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

Nan Yan looked back at him, and heard Jian Ruocheng whisper: "How did you think about the matter of leaving the palace?"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated: "I--"

At this moment, the door behind him "clams", and both of them looked back. It turned out that the wind had opened the door.

Nan Yan walked over, closed the door again, helped the door for a moment, then turned around, and whispered to Jian Ruocheng, "Master Jian, I think, let this matter go."

"..."

Jian Ruocheng looked at her quietly for a while.

Nan Yan was seen by his bright eyes, as if she could see through everything on her mind. She was a little embarrassed, and when she wanted to explain, she heard Jian Ruocheng chuckle.

He said: "Actually, before I came to ask, I knew it would be the answer."

Nan Yan was taken aback: "Huh?"

He smiled and said: "It's nothing, since it's your choice, of course I will respect your choice."

"..."

Nan Yan originally wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know how to explain it. But Jian Ruocheng didn't ask anything and didn't make her embarrassed at all.

He seems to have always been such a person, and he always feels like a spring breeze.

It only makes people comfortable, never makes people embarrassed.

Nan Yan looked at him for a while and whispered softly: "Master Jane, thank you."

Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "What did I do? I didn't do anything. You don't have to thank me."

"..."

"You just have to take care of yourself, that's enough."

Nan Yan nodded seriously.

Jian Ruocheng said: "Okay, it's time to get serious. Get the big seal quickly."

Nan Yan hurried to take down the Yuxi.

After sealing the imperial edict, Jian Ruocheng told her a few more words to let her take care of her health, and then left.

However, when she walked out of Shang Baosi's gate, Jian Ruocheng glanced back, watching Nan Yan lying on the table, holding his cheeks, and looking at the curling smoke rising from the incense burner.

This picture is beautiful, but also very lonely, but her beautiful eyes are extraordinarily bright, as if she saw someone through the blue smoke.

He sighed softly and left.

Nan Yan stayed in Shang Baosi until noon, no one came over, and there was nothing to ask her to go to Wuying Hall, so she could only go back to Yeting. Just before lunch, the imperial doctor came to her to check her pulse.

As soon as the doctor Chen came, he smiled and said, "Senior woman officer, I feel much better today."

Nan Yan smiled.

He put down the medicine box, took out a small mat and put it on the table, and said politely: "Senior woman, please stretch out your hand."

Nan Yan nodded, and obediently rolled his sleeve to his wrist and put his hand on the mat.

Just about to check her pulse, a little **** rushed outside.

"Doctor Chen."

Doctor Chen turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

The little **** was sweaty, as if he was running all the way, walked to him panting, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Doctor Chen frowned: "Really?"

The little **** said: "Yes."

Nan Yan looked at them blankly, not knowing what happened, and asked softly: "Doctor Chen, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Doctor Chen furrowed his brows, glanced at her, and then said, "I have taken a step beforehand. Please forgive me."

I saw him put away the medicine box and hurriedly followed the little eunuch.