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

She had walked through this place more than once before, but she had never felt that the stairs were so long and the steps were so hard to walk.

When I finally finished the last step, I saw that the doors of the main hall in front were all opened.

The two sides outside the hall were full of their men and horses, with torches in their hands, shining the entire hall inside and outside like daylight, but Nan Yan saw at a glance that there was another person in the hall.

There is only one person.

Come to think of it, other people are both shy and not qualified enough to enter this hall, but the only one who walked in actually stood above the hall, next to the dragon chair.

Upon seeing this scene, Nan Yan didn't say anything yet, Zhu Chengjin's expression on the side suddenly sank.

He quickened his pace and rushed in a few steps.

Nanyan naturally followed the high threshold and walked in.

As soon as I walked in, I felt very quiet inside, just separated by a wall, as if all the wars outside had been isolated, but immediately, Nan Yan felt an indescribable pressure.

This kind of feeling is usually only felt when you are very powerful, or in other words, extremely confident in your heart, and extremely powerful in your own body.

Even with Zhu Chengjin's side, she had never felt it.

But now, when she walked into this hall, for an instant, she felt that her breathing was suppressed, and her heartbeat sank, and this coercion came from the person standing on the hall, beside the dragon chair. .

That is, Zhu Chengjin's military division?

But when he looked up, Nan Yan couldn't help but frowned.

As for the speculation of a "powerful" person, Nan Yan is still relatively tacky. He will imagine the appearance of this person as tall and mighty, just like Zhu Feng, even if he is just standing behind him and seeing his broad shoulders. She feels at ease, so along the way, when she imagined this military division, she had a tall figure in her mind.

Or is it Heyi or Jian Ruocheng?

They are also handsome and handsome men with long bodies.

And this person, this person is also very tall, but he can't be called tall at all. Even standing in the hall, he doesn't feel aloft. On the contrary, this person only wears a loose Tsing Yi and a white scarf. He was so weak that he even held one hand on the dragon chair, but it gave people the illusion that a gust of wind would blow him away.

Of course it is an illusion.

If a gust of wind could blow this person away, how could Jinling City be taken by him in such a short time?

Now, how could he stand high above the hall, beside the dragon chair! ?

Nan Yan's brows were twisted into a pimple, staring at this person's back.

Who is he?

At this moment, this person seemed to feel her gaze, or he felt the evil spirit on Zhu Chengjin who rushed into the hall from outside. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed slightly.

Upon hearing the coughing sound, Nan Yan suddenly became excited and her eyes widened suddenly.

This voice is--

Without waiting for this person to be drawn in her mind, Zhu Chengjin, who was walking in the front, already had a gloomy face and said coldly: "What are you doing on it?!"

Hearing this, the person who was covering his mouth and coughing gently turned around slowly.

A pale, sickly face was brought into the eye.

Nan Yan gasped.

"Xu Sezong?!"