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

"emperor?"

Looking at Zhu Feng's deeper and deeper eyes, Nan Yan subconsciously felt something was wrong.

She stood in front of Zhu Feng and whispered softly: "Ari Silan went to the servant's house, and his jade, is there something ulterior to tell?"

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her clear eyes, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Yes."

"..."

"He, there are some problems in Lao Guo, which may be related to that Yu Jue."

"what?"

"But now, I have no way to be completely sure about this."

"that--"

Seeing Nan Yan's brows frowned and a worried expression on her face, Zhu Feng's gentle palm touched her head.

Nan Yan pressed his head and swallowed the words behind.

Zhu Feng said softly: "But don't think too much about this matter."

"..."

"I just ask you clearly."

"..."

"All you have to do is to maintain your body."

Nan Yan looked at him with wide eyes and nodded obediently.

Zhu Feng smiled with satisfaction, reached out his hand to pick up the tea she brewed, and took a sip. It was slightly hot, just enough to dispel the chill from him.

He stayed to accompany her for dinner and confirmed that she had a good appetite, and he was relieved.

He asked her a few words and left.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. Fortunately, lanterns were hung under the eaves near and far, barely illuminating the road in the yard.

However, Zhu Feng did not look at the road at all.

After living here for more than ten years, he knew where he went with his eyes closed.

When his footsteps stopped, he arrived at the eastern courtyard of the palace.

He walked over and opened the door, and saw the small figure sitting behind the desk. When he heard the door pushing, he closed the book in his hand in shock.

"Father-no, father, father..."

Zhu Feng walked over with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Chengxuan hurriedly retreated to the side of the chair, lowered his head, not daring to move.

Compared to talking and laughing freely in front of Nan Yan and Ran Xiaoyu during the day, facing his father at this time, he seemed a lot dull.

And seeing him like this, Zhu Feng's unpleasant mood originally added a bit of unhappiness.

"Why, did you forget that I have returned to Peiping?"

"No, son, the son just didn't expect that the emperor would come to see his son when he was so late."

Zhu Feng glanced at him, walked slowly behind the desk, and picked up the book he had just read.

"Seven Books of Wujing".

Turning his head and looking at Zhu Chengxuan, the child smiled carefully at him.

However, Zhu Feng didn't have the slightest smile on his face.

He opened the drawer under the desk, and inside it was an unfolded book.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be a medical book.

When he saw him, Zhu Chengxuan turned pale with fright and fell to his knees with a puff: "Father."

Zhu Feng's face was gloomy, and he said angrily: "You, are you willing to be mad at me?"

"..."

"I have spent half my life on horseback, dealing with swords, but my son is busy between these bottles and pots, soups and herbs!"

"..."

"How can I have a son like you!"

Zhu Chengxuan knelt on the ground in fright, shivering: "Father, please calm down your anger..."

He was still young, and at this time he was scared to tears.

However, Zhu Feng was even more furious when he saw him crying bitterly.

"A man bleeds without tears, what do you look like?!"

Just when he was still pointing at Zhu Chengxuan to scold, suddenly, he saw a paragraph written by Zhu Chengxuan in the medical book--

It is necessary to add the taste of dispelling evil in the correction, and the evil will retreat from it, and the righteousness will flourish, and the evil will disappear without fighting. Fang Yong Qu Ke Soup...