just patrolled passed by the door and said that he saw the light in the room of the empress and was worried, so he asked the servant to come and have a look."

"Oh, they are careful."

"This time the relocation is a major event. Of course they have to be careful."

As Aunt Tongyun said, she glanced into the room. There was no one in the room. Only a light was on on the table. Obviously, Nan Yan was sitting at the table just now, but there was not even a cup of tea on the table.

Aunt Tongyun said softly, "Didn't the empress have fallen asleep? Why--"

"Oh, I can't sleep, so I get up and sit down."

"Niangniang, you will leave early tomorrow morning. Niangniang shouldn't go to bed too late, otherwise she won't be in good spirits-she will go to the altar for sacrifice tomorrow. Besides, it is the birthday of Her Royal Highness."

"Well, I got it."

Nan Yan nodded calmly and said, "I'll go to bed right away. Auntie, please go down and rest."

"Yes, the slave and maid retire."

Aunt Tongyun turned around and left.

Watching her back slowly disappear into the night, Nan Yan was silent for a while before slowly closing the door.

The heat in the room quickly gathered again, dispelling the cold wind and chill that had flowed in when the door was just opened.

But Nan Yan's hands were as cold as ice cubes.

After closing the door, she leaned back against the door and stood for a while before letting herself take a breath and walked slowly to the table.

From his sleeve, he took out the folded sheet of paper.

In fact, there are only a few words above.

However, these few words are like thunderstorms in winter, obviously impossible to appear, but once they appear, it will change the color of the world and the sun and the moon.

She lowered her head again and looked at the words, only to feel that those words seemed to have temperature, the hot temperature almost burned her eyes.

After a long silence, Nan Yan slowly sent the piece of paper to the candlestick.

The flame fluttered and lit the paper at once.

Soon, that piece of paper turned into a flame in his hand, and the words on it gradually disappeared into the flame.

When it burned to the end, Nan Yan let go, the flame turned into ashes, and fell to the ground slowly. She even stepped on her foot to completely turn the ashes into nothingness, then turned around and blew out the table. The candlelight, then slowly walked to the bed in the dark, and lay down.

She did all this quietly.

Even in front of Aunt Tongyun just now, she didn't show any strangeness, she was calm as if nothing had happened.

However, only she knew.

Heartbeat thunderous.

The blood all over her body was rushing fast, and what echoed in her ears was no longer the sound of wind whistling outside, but the sound of blood rushing, in such darkness, like a thousand horses.

how come?

how is this possible?

She clenched her cold hands slightly, but found that her palms were full of cold sweat.

Did you just have a dream? If you continue to lie down now and wait until you wake up in the morning, will the dream wake up?

She thought so, and slowly closed her eyes.

I originally thought that she might not be able to sleep this night, but she did not expect that she slowly lost consciousness amidst the torrential sounds that kept ringing in her ears.

In the chaos, she felt someone walking by her side.

Although the sky was very dark, the man's eyes were very bright, staring at himself closely, the gaze seemed to be suffocating, but it also revealed an indescribable tenderness.

but……

Even when Nan Yan was half-dreaming and half-awake, she recalled what Aunt Tongyun had said before.

This time the relocation was a major event. King Ning’s people, as well as the guards brought by Zhu Feng, were extra careful. Even when the lights were turned on in their room at midnight, they would be cautious to let Aunt Tongyun come and check. How could it be possible to let people Into your own room?

It turned out to be dreaming.

Thinking about it this way, the dream seems to be heavier.

Nan Yan was lying on the bed, feeling that those eyes were still staring at her, she refused to relax at all, and since she knew it was a dream, she was no longer nervous, and she faced each other calmly.

I don't know how long it took, the person next to the bed slowly leaned over.

His breath blew to her face.

Some are hot, even some are hot.

His breathing was also very rapid, as if he was trying to suppress something. Even in his dream, Nan Yan could feel his almost anxious, uncontrollable emotions.

After the hot breath, there is a strange touch.

It fell on the lips.

A little soft, a light touch on his lips, then, as if not enough, it went deeper.

Nan Yan frowned slightly.

Even in a dream, she knew it was wrong.

who is it?

Who is it that is kissing yourself?

"who is it?"

When she was entangled with the person’s lips and tongue, she tried her best to avoid, but in her dream, she was so heavy that she couldn't even move a finger. She could only barely escape from her lips. Two weak words.

"who are you?"

After asking this sentence, she suddenly opened her eyes.

One room is brightly lit.

"...!"

Nan Yan widened his eyes in a daze, looking at the curtains above his head, he still couldn't react for a long while.

I am--

Last night, the figure standing by the bed, and the person's focused gaze.

Even to myself...

Is it a dream?

She raised her hand subconsciously, and gently touched her lips.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she didn't know whether it was touched by someone last night or a sensitive illusion. She always felt strange.

However, there is indeed only one person in the room, and it is almost dawn.

The sky came in through the window, illuminating the room.

Is it really just a dream?

What a bizarre dream.

Nan Yan got up from the bed in a daze, and at this time, Aunt Tongyun and the others came, because they were leaving for Peking early this morning, and they were going to help her get up and wash up.

Soon after washing up, Nan Yan sat in front of the dressing table and Nian Qiu combed her hair.

Aunt Tongyun said: "My mother went to bed so late last night, I'm afraid I didn't sleep well."

"..."

Nan Yan didn't speak.

It's not that I didn't sleep well.

Not only did he sleep well, he also had a strange dream.

But, that kind of dream, she was ashamed to tell them.

At this time, she thought for a while and asked: "Where is the emperor?"