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

Nan Yan bit her lower lip and whispered, "Yes."

After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and walked out, but Xu Miaoyin looked back at her again and said, "Master, who is she?"

Zhu Feng said coldly: "It's just a humble servant."

"Oh……"

Princess Yan only nodded, then looked out again.

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Nan Yan walked out of the Wuying Hall, already walking into the sun.

However, the words of King Yan looked like a cold sharp sword, which pierced her heart from behind. She only felt that the whole person was in pain, and she convulsed with the cold.

However, she did not stop, but ran away from that place faster.

In July, the sun was like a fire. The hot sun shone on people, as if they were about to crack the skin, but Nan Yan walked hurriedly in the sun, but only felt cold.

It was so cold.

It's just a humble servant...

A humble servant...

In fact, since childhood, she didn’t know how much she had listened to words like this, and there were even more humiliating words. She had been able to face it calmly, but she never thought that when these words came from a population It hurts myself so much when I say it.

She gritted her teeth, holding back the tears in her eyes and walked forward, but just around the corner, she ran into someone.

"Damn!"

Nan Yan staggered for two steps, and when he looked up, he was stunned: "Daoist?"

In the sun, a gorgeous and handsome face was looking at herself with a smile: "Miss Si, it's been a long time."

Crane clothes.

He is back again.

Nan Yan remembered what King Yan and Concubine had just said, and probably guessed that he was not in the palace these days, so he should have gone out of the city to pick Concubine Yan.

So he bowed to him: "It's polite."

After speaking, he lowered his head again and prepared to pass by him.

However, Heyi stood in front of her and looked down at her: "What's the matter? Are you crying?"

Nan Yan thought of the corners of her wet eyes and hurriedly wiped it with her hand: "No, no."

"..."

He Yi looked at her somewhat pale face, then looked up at the quiet Wuying Hall behind her, and then said: "The prince has a bad temper. If he scolds you, you don't have to take it seriously."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Yan's heart was even more sad.

But she still gritted her teeth and said softly: "No, the prince did not embarrass me."

"..."

He Yi looked at her quietly for a while, and then said, "That's good."

Nan Yan gave him a blessing and walked past him.

Just after two steps, I suddenly heard He Yi calling her from behind: "Girl Si."

Nan Yan stopped and turned around again, and saw him looking at him, with a smile in his eyes, saying: "Pan Dao just came back, I heard that the prince was at the cabinet storehouse last night. I lit the fire and burned all the memorials there, right?"

"It's not all burned, only burned for nearly three years."

"Oh?"

He Yi listened, his eyes flickering slightly: "It burned, it's a coincidence."

"..."

"I heard that Girl Si did it, right?"

"..."

"Why are you doing this?"

Although he was smiling, he didn't know if his face was too gorgeous, so there was something inaccessible in his smile, or for other reasons, Nan Yan hesitated and said softly, "The lord commanded , We are just slaves, we can only do things at will."