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

Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her and suddenly said: "How do you say this-sour?"

"No, no."

Nan Yan suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that she was a little strange. She hurriedly covered up and said, "I just talked about it casually."

After finishing speaking, I saw a few burdens piled on the bed, knowing that Ran Xiaoyu had brought it, and hurriedly said: "Xiaoyu, your things haven't been cleaned yet, I'll help you."

After speaking, he got up and got busy.

Not only were they busy, but the entire Jinling Palace was also busy. There were people cleaning everywhere, dusting the carpets, hanging red lanterns under the eaves, and wiping the windows of every hall.

The imperial city was completely renewed, shining brightly in the sunset.

Soon, the setting sun fell, and Jinling City was plunged into darkness.

This night was extraordinarily quiet, there was no wind, there seemed to be a depressed mood condensed in such a night, of course, everyone knew why.

Because tomorrow, the new emperor will be enthroned.

For many people, this night is destined to be a sleepless night.

It was late, Nan Yan still opened his eyes wide, looking at the moonlight outside the window soberly, unable to sleep.

In fact, for those of them who are slaves, it is the same who enthroned, no matter who is the emperor, he will have to live on, but for her, it is different.

She is the one who listens to Zhu Feng's side. The quality of the master directly affects her fate.

Although she has no hope for her future in the past drafts, she has another way to go.

I just don't know where this invisible road will take her.

She didn't even know what kind of emperor Zhu Feng would be...

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Finally arrived the next day.

Early in the morning, someone called her to wait in the Wuying Hall, Nan Yan dressed in a hurry, and went there.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the tall and pine figure standing by the window.

It was Zhu Feng, who looked out the window blankly.

At this time, the sky was still dark, but there seemed to be a ray of light on his face, and even those eyes that were always deep and bottomless in the ordinary day were shining.

Hearing Nan Yan's footsteps, he turned his head.

Nan Yan whispered: "Your Highness."

"You came."

He said this faintly, then turned around, walked to the bed and spread his hands.

Nan Yan hurriedly took off the clothes from the hangers and put them on for him.

Today is the big day for him to ascend to the throne. Naturally, he wears something different from usual. The heavy dress after another makes Nan Yan sweat all over, but Zhu Feng's face still has no expression at all.

The deep black robe, with red piping, and the dragon pattern embroidered with exquisite gold thread, worn on his body, not only became taller and taller, but also revealed an indescribable restraint and extravagance.

And his breath is more calm than before.

Nan Yan kept her head down and focused on doing what she was doing. Although she could always feel when she was doing things, King Yan's eyes seemed to be chasing her.

After finally getting through this time, all the dresses were finally put on.

At this time, the prince Shi Cui Yuanmei walked to the entrance of Wuying Hall and said softly: "His Royal Highness, it is time to go to the Taimiao to worship."

Zhu Feng nodded, turned and walked out.

Nan Yan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as she just breathed out her breath, Zhu Feng, who walked to the door, stopped and said without looking back: "Si Nanyan."

Nan Yan raised her head in panic, "Huh?"