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

Maybe, it's not hesitation, just pure fear.

Just now, even though Ye Wei said, "It's good to kill in dreams," it was just a joke, but King Yan was born, and he has seen him kill more than one person in the past two days without blinking his eyes.

Who knows what he will be like at night?

Nan Yan was anxious, but as time passed, she couldn't stand at the door all the time. Seeing that the surrounding area was pitch black, there was no sound at all, she could only muster the courage, push the door and walk in. .

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a flash of cold light flashing past him.

"what!"

She exclaimed in shock, and took a step back subconsciously. Who knew that her heel tripped on the threshold, she suddenly fell to sit down.

Zhu Feng held a sword flower in his backhand, retracted the long sword into the scabbard with a "cang" sound, then raised his head and looked at her blankly.

In addition to practicing the sword every morning, one thing before he fell asleep every night was to wipe the sword and keep the blade sharp, unexpectedly, it scared her like this.

It's true, just afraid of death.

Nan Yan hurriedly walked in and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me."

Zhu Feng didn't say a word, just turned around and put the long sword by his pillow, and then said coldly: "Isn't it closed yet?"

Nan Yan hurried in and closed the door with his backhand.

In the summer, even at night, after closing the door like this, the empty hall still seemed a little dull, but she didn't dare to say anything. After serving King Yan, drinking water and getting dressed, he went to bed and went to bed, Nan Yan left. Sit down on the stool Ye Yu said in the corner.

There is only one candlelight left in the huge Wuying Hall, which can only illuminate the square inch of the ground, and the other large areas are heavy and gloomy, as if countless black veils were hanging in front of the eyes.

Wan Lai was quiet, even without wind.

Nan Yan tried her best to control her breathing, because she felt that her breathing seemed a little abrupt in such silence, but her breathing became lower, and her heartbeat became a little heavier.

Like drumming, I don’t know if others can hear it.

She subconsciously opened her eyes and looked at the bed at the corner of the wall. After Zhu Feng got on the bed, there was no sound at all. Did she fall asleep so soon?

Still thinking about things?

Nan Yan craned his neck subconsciously to look, but heard a snoring sound in the quiet hall.

Really fell asleep.

However, no matter if he falls asleep, he will be able to pass well tonight after falling asleep. Nan Yan has always worried that if he can't fall asleep, he will let himself serve tea and pour water. If he offends him again, it will be difficult to do this. She breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the corner of the wall and closed her eyes.

Gradually, drowsiness came and slowly surrounded her.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, suddenly, a very soft sound came from the empty hall, as if something fell softly to the ground.

Although it was very light, Nan Yan always slept lightly, and it was the first time tonight tonight to give King Yan a night, she was naturally alert and immediately opened her eyes.

It turned out that the quilt on the bed fell off.

King Yan was sleeping on the bed in his snow-white, thin close-fitting pajamas. Following his voice, he could see his thick and strong chest undulating evenly.

Nan Yan supported the wall to stand, and was about to walk over to help him pick up the quilt, but the words that Ye Hao said just flashed through his mind--

Our princes were born in the army, so kill in dreams!

She suddenly hesitated.