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

Nan Yan was immediately silly. The two came and went too quickly, and they didn't say anything, and didn't know what happened.

Why did you leave suddenly?

She was full of doubts. Just at this time, Ran Xiaoyu returned to Yeting. Seeing her standing at the door, he said, "You are not in good health, what are you doing standing on this tuyere?"

Nan Yan told her about Madam Chen just now.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

"I do not know either."

"..."

"They left suddenly and didn't say anything to me."

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her suspiciously, then looked back at the door, and said, "It won't always be, won't you see a doctor?"

Nan Yan's heart trembled.

Let the doctor Chen come to treat himself, but the emperor ordered him, then, who else would let him ignore him?

Just thinking about it, her heart sank.

Ran Xiaoyu seemed to have thought of this too, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, the emperor is not a child, how can he be in a hurry. He is probably in a hurry, he is fine."

"..."

Nan Yan was stunned for a while, nodded gently, and followed her back to the room.

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When Ye Xu arrived at Wuying Hall, Zhu Feng was dancing his sword outside the hall.

A stainless steel long sword can be used freely in his hands, like a wandering dragon. Gradually, his figure is getting faster and faster, and the strength of the sword dance is getting stronger and stronger. The long sword has turned into a cold light at this moment. , Light walks along, startling every step.

Ye Wei frowned when he saw it.

He followed Zhu Feng since he was a child, knowing that he had to practice sword every day, but it was always in the early morning.

If he practiced swords at other times, there is only one possibility——

There is killing intent in his heart.

He didn't know who caused the murder in his heart, but he couldn't vent his anger, he could only use the sword dance method to release his anger.

Ye Xu couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He knew that Zhu Feng's hostility was so heavy that even He Yi could not resolve it. In the past, when he was the King of Yan, he had murderous intent in his heart, and he could command the army at any time. Finding the army of the country was a head-on attack.

But now, he is already the emperor.

If he has the intent to kill--

Thinking of this, he took a step forward carefully.

But at this step, Zhu Feng's last momentum, the long sword pointed straight at him, Ye Yin was taken aback, and was forced to retreat two steps in succession by the oncoming sword energy.

And Zhu Feng's wrist moved slightly.

The long sword deflected his eyebrows and crossed his right temple, only to hear a swish.

When the sword gas came, the fallen leaves fell apart.

Ye Yi glanced back, the tree behind him shook slightly, and the yellow dead leaves fluttered down and landed on his shoulders.

A drop of cold sweat also ran down from his forehead.

He whispered: "The emperor..."

Zhu Feng didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards Wuying Hall.

The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on his broad shoulders, and also on the long sword in his hand. The blade seemed to be stained with blood.

Ye Xu hurriedly followed, walked into the Wuying Hall, Zhu Feng put the sword back in the scabbard, and handed the towel on the wooden frame to wipe the sweat off his body. It was winter, and he was only wearing a thin gown. , Even sweating profusely.

In addition to killing on the battlefield, Ye Wei had never seen this situation.

He said a little worried: "The emperor..."

Zhu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and said coldly: "What are you going to say?"

"..."

Ye Wei hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak when a little **** hurriedly ran outside.