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

After saying these words, she looked back at Zhu Feng with some anxiety, and saw him looking at herself coldly, and Nan Yan immediately lowered his head.

After a while, the bed was ready.

Zhu Feng got up and strode over, sat down on the edge of the bed, Nan Yan immediately moved away. As soon as she turned around, she heard Zhu Feng say: "If you ask you to scold him, what would you say?"

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Nan Yan looked back at him in surprise.

Zhu Feng said coldly: "You tell this to my king."

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Nan Yan hesitated for a while, and then whispered, "The slave and maid would say--Jian Tongguang, are you confused? The prince is the fourth son of the emperor Gao, and the emperor Bintian. The word? You are old and chaotic, don't you know that the number of days has changed, and the artifacts are easier, it is natural?

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"Nowadays, the ministers of the Central Government have petitioned several times, but the prince has refused several times, all thinking that he is weak in virtue, so that he can choose the talents, lest he mistake the country and the people. With this heart and virtue, even if he becomes the emperor in the future, he will inherit the great ancestor. The last aspiration, the achievement of a generation of sages. You do not know the current affairs, point to the heavens and scold the earth, forcing the prince to kill the prince. There are many mediocre generations in the world. I don’t know the meaning of the prince’s three-time visit to the thatched cottage. Zhu, isn't it that the prince is in a state of injustice?"

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"This tyrant's notoriety is clearly the result of you forcibly buckling the prince's head!"

When talking about the word "tyrant", Nan Yan took a careful look at Zhu Feng, and sure enough, Zhu Feng's eyes flashed brightly.

After speaking these words, Wuying Hall fell into silence, Nan Yan lowered his head, and there was a drumming in his heart, for fear that those two words would anger King Yan again.

However, she couldn't help it.

Although I stayed in Jian’s house for a short time today, and didn’t say a few words with the young lady, Xiao Yu, and the second son of Jian, she had a great affection for this family, let alone Jian Tongguang. Old gentleman, although he "doesn't know the current affairs," shouldn't he be like that for scholars?

She didn't want such a person to die, especially the cruel method of death like the Zhushi Clan.

This period of silence was so long that her mood became more and more uneasy. When she was about to look carefully at Zhu Feng, she saw him lying on the bed.

She was a little startled.

He let himself say those things, and now he said it, but he didn't react at all.

What is he thinking?

While hesitating, I heard Zhu Feng say: "Turn off the lights."

Nan Yan didn't expect that he really didn't react at all, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger in that tone, so he could only walk over and blow out the candlesticks everywhere in the hall, leaving only one beside the bed. Candlelight.

And just as she was about to walk into the corner, Zhu Feng's cold voice came from the bed again-"Come here."

Nan Yan's heart moved slightly.

Is it like that night again?

Of course, she knew now that Zhu Feng would not let a woman like her go to his bed. She was relieved, but when she remembered that night, this bed-Xia Yunting...

She was like a throat, only hesitating for a moment, Zhu Feng's voice rang again: "Can't come?"

She took a deep breath and walked over slowly.

Zhu Feng was lying on the bedside, under the dim light, only his introverted eyes flickered slightly, revealing a little near-dangerous light.

Standing on the bedside, Nan Yan said softly: "What else does your Highness have to say?"