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

Nan Yan was ashamed and anxious, and said in a low voice: "Of course!"

When Li Bushang heard her affirmative reply, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, although Nan Yan didn't know what he was happy about.

However, Zhu Feng on the other side covered his mouth and coughed.

He said to Jian Ruocheng and Ye Yu: "Well, you all go down."

The two bowed their hands to him and then exited the tent. Zhu Feng looked to this side again. Li Bushang seemed to know something and immediately said, "Your Majesty, I want to stay with Nan Yan!"

Nan Yan reached out and patted him.

Zhu Feng's complexion was cold, but he still didn't get angry. He just said coldly: "You can stay, but you are not allowed to talk to me."

Li Bushang mumbled: "If you don't say it, don't say it."

After speaking, he sat next to Nan Yan.

Zhu Feng didn't look at them anymore, he picked up a memorial for himself and reviewed it. These were sent over by Jinling last night.

Nothing big happened.

He had something to do, but Nan Yan and Li on the other side were sitting without injury, and they were very bored, and they still couldn't talk to affect him. In such an atmosphere, people inevitably began to get sleepy.

Especially Li is not hurt. Last night, because of worrying about Nan Yan, I didn't fall asleep all night. At this time, I was leaning on her, my head bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Nan Yan felt it, turned his head to look, couldn't help but laugh.

She stretched out her hand to support Li Bu's face.

But the child was completely asleep, and slid down her arm, slowly falling into her lap.

But at this moment, a hand reached out and picked up his back collar.

Nan Yan was taken aback and looked up. Zhu Feng didn't know when he came over. He had already approved more than half of the memorials on the table.

Nan Yan hurriedly said: "The emperor..."

Zhu Feng's face was sullen, looking at Li Buhuo who was asleep in his hands. He was probably really sleepy, and he hadn't woken up yet.

Nan Yan whispered: "The emperor, he, he didn't sleep well last night."

"What are you explaining to me?"

Zhu Feng looked at her coldly: "Don't I know how to watch it myself?"

"..."

Nan Yan closed his mouth immediately.

Zhu Feng looked down again. Li was not hurt, black and thin, and small, like a puppy in his hand.

He took him and put him on the bed.

This time I finally felt comfortable sleeping, Li Bushang hugged the pillow, rubbed his cheek twice, and sighed in comfort.

Nan Yan looked at his face and knew that he was not really angry, so he carefully pulled the quilt next to him and covered Li Buhuo's body.

However, the child did not sleep honestly. As soon as he slept on the bed, he turned over and split his leg over. Nan Yan was originally only sitting on the side of the bed.

Zhu Feng's breath sank, and he reached out and hugged her.

"...!"

Although it had been done once before, Nan Yan almost screamed in surprise, staring at Zhu Feng's cold face with wide eyes, and said coldly: "If you wake him up, I will call him Kick it out."

Nan Yan hurriedly pursed his mouth.

He held the weightless little woman in his arms, strode to the table and put it on the chair beside him, Nan Yan was still a little uneasy, holding one handrail with both hands, and watching him carefully.

Zhu Feng said coldly: "I have become a servant of you."

"..."

Nan Yan was silent for a moment, and hurriedly reached out to pick up the ink on the table, and said, supporting the inkstone: "My lord, the servant will polish the ink for you."