"Keep it, and chop firewood in the future, or kill a chicken."
After speaking, he put it back into his sleeve.
Hearing this, although it had nothing to do with him, Zhu Feng felt inexplicably angry. However, he felt a sense of depression that could not express his anger. He could only watch her turn around and swagger. gone.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard.
Seeing Nanyan leave just like that, Feng Qianyan, who was planning to humiliate her, also frowned. After a few tricks just now, Si Nanyan didn't suffer at all. Instead, she was frightened all over by her using a murder weapon. cold sweat.
how so
Why is it that she has already fallen into the quagmire, yet he still can't beat her? !
She was upset in her heart and didn't know what to do. She just vaguely felt that the dagger was not simple. You know, the harem prevented such a sharp weapon from appearing, but she was able to carry such a dagger with her. Feng has something to do with it.
It's just that he can't remember now.
Thinking of this, she was a little nervous again, for fear that Zhu Feng would think of something. When she turned her head, she saw Zhu Feng gritted her teeth and looked at the distant figure. She panicked and hurried to Zhu Feng's side. Said softly: "The emperor..."
While speaking, a pair of slender hands caressed Zhu Feng's arm.
Her voice was sweet and greasy, and she originally wanted to act coquettishly, but when he touched Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng suddenly turned his head to look at her, and swallowed her words in fright.
His gaze was—terrible.
His eyes were a little red, like a raging tiger, and as soon as his fingers touched his body, he felt that his whole body was tense, like a bow being pulled to the extreme.
The suppressed anger inside, even if it didn't come out, still makes people's heart tremble.
Feng Qianyan took a step back in fright.
But Zhu Feng didn't say a word, turned around, walked back to his seat, and sat down.
The constantly fluttering flames illuminated his well-defined and handsome face, but could not illuminate the bottomless haze in his eyes at this moment.
Feng Qianyan couldn't help biting her lower lip.
Being pregnant with a dragon seed, she was supposed to be the most favored and the one that made Zhu Feng the happiest, but why, Si Nanyan just came here and messed up everything!
She gritted her teeth and looked back, but Nan Yan's back had disappeared.
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Everyone on this side is thinking about what the imperial concubine said just now, which is almost a provocation to the emperor, and they are simply acting recklessly.
Nanyan, of course, walked in a chic way.
However, when she slowly walked back to her camp, for some reason, her legs seemed to be filled with lead and became heavier and heavier.
Seeing that she was staggering a little, Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly rushed forward, and supported her: "Your Majesty!"
Nan Yan was in a daze.
She turned her head, saw that it was Ran Xiaoyu, and smiled at her.
"Xiaoyu."
"Ma'am."
"Did you see it just now?"
Ran Xiaoyu looked at her, hesitated for a moment: "The servant saw it."
"I'm good."
"..."
"Feng Qianyan, did she think that if she became Concubine Ning and conceived a dragon seed, she would be able to step on me? Eight hundred years earlier!"
"..."
"Even if I have nothing and no one, but the word 'Si Nanyan' is not something she can step on!"
She was talking to herself, while Ran Xiaoyu looked at her silently.
At this time, he stretched out his hand to caress her face, and said softly: "Mother, you—don't cry."
"...!"
Nan Yan was taken aback.
She stretched out her hand in amazement, only to realize that a tear had dripped down unconsciously in her eyes.
(end of this chapter)