Speaking of this, seeing Si Nanyan tremble involuntarily, she was obviously frightened. Since she is so timid, how dare she say those words just now
This little girl is really annoying.
Although Ye Zheng is younger than her, he has been with King Yan for many years, and he is very experienced. He didn't say anything thoroughly, but said: "You have a good rest, the days to come - you will be tired." gone."
After speaking, he sighed, shook his head, and ran out quickly.
Although his last sentence was a kindly exhortation, Si Nanyan could not help but turn pale when he heard it like a mournful voice.
King Yan made himself a slave without a title, and followed him as an servant
Being a slave without a title, that is to say, I became a slave all of a sudden - of course, compared to those palace ladies and select servants who died under the knife, I was already very lucky.
But following Yan Wang's side...
Doesn't this make it clear that he wants to keep himself by his side to torture him? Besides, Yan Wang is so moody, he kills people at every turn, and if he really wants to be by his side as a servant, how many days can he live
Maybe, it's not as fun as those who were killed with a single knife.
Having just eaten half a bowl of porridge, and finally gathering up some strength, Nan Yan slowly raised her hand, and slapped her on the mouth.
"Let you talk more!"
Only then did He Yi, who was standing outside the courtyard, heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Si Nanyan's expression of regret, he repeatedly slapped his own mouth, and couldn't help laughing. The cold moonlight illuminated a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. , but the next moment, his gaze became deep again, and he turned and left.
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This night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, Zhu Feng got up.
Before dawn, he walked outside the hall, and practiced a set of sword skills as usual in Yanwang Mansion and in the barracks.
Over the years guarding the border, martial arts cannot be neglected, and it has almost become a means for him to vent the karma-like energy in his heart. The three-foot long sword is like a dragon in his hand, gradually turning into several cold lights, shocked by the light , The gust of wind followed, shaking the leaves on the treetops to fall, and flying with the wind of swords.
Si Nanyan followed Ye Zheng in from the outside, and saw this scene as soon as he looked up.
Zhu Feng didn't feel them at all. His aura was almost integrated with the sharp sword energy. There seemed to be an invisible force all over his body. Even the black and soft jacket on his body was due to this force. He became abnormal with strength, raised his hands and feet, his clothes were like clouds, and he followed the wind lightly.
Nan Yan immediately stayed there.
In the last gesture, Zhu Feng retracted his sword and stood still, his breath restrained. The fallen leaves were flying around him just now, and now they fluttered down like a butterfly with broken wings.
He turned around slowly, and saw Si Nanyan and Ye Zheng standing under the eaves.
He walked over, walked up to Nan Yan, and looked down at her.
She was half dead yesterday, but she looked much better at this time, but her face was still a little pale, and the corners of her eyes were a little haggard, as if it was last night—she must have not slept well.
He suddenly felt a little irritable again, what the hell did he care about
Thinking of this, his breath sank a little.
There was a little sweat on her body, plus his breath, which was warm, even a little hot, blowing on Nan Yan's face all of a sudden, she looked up at Zhu Feng in a daze, not knowing what he was going to do.