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

He felt the wind.

A gust of wind blows and slowly blows away the yellow sand and mist in front of him. He seems to be able to see things around him clearly, but just when he is about to see clearly, he wakes up all at once.

then--

Then it looks like this.

Thinking of this, Zhu Feng couldn't help but turn around to look at the fan that fell to the ground. The bright light beside the bed was shining in his eyes, making his mood at this moment a little unstable.

Is the change in dreams because of--

Zhu Feng only pondered for a short period of time, but for Nan Yan, this period of time was like the longest moment in his life.

She looked nervously at the blade that was not too far away from her throat. It was shining coldly by the candlelight. The sharp light almost cut through her skin. In such a dangerous situation, she shivered. , I got goose bumps on my neck.

At this moment, the long sword slowly moved away.

She opened her eyes suddenly and watched Zhu Feng slowly raise his hand and retract the long sword.

She was like stepping into the Senluo Palace on one leg, and she was finally pulled back again. She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat burst out, and all her personal clothes were broken.

Zhu Feng quietly put away the long sword, and then stood up.

His eyes were still looking at her coldly, like a tiger staring at a little rabbit under his sharp claws, Nan Yan struggled eagerly to sit up, but the moment she was scared, her hands and feet were weakened and she was holding up. Several times, he fell back to King Yan's bed.

She was sweating profusely in anxiety, and was even more afraid that Wang Yan would misunderstand what she looked like.

Finally, she finally grabbed the bedpost with her backhand, barely supported herself to get up, almost rolled off his bed, and then knelt down on the ground: "Your Highness, forgive me."

Zhu Feng's eyes looked exceptionally bright in the dim light. He glanced at the fan on the floor and said, "Pick it up."

"……Yes Yes."

Nan Yan hurriedly reached out and picked up the fan, and then was about to turn around and walk back to the corner, but just as she was about to turn around and walk away, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "It's here."

"what?"

She turned her head in surprise, as if she couldn't understand what he said: "His Royal Highness, what did you say?"

"This king asked you to stay here."

"..."

Nan Yan widened his eyes in a little astonishment, and saw King Yan slowly lying back on the bed. At this time, he was already calm, as if nothing had happened. The nightmare just now was just an illusion of himself. It seems.

There was only a short section of the candle on the candlestick, and the light dimmed. Nan Yan could only see the hanging curtain, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"The king asked you to guard by the bed."

"..."

Nan Yan held the fan firmly in his hand, the fan bones were covered in cold sweat, and it was slippery.

He let himself, guarding by the bed?

Although, she knew that King Yan didn't mean that to herself, even if the two of them were already in that manner, King Yan probably just wanted to figure out if she wanted to hurt him.

However, now he let himself stay by his bed?

Nan Yan hesitated again, but heard that deep, magnetic voice sounded again: "Not enough?"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated for a while, and finally walked back slowly.

Just when she just knelt down and sat on the bed, there was a soft flutter, and the candlestick at the bedside went out.