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

What happened on this day seemed to them just a small disturbance.

Even this storm never left the court of the imperial concubine.

After that, nothing happened again. The entire captain's mansion seemed to calm down again, but after a few days, two more things happened.

The first is the imperial concubine's request to the emperor.

That is to say, since the sand bandits in Reyue Bend have been cleaned up and they have met with the special envoy of the Parthian nation, the imperial concubine feels that it is always unfavorable to raise a fetus in Shazhouwei, and hopes that the emperor can leave for Beijing as soon as possible.

Originally this matter, Zhu Feng still hesitated.

Not to mention anything else, Nanyan's severe morning sickness alone has been bothering him.

If this is bumpy all the way, I don't know what she will feel like.

However, the strange thing is that the imperial concubine's morning sickness is cured without medicine, as if the fetus's fetal position is right now, and the imperial concubine is no longer nauseous and nauseous. In this way, Zhu Feng is naturally very happy.

So he also made an order to let everyone prepare to leave for Beijing.

The second thing was that Cheng Guo Gong was ill.

When she heard the news, Nan Yan was sitting with Zhu Feng for dinner. She listened and only blinked.

But Zhu Feng asked: "Why are you suddenly sick?"

Xiao Shunzi, who came to report to the report, said: "This, the slave and maid also don't know, but I heard from the people in the pharmacy below that the Lord's body is not happy in the past two days. He has been taking the medicine for two consecutive days and has not seen it well."

"Oh……"

Zhu Feng listened and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was still eating, and said, "After dinner, I will take a look."

"Yes."

Xiao Shunzi immediately withdrew.

Nan Yan sat aside, holding the bowl and chopsticks, and didn't say anything, only when Zhu Feng gave her another piece of meat, she ate it obediently.

Zhu Feng looked at her and said, "You are much better now."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Look at what the emperor said, the concubine is not sick."

Zhu Feng said: "Of course I know that you are not sick, but I am still worried when I see you vomiting like that. It's better now, and your morning sickness is not so serious. Wang Baizhi also said that the fetal condition is stable and it is possible to start. Back to Beijing."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "It's just that my concubine is better here, but Guo Gong fell ill."

She said, looking at Zhu Feng: "He, won't it affect our return to Beijing?"

Zhu Feng thought for a while and said, "Go and see before you talk."

After a short while, after having dinner, Zhu Feng took a short break before going over. At this moment, Nan Yan got up and walked to him: "The emperor, why don't you go with you to visit the Duke."

"you?"

Zhu Feng was a little surprised.

You know, they are very clear in their hearts that there is a disparity between the noble concubine and the grandfather, and the noble concubine does not have to see if the grandfather is ill.

Nan Yan smiled and said: "Just in such a small captain's mansion, the emperor has gone, and it seems a bit unreasonable if the concubine does not go to see the country."

But Zhu Feng was still thinking about Gu Yiyou and Tong Sinian.

You know, this incident caused these two young people to be dumb, and it also caused Tong Sinian's lifelong disability. Can Nan Yan swallow this breath?

Or--

He glanced at Nan Yan, then thought about it, and said, "Let's go."

So, the two of them arrived at the residence of Guo Gong.

Shazhouwei’s Duwei’s mansion said it was not big, but so many people still live in their own courtyards, and if they don’t have the intention to come and go, they will almost never disturb each other.

Nan Yan was also the first time to come to the residence of Guo Gong.

This courtyard is smaller and more secluded than the one on my own, and there are very few people who serve.

Only the people he had brought guarded the door, and when the emperor and noble concubines came personally, they all knelt down to greet them.

Zhu Feng only asked: "Where is the country's father?"

Wu Mian, his nephew, who has been following Master Cheng, immediately stepped forward. After giving a big gift, he cautiously said: "If you return to the emperor, your uncle is still lying in it."

"Why, can't afford to get sick anymore?"

"Actually, it's not that I can't afford to get sick. It's just that these days, his old man is always inexplicably nauseous. He eats one point and vomits out nine points. When people are old, they naturally can't stand the toss and can't get up. Up."

"Oh……"

Hearing this symptom, Zhu Feng was slightly startled.

He glanced at Nan Yan subconsciously.

Nan Yan said with a look of concern: "Let's go in and take a look."

Then Wu Mian didn't expect that the imperial concubine who had been at odds with Concubine Hui and Guogong would actually come in person, and did not dare to say anything, and hurriedly led them in.

Entering the room, the light in the room is dim.

An old man who was so thin and haggard who was almost out of shape sat leaning on the head of the bed.

He was originally thin and weak. At this time, his whole person was like a sack that had been emptied. He sat dying and leaned there, almost only the breath that came out, and no breath that came in.

Zhu Feng walked over and said softly: "Guo Duke."

Hearing this voice, Wu Yingqiu, who was originally dozing off, opened his eyes. When he saw Zhu Feng, his eyes lit up: "The emperor!"

He hurriedly got up to salute.

Zhu Feng immediately raised his hand to stop him, let Wu Mian support him, and said, "Guo Gong is seriously ill, so don't be polite."

Wu Ying begged this to reluctantly sit back.

When he raised his head, he saw Nan Yan's figure standing behind Zhu Feng, his eyes suddenly darkened.

But still gritted his teeth and reluctantly said: "The old minister is rude, the imperial concubine."

Nan Yan just smiled and said: "Guo Gong is sick like this, how can we give it more courtesy? Take a good breath."

As he said, he turned his head to look at Wu Mian: "You just said that the grandpa has been nauseous and vomiting in recent days. What's the matter? Did you eat the wrong thing? Or—"

Wu Mian was so distraught about this matter, when he heard the imperial concubine's question, he suddenly frowned.

"The villain doesn't know what's going on."

"..."

"Uncle he suddenly did that."

Nan Yan listened and turned to Zhu Feng and said: "The emperor, the country is still good, and he did his best for the emperor to eradicate the hot moon bend sand bandits. Why did he suddenly fall ill? has a problem!"

Zhu Feng turned to look at her.

Nan Yan said: "The emperor should have someone thoroughly investigate this matter immediately and give the grandpa an explanation!"

"..."

Zhu Feng fell silent, but Wu Yingqi, who was lying on the bed, panicked at this time.

Busily propped up tremblingly, and said breathlessly: "No, no, the old minister is fine."

Nan Yan looked at him: "Guo Duke?"

Wu Yingqiu smiled at her, but that smile was uglier than crying: "The old minister is just old, weak and sick, and there is no other reason. Please also ask the emperor and the concubine to give it to you."

Nan Yan sighed: "The country's father dedicated himself to death for the emperor's affairs. Why should he be so seriously ill and not take it seriously?"

"Really, it really doesn't matter."

Wu Yingqiu grumbled in his heart, but he could only hold on: "Thank you for your care."