After saying these words, he felt that the fragrant, soft body in his arms trembled slightly.
Even her breathing was suffocated.
So, holding her in his arms, he whispered, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yan lay on his chest, frowning slightly, not knowing what to say for a while.
concubine...
Zhu Feng actually wanted to register himself as a concubine.
However, she has been in the palace for so long, and she has been selected as a servant of Emperor Wen before, so she is not ignorant of the concubine's grade and status in the harem.
For an ordinary woman to enter the palace, to climb to this position, she does not know how many methods she will use and how many years of suffering.
Even talent, appearance, and family background are indispensable.
and myself—
Looking at her slightly frowned brows and solemn expression, Zhu Feng guessed that this girl might be thinking too far, so he said, "What are you thinking about?"
"..."
Nan Yan was silent for a long time, then raised her head to look at him, and said timidly, "Your Majesty, can I really be your concubine?"
"certainly!"
Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows.
"This time guarding Beiping City, you have made great contributions to me. There are so many people in the harem, and there are not many people who can solve my worries and problems like you."
"..."
"As for your family background - this time I go back, I will find a way to put your family members in the court as officials."
"..."
"Of course, what happens next depends on them."
"..."
"In short, I will arrange these things, so you don't have to worry."
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him. Although it sounded like Zhu Feng had considered everything and even made arrangements, there was still no relaxed expression on her face. On the contrary, her eyes looked a little more serious.
Zhu Feng hugged her and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
"..."
"what's on your mind?"
Under his constant questioning, Nan Yan finally said softly: "My servant is actually not worried about others, but worried about what the courtiers think, this servant is just worried—"
"worry about what?"
She raised her head and said softly: "Does the emperor really think that slaves can be your concubines?"
"..."
Zhu Feng thought for a while, and suddenly understood.
It turned out that she was worried about this.
Couldn't help being angry and funny, Zhu Feng gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and pinched her: "You, dare to question my vision?"
Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "No, it's not—"
She was stuttering, and she was a little dizzy after being steamed by the hot water, and she didn't know what to say.
Zhu Feng laughed angrily at her appearance.
Seeing his smile, Nan Yan felt her heart throbbing and her mind became even more confused.
She said in a daze, "I just feel that I am not good enough."
It seemed that she was the only one who made Zhu Feng angry every day.
He was so angry every day that he screamed to strangle himself.
Zhu Feng looked down at her and said, "You, indeed, have things that are not good enough..."
Nan Yan was suddenly a little frustrated.
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, smiled faintly, and said, "However, I like it too."
Nan Yan looked at him with wide eyes in surprise: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng smiled, hugged the small, fragrant body tightly in his arms, and said: "You are the one I like, good or bad. I say you can do it, so you can do it. "
After finishing speaking, he pinched her chin forcefully: "Don't refute me! You are getting more and more courageous now!"
"..."
Seeing his almost "overbearing" appearance, Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.
She snuggled tightly into his arms.