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

Nan Yan only felt his heart beating.

And it jumped hard.

Seeing this person walking to the front step by step, the tall body blocked the sunlight in front of her, but she didn't feel dark at all, because even in the dark night, this person is her sun.

Is her light.

Tears rushed up again, she looked at him trembling slightly, the blood rushing all over her body, making a surging sound in her ears.

It's like the sky and waves on the sea that night.

It made her feel suffocated.

Zhu Feng also looked down at her and looked at her pale. Although she didn't say a word, her body was shaking constantly, and tears were dripping down her cheeks drop by drop.

She must be frightened.

Any woman, besieged by a group of men like that, or even threatened like that, will definitely not be easy.

He was not a gentle person at first, but looking at her at this time, he felt that his heart softened involuntarily. When he spoke again, his own voice shocked him.

So gentle and strange.

"Are you OK?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him, still speechless.

Not only was the neck injured, at this moment, but I was afraid that she was unscathed, and she must be unable to say a word.

The people she had been looking forward to for so long, and the people she had been thinking about for so long, were right in front of her right now, when she was most critical and needed protection.

How could it be so good?

Is it a dream?

She was really afraid that this was just a dream, and if she spoke, she would wake up this dream even with a little sound.

Therefore, she dared not speak.

It was just that when her chest was constantly shaking, and her heartbeat made her feel pain, she gently raised her hand and stretched it towards him.

"what……"

"...?"

Zhu Feng was slightly startled.

What is she—what is she doing?

He is not accustomed to touching himself with strangers. Whether he is an emperor or after the dust has been forgotten, he is somewhat vigilant about the people and things around him.

But at this moment, he didn't move.

However, just when the trembling fingers were almost about to touch him, suddenly Nan Yan felt black in front of him, and suddenly the world turned around, and the whole person fell softly.

"Ugh!"

Zhu Feng hurriedly stepped forward, caught her, and hugged her in his arms.

Looking down, she actually fainted.

She was originally weak. Just before these people came, she almost didn't even have the strength to stand up. She was so frightened, and when she was about to collapse, she saw someone who was thinking about it appearing in front of her. That kind of extreme sadness and extreme joy were intertwined and exhausted her energy at the moment.

She leaned against Zhu Feng's arms, her pale cheeks pressed against his chest.

The breath is weak and the whole person is soft.

Zhu Feng's heart sank, he stretched out his hand to lift her up, strode to the side of the bed, and put it on the bed carefully.

"Expensive, noble..."

At this moment, a trembling voice sounded nearby.

Zhu Feng frowned slightly, turned his head, and saw that the old couple stood up from the corner of the wall, supporting each other, and walked tremblingly: "Your honor, why are you back?"

While they were talking, they walked step by step, and the ground was full of corpses of those people.

The old couple trembled.

They have been honest and friendly all their lives, and have never experienced anything like this. Just looking at Zhu Feng's skill, they have been frightened and weakened. At this moment, facing a corpse in the same place, they are about to faint.

Zhu Feng looked at them and said solemnly: "Well, I'm back."

The old boatman was half frightened and half lucky and said, "Fortunately, the nobleman is back, otherwise these people—"

As he said, looking at the corpse on the ground, he was extremely frightened.

This, how should this be good?

These people are all from the Ning Palace, although they clamored to kill people just now, but now that they have been killed, how can the people in the Ning Palace give up?

But Zhu Feng only took a faint look and said, "Don't be afraid."

"what?"

The old couple didn't know what to do, Zhu Feng said calmly: "I am here, no one can hurt you."

"Yes Yes."

The two old men could only agree.

Zhu Feng said solemnly: "You go out first and close the door."

"Yes."

The two old men stumbling out immediately.

Zhu Feng was about to get up when he suddenly felt his chest sink.

Looking down, it turned out that it was Nan Yan's hand. She was clearly in a coma, and she felt her whole body limp, but she held her shirt with one hand and refused to let it go.

There was a sudden shock in Zhu Feng's mind.

This feeling is so... strange.

It seems that I have experienced it before, and it seems that there has been such a person, so weakly leaning in his arms, and holding his clothes like this.

And my mood--

He looked down at the pale, thin face, and the tears on her face still made her look very fragile, really like a porcelain doll, if there is no one's care, just a light touch, it will break .

His heart was beating very hard.

It's strange, why just look at this face, the feeling of constant throbbing in my heart, as if something is surging deep in my heart, wanting to break through the ground.

He didn't understand why he would be so concerned about a woman who has a plain life.

Even if you have already left.

He obviously left, and left enough money for the old boatman to take care of her. He can rest assured and should let go. But for some reason, after walking for a day, his steps are getting more and more. Shen.

In her mind, her figure seemed to be transformed into a real body, turned into a heavy piece, tied to her feet.

Make him difficult.

In the end, he could not restrain the anxiety and surging in his heart, and he turned it back.

When I came back, I met the scene just now.

When he approached this house and heard the lewd words that those people said to her, he only felt full of anger, and immediately burned himself to death.

That kind of anger was even worse than facing the obstacles of the officials and the deliberate concealment of those people in his imperial city.

Therefore, he shot without hesitation.

He was also glad that he came back, glad that he made the move.

When he saw her standing pale in front of these people and bearing their humiliation, he only hated himself for not coming back early.

but--

why?

Why do I feel this way? Why would I want to come back because of her? Why would I want to give everything to protect her?

Zhu Feng did not understand.

He wanted to figure it out, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt a splitting headache. He leaned on the side of the bed, reached out his hand to support his forehead, and let out a low growl because of the sharp pain in his head.

"Uh--!"