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

I don't know if it was an illusion. When he finished speaking, Nan Yan trembled when he heard Zhu Feng's steady breath.

"..."

After being silent for a while, Zhu Feng put down his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

There is no expression on his face.

He glanced at Nan Yan with eager and guilty eyes, then looked at the bowl of soup on the table, and asked Ran Xiaoyu: "You made it?"

"Yes."

After asking this sentence, he didn't say anything more, picked it up and drank it.

Nan Yan looked at him with wide eyes.

Even Ran Xiaoyu's eyes widened.

You must know that Ye Yu was unconscious and refused to drink the soup she made. It turned out that she was a little guilty when she saw the imperial concubine being pushed to the emperor. She was afraid that if something was wrong with the soup, wouldn't it be a murder to the emperor.

However, seeing Zhu Feng finished drinking, he didn't change his face, only wiped his mouth and handed her the bowl.

Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "The emperor, this--"

Zhu Feng said: "Your craftsmanship, just practice again."

"...!"

Ran Xiaoyu was moved when he heard him say this.

Actually, I have done my best today, and I blame the few guys in the kitchen for making them burn the stove badly. Either the fire is too big or the fire is too small. That’s why I made my bowl of soup boil. In this way.

However, the emperor looks like this, it seems to be all right.

So he smiled and said, "The slave and maid obeyed the order."

After speaking, he went out with an empty bowl.

Nan Yan was also a little surprised. I didn't expect Zhu Feng to drink a bowl without any problems. Is it just that I was too cautious?

When Ran Xiaoyu's back disappeared outside the door, Nan Yan turned his head to look at Zhu Feng: "The emperor--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhu Feng's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Not only did the eyebrows be twisted into a pimple, but even a face wrinkled together. Zhu Feng opened his mouth, almost spit out his tongue, and said in a deep voice: "Water, pour me water!"

"Oh? Oh!"

Nan Yan didn't care about the others, so he hurried over and poured a glass of water into his hand.

Zhu Feng poured into his mouth when he took it.

Dun Dun Dun, after a few sounds, the cup was empty.

But the bitterness on Zhu Feng's face was not cleaned, and he could still see his brows furrowed and the corners of his eyes reddened slightly. One can imagine how uncomfortable he was just now.

It is even more conceivable, what kind of monster he drank.

Nan Yan just thought about it, and felt bitter in his mouth, lying on the table with a lingering expression on his face, and asked with concern: "My lord, is it better?"

"..."

"Would you like some preserves?"

"..."

"The concubine brought some, do you want to eat some?"

Seeing her caring, she didn't expect that the bowl of soup just now was given to someone else.

Zhu Feng gritted her teeth and finally suppressed the writhing in her stomach, then stretched out her hand and squeezed her face firmly: "Si Nanyan!"

"emperor……"

"Are you trying to rebel against the king, or murder your husband?"

"..."

"If you don't drink this thing, just push it to me?"

Nan Yan's mouth was cracked to the root of his ears by him, but he didn't dare to argue. He only laughed and said, "I don't know that my concubine will be so unpleasant, but the emperor didn't have any expressions just after drinking it."

"you--"

Zhu Feng really wanted to strangle her, but she couldn't do anything.

She can only twist her face hard, twist a few hard, and then let go.

Said: "If I don't show up like that, do you think this can be the case?"