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

Zhu Feng only glanced at her coldly, then said to Ye Xun outside: "Go."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

But Ye Yu outside heard it, raised his whip with one hand, made a "pop" in the air, and the carriage drove forward immediately.

However, Nan Yan hadn't settled down yet, the carriage swayed, and she suddenly rushed forward.

Seeing that Zhu Feng was right in front of her, she pounced on him, she would definitely pounce on him, Nan Yan gritted her teeth and braced her body forcibly, her fingers almost worn out on the car panel. Finally stabilized his figure.

Then, she slowly moved to the side of the carriage and sat in the corner.

He was relieved, and when he looked up again, Zhu Feng still closed his eyes, as if she was not in the car.

Ok...

She thought faintly in her heart. Actually, it should be like this. It's just that in those days, she didn't know what was wrong, and there were so many beautiful cranky thoughts.

But now, even the most beautiful dream, it's time to wake up.

She sat quietly in that place, just like at any time, motionless, and even her breathing slowly became steady.

But at this time, Zhu Feng opened his eyes.

He hasn't ascended the throne yet, so the carriage arranged in the palace is just an ordinary carriage. The carriage is quite spacious, but there is not so much space after two people are seated in it.

He could clearly hear the breathing of the little woman.

For some reason, the sound of the bumpy wheels became more monotonous, but he became more irritable when he heard her breathing more smoothly.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Sinanyan sitting quietly in the other corner of the carriage, with his eyelids drooping, and his long eyelashes covering those bright eyes.

Obviously everything is the same, but it seems that there are some differences.

There was an indescribable indifference in her body.

Those eyes, such bright eyes, without any emotion, as if there was no such person in front of her. She only looked down at the carriage in front of her. No matter how bumpy the carriage was, her eyes were like frozen mirrors. The lake is average.

Zhu Feng couldn't help frowning.

It's just a humble slave and maid. Who gives her the courage to put such a cool appearance?

He gritted his teeth, only feeling that the fire in his heart grew stronger.

But in fact, Nan Yan was only calm on the surface.

She was in terrible pain.

When she hurried out from Ye Ting, she didn't feel it, but as soon as she boarded the carriage, she felt a dull pain in her chest.

Before being severely beaten by Du Siyao and the group of people, the skin trauma was all right, but the kick that Du Siyao kicked in the chest was still aching.

At this time, with the bumps of the carriage, it became more and more painful.

But she can't say, let alone show a weak look, because she knows that if she shows that kind of appearance, she won't receive any mercy from King Yan, and it is more likely that he will feel that he is pretentious.

She really didn't want to show any weakness in front of him.

Thinking of this, she clenched her teeth hard and focused all her attention on resisting the chest pain.

Cold sweat slowly gathered on his forehead.

When the atmosphere in the carriage became more and more dull, the carriage passed through the almost empty street in the early morning and finally arrived at Zhaowenfang.