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

"I want the emperor's favor tonight."

This sentence was like a thunder, which exploded violently on this land.

For a while, everyone was stunned.

Everyone has become accustomed to women being reserved and introverted, smiling in public, but they didn't expect that a woman would actually ask the emperor for a night's favor in the public.

This is simply beyond imagination!

Even if the imperial concubine is favored by the emperor, she may be more open-minded than other concubines, but she would not do this!

Everyone stared at Feng Shu dumbfounded, but she stared at Zhu Feng openly, even with a little sweat on her face.

That kind of sweaty but wanton look adds a seductive charm to her beauty.

Zhu Feng frowned slightly and looked at her.

Indeed, he has seen many women in his life, shy, dignified, calm, and even like Nan Yan, strange, gentle and lovely.

But I have never seen such a passionate woman.

Before, he hadn't noticed, or even if he noticed, he didn't care. To him, the beauty and ugliness of a woman was like the richness of a meal.

He never pays attention to these.

However, only now I discovered that this woman is indeed beautiful, and the beauty is quite shocking.

He was silent for a while, then turned his head, and said to Yu Gongyi behind him: "Take her back to Liuhetang."

Grandpa Yu glanced at Nan Yan subconsciously.

But, without saying anything, he immediately said: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward and said respectfully to Feng Shu: "Upstart, please."

Feng Shu understood immediately and bowed to Zhu Feng to salute: "Thank you, the emperor."

After speaking, he followed Yugonggong.

Everyone watched her disappear into the flames. After a while, everyone reluctantly regained consciousness, but they still looked like they couldn't believe it.

Zhu Feng's great reward, everyone thought that it was nothing more than gold, silver and jewelry, and even official positions. No one had ever thought that someone would want his favor.

Of course, no one thought that there would be a woman who would win this game.

Just when everyone was in a daze, Zhu Feng stood up and said calmly: "Today's jockey meeting is over."

Everyone cheered again.

However, in the cheers, there is a sense of lack of confidence.

Therefore, the surrounding guards and attendants all stepped forward, ready to **** the emperor and concubine back to the Bieyuan.

When Zhu Feng turned his head, he saw Nan Yan sitting on the spot, his face pale under the firelight, even pale and transparent.

He bent down: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked up at him.

If the words Feng Shu said in front of everyone just now seemed like a thunderstorm, then the place that suffered the most from the lightning strike was her heart.

Although she has not spoken, her heartbeat has never eased.

Heartbeat thunderous.

However, there was still a calm look on her face, and even after Zhu Feng had watched her for a long time, she smiled slightly at him.

Originally, this was nothing.

It is his freedom for Zhu Feng to spoil anyone. Besides, he has been pregnant for so many days. He has insisted on staying with him and never asks for it. It is indeed a bit like going out to take a shower on such a cold night. Embarrassing an emperor.

So she smiled and said, "It's nothing."

A little light flashed in Zhu Feng's eyes: "Is it cold?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him with a smile a bit unable to hold on.

After a long time, he said softly, "A little bit."

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to help her up, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Nan Yan leaned on him.

Under the gaze of everyone, the two of them slowly got up and walked back.

When passing in front of Ajislan, his introverted eyes kept staring at Nan Yan's pale face, frowning his brows.

But nothing said.

Everyone returned to the Bieyuan together.

Zhu Feng sent Nan Yan back to her Yishoutang, sat on the bed with her in his arms, pinched her somewhat chilly hands, and said, "Xiaoyu, pour hot tea."

"Yes."

Xiaoyu poured a cup of hot tea and offered it, but Zhu Feng took it and delivered it to Nan Yan's mouth.

"Drink a little."

Nan Yan bowed her head obediently and drank a little. The heat of the tea barely restored a little ruddy on her face. She reached out to take the tea cup in Zhu Feng's hand and smiled and said: "The emperor doesn't care about me, you go back. "

Zhu Feng glanced at her again.

There seemed to be a slight smile in his eyes.

Probably, I think I am sensible.

Before, although he also said that he allowed himself to be jealous, men after all liked generous women.

Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and touched her face, then said: "Okay, then I'm leaving, tonight-don't you go out and run around, do you hear?"

Nan Yan nodded obediently: "I see."

Zhu Feng stood up straight, and said to Xiaoyu: "Take care of her."

"Yes."

After speaking, Zhu Feng turned and walked out.

Ran Xiaoyu walked over to close the door, and then walked back. When she reached the bed, she saw Nan Yan holding a teacup, looking a little dazed. He walked over and said softly, "Manny, are you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep, just sit for a while."

"Oh."

Ran Xiaoyu nodded, thought about it, and then asked: "Then, do you want a servant to accompany you?"

Nan Yan raised her head and showed a faint smile at her: "No, go down."

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu hesitated, but backed out.

Of course, she didn't go far, she just stayed in the lower room next to this house. Originally, after Nan Yan was pregnant, she couldn't leave her at night, and she had to come and look after her at any time.

After Ran Xiaoyu went out, Nan Yan sat on the bed blankly.

After a while, she suddenly remembered something, took out the small box Zhu Feng gave her from her arms, and gently opened it——

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I don't know how long it took, and there was a clapper's voice outside.

Three more.

After sitting in a posture for so long, Nan Yan felt a sore waist and back pain when he recovered. It seems that he is pregnant, and he can't even be willful.

She leaned on the bedpost, carefully stepped down to the ground, walked around the room two times, and barely came over.

However, the house is also a bit boring.

She patted her chest, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door. Immediately, the wind outside was engulfed with ice and snow, and it blew up.

She shivered from the cold.

Or not.

Pregnant women really can't be willful.

She sighed and was about to close the door, but at this moment, she suddenly saw the golden building standing in the garden, on the third floor, a flash of light suddenly flashed.