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

Zhu Feng also smiled, but his complexion gradually became serious, and said: "Old Uncle Guo came to the northwest at this time. Why did he come and why he came at this time? The reason behind it is definitely not simple. He must have something to hide from us. !"

Hearing the last sentence, Nan Yan nodded slightly.

She thought for a while and said, "Then this matter is left to the concubine. The emperor does not need to worry about this, as long as he concentrates on dealing with White Tiger City, don't be distracted."

Zhu Feng gave her a smile.

If it is normal, he would still tease her, but the situation is indeed complicated right now, and he doesn't have much mood to chat with Nan Yan, so he just smiled and responded: "Okay."

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Because Lao Guoji had just arrived in Handongwei, although his heart was itchy, Nan Yan didn't bother him right away. He just called Xiao Shunzi over in the afternoon and asked about the arrangements there. He really did. He is a cultivator. The wing room was already rudimentary. He also asked people to remove all the extra furnishings inside. There was only a lone bed, a table and a chair in the room.

Xiao Shunzi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't even need two more teacups."

Nanyan Road: "Is it so bitter?"

Xiao Shunzi said: "This is clear, just don't let people disturb, whoever enters, there is not even a place to sit."

"..."

Nan Yan listened, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my palace tells the old uncle to let him move in."

Xiao Shunzi looked at her suspiciously.

And Nan Yan didn't say much, but waved his hand to let him go down. By the next morning, just after breakfast, Nan Yan dragged out Han Wang Chengjun who was still sleeping in the bed.

Unlike his elder sister, who is so angry that no one dared to wake up easily, Zhu Chengjun, although he was young, was woken up but did not cry. He only stumbled on a henhouse like a mess while rubbing his hair. With eyes yawned, he said stickyly: "Mother concubine, why did you ask Erchen to get up so early? Er-minister-sleepy!"

Nan Yan sat drinking tea, watching his close-fitting maid serving him dress, shaking the little man, and smiled; "You won't be sleepy when you get up and walk."

When Cheng Jun finished washing, he hurriedly stuffed two bites into his mouth.

Then Nan Yan led him to the door of the East Wing.

Looking at the closed doors and windows in front of me, not even a single crack was opened, like a strong fortress, and, because the east wing was originally unoccupied, after the old uncle came in, he was a cultivator again , Chen Zixiao even explicitly forbids idle people to wait here to disturb him. Therefore, the entire East Chamber is so quiet that there is no wind, and there is an invisible sense of prestige that makes people afraid to be presumptuous.

If an ordinary person comes here, even if he wants to see the old uncle again, he will only stop at the door and go home.

And Nan Yan didn't have enough courage to knock on such a closed door.

However, Nan Yan has a lot of courage with his young son standing by his side.

Zhu Chengjun whispered: "Mother concubine, is this what you said? What should the minister do there?"

Nan Yan bent down and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhu Chengjun nodded, then coughed twice and cleared his throat. He walked forward and patted the door with a loud voice. Shouted: "Uncle grandpa, open the door!"

In such a quiet east wing, there was a sudden bang on the door and his voice.

There was a sound in the quiet room, and it was obviously panic, and then the door opened. The old country uncle, who was as tall as a black iron tower, was standing at the door wearing a robe, looking down at this who disturbed his clean repair. child.

"Ok?"

Zhu Chengjun smiled with crooked eyes, facing such a child, no one could hardly refuse him. The old uncle slowly squatted down and looked at Zhu Chengjun: "You are—"

At this time, Nan Yan took a step forward and saluted him: "Uncle."

The old uncle looked up at her, his eyes flickered, and smiled: "It's the concubine empress."

Nan Yan said: "Uncle, he is the emperor's youngest son, Zhu Chengjun."

"Cheng Jun..."

Just now he slapped the door and shouted, so rude, this time, Zhu Chengjun took a step back and respectfully bowed to the old uncle: "See you, grandpa!"

His voice was crisp and tender, and he felt sweet in his heart.

The old uncle's face couldn't help but a little smile appeared.

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness Han."

He stretched out his hand and patted Chengjun's shoulder, and looked at Nan Yan. Nan Yan immediately said, "Actually, he should have taken him over to see his uncle yesterday, but he must have been very tired when he arrived in Handongwei. It’s so disturbing; besides, my uncle needs to be quiet in his practice, so the emperor won’t let this palace bring him. But this palace thought, it’s always a younger generation, how can he not come to pay a respect to the elders? Cheng Jun also wants to get close to his uncle’s father Yes, so I brought him here today."

When it comes to this, who can refuse?

What's more, Zhu Chengjun smiled as soon as he saw Lao Guo's uncle with his little white teeth, as sweet as a caramel, he was not a hard-hearted person, let alone this time he came to Han Dongwei. With a little selfishness, once a person has selfishness, his heart cannot be really strong as a fortress.

Therefore, his door was opened by Xiao Chengjun at once.

And his heart seemed to have followed.

So he stretched out his hand and held Zhu Chengjun's little hand: "Okay, come and get close to Grandpa Uncle."

Then he greeted them and entered the house.

When I entered the room, as Xiao Shunzi had reported before, there was only one bed against the wall in the spacious wing, and a table and a chair against the bed. The whole house looked empty, even Xiao Chengjun. I was shocked when I walked in, and looked up at Lao Guo's uncle and said: "Uncle grandpa, why is there nothing in your house?"

The old uncle smiled and said: "Uncle grandpa practice cultivation, don't have so many tedious things."

Zhu Chengjun blinked: "But, there is no place to sit."

The old uncle looked at him. No, there is only one chair, so you can't let the concubine sit on his bed. Even if he is a spiritual practitioner, this kind of taboo is still necessary.

So, the old uncle patted Xiao Chengjun on the head, told him to wait, and then went out by himself.

Xiao Shunzi and the others had been waiting outside for a long time. When they saw him going out, they immediately greeted him: "What's the order of the old uncle?"

The old uncle said in a polite manner: "Thank you for a few people to help Poor Dao bring two chairs."

Xiao Shunzi's eyes lit up.

Hastily responded: "Yes!"

Looking at the triumphant Nan Yan who was standing at the door, he sighed "I'm a real god" in his heart, then turned around and went down to move a chair.