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

She struggled to look at Zhu Feng, who was looking at her suspiciously.

Xue Yun said softly: "The emperor...or else, forget it."

"what?"

Zhu Feng couldn't believe her ears, let alone what she said. He frowned and looked at her: "What did you say?"

Xue Yun hesitated for a while, then said softly: "Detoxification...too difficult."

"..."

"And next, it may be more difficult, and it may be harmful to the emperor's dragon body."

"..."

"Weichen, weichen thinks that there is no way to guarantee that there is no error at all. However, for a little injury on the emperor's body, weichen is afraid that he will die. So, so-"

"So what?"

"Why, stop here."

"..."

"Anyway, the emperor has remembered a lot of the past."

"..."

"Just, don't continue."

Zhu Feng's breath sank after hearing what she said, and his face sank.

Xue Yun didn't even dare to look at his eyes, so he lowered his head and said softly: "Weichen, we have done everything that weichen can do. Now, weichen wants to resign and return to his hometown."

Hearing these words, Zhu Feng's face had no expression.

He suddenly stood up, took a big step, and walked in front of Xue Yun.

Xue Yun originally lowered his head, but suddenly felt that he got up and walked over. He raised his head in a panic, and felt the tall body pressing toward him like a mountain. Zhu Feng’s eyes were like the falcons during hunting. She was like trying to grab her soul from her body.

She was frightened and lowered her head again.

Zhu Feng lowered his head and looked at her gloomily, really angry, but the next moment, he saw her hand again.

Because she was too nervous, she originally twisted a silver needle in her hand, but at this time she accidentally pierced her fingertip, and she didn't even know it.

A drop of blood appeared on the slender fingertips.

Zhu Feng's breath sank.

The original feeling of anger suddenly softened at this time, especially the scent she specially formulated for him at the tip of the nose, like an invisible hand, constantly comforting him.

It also made his angry mood a little calmer.

Zhu Feng took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Is this your truth?"

"..."

"Do you really want to go?"

"..."

"But don't forget, this detoxification is not only about what I need to remember, but you also have your own purpose, don't you?"

"..."

"You gave up halfway, did you even give up your own purpose?"

Xue lowered his head vigorously, almost burying his face in his chest.

She was already unable to speak.

He could only make a deep "um" with a thick nasal voice.

Zhu Feng's breath became deeper.

If it was normal, if other courtiers dared to say such things in front of him, or even treated the things he explained in this way, he would have already broken this man into pieces.

But in front of him, facing Xue Yun, who was so scared that he shrank, he didn't know how to start.

He is not stupid either.

He could see that her eyes were in a trance, her mood was low, and he could see that she had even prepared incense and medicine these days, so how could she suddenly propose not to continue detoxifying herself.

Something must have happened to make her say that.

Zhu Feng clenched his fists and said patiently: "You tell me again, do you really want to leave."