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

Munch raised his eyebrows slightly.

He thought for a while, then said: "Now, don't worry."

Ajislan said: "Wait?"

"Wait!"

"..."

"Some things, we have been preparing for so long, so we don't care about waiting for a while. Besides, if something goes wrong, we'll give up all our efforts."

"That's right." Ajislan nodded.

After Munch finished speaking, a little smile appeared on his face: "I, I also want to care more about Nanming County Lord."

Ajislan looked at the little piece of paper without speaking.

Munch turned his head to look at him, and said with a faint smile, "What about you? Do you have anything you want to say to her?"

Ajislan was silent for a while, and shook her head: "Even if I want to say, she probably doesn't want to listen."

"..."

"This time, if it weren't for me to come forward, take her grandmother, take her again, and take her along the road, she would not have suffered so much. In case this time, she would really have something accidental. ,that--"

Speaking of which, he couldn't say anything anymore.

Munch glanced at him.

Ajislan stood up and said, "Since the emperor said that we have to wait for that matter, then I will go down and see if there is anything else that needs to be prepared."

"Yeah." Munch nodded and said, "Also, those of us over there should also pay attention."

"Yes. Weichen resigned."

Munch also stood up holding the pigeon and said, "I will go out with you."

Ajislan said: "Where is the emperor going?"

Munch walked outside with him and said, "The weather is so good, I will go to the harem."

"..."

Ajislan gave him a strange look.

He knew very well that since Munch became the throne, officials in the court, including the princes, have given him a lot of beauties, but because of this, Munch seldom goes to the harem.

Everyone knows that the tenderness of beautiful women is a trap for men.

But today, he took the initiative to go to the harem.

Arislan said, "The emperor, who are you going to go?"

Munch did not speak, but lowered his head, stroked the cooing pigeon in his arms, smiled, turned and walked towards the harem.

Ajislan watched his back disappear in front, was silent for a while, then turned and left.

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In the next few days, Nan Yan raised her baby in peace in the Yanwang Mansion.

Li Langzhong called for her pulse every day, so her body recovered very quickly. After the first two months, her belly began to grow significantly.

It's like a small pot, clasped on the stomach.

After the initial freshness passed, trouble also followed. The belly was big, the waist was so sore, and gradually, the calf became a little swollen.

After dinner, Xiaoyu would support her and walk around the yard several times.

Zhu Feng ordered it.

Because the doctor said, pregnant women need to exercise more, so that when they give birth in the future, they can go smoothly.

After walking a few laps, Nan Yan began to sneer: "I'm so tired, Xiaoyu, let's go back."

"No. It's said that there will be five laps every day, this is only three laps."

"But I'm really tired and can't walk anymore."

Nan Yan grabbed her hand and shook it, acting bitterly, "Look, my legs are swollen."

Ran Xiaoyu was originally very hard-hearted, but since Nan Yan became pregnant, a series of pregnancy reactions have made her feel distressed. When Nan Yan acted like a baby, she was a bit lost.

But at this moment, Zhu Feng's voice came from behind: "Can't walk anymore? Shall I take you on my shoulders?"

Upon hearing his voice, Nan Yan shivered in fright: "Hey!"

Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly turned around, and said to Zhu Feng: "The servant maid worships the emperor."

Nan Yan turned his head cautiously, and saw Zhu Feng slowly walk in from outside.

Because he was in the Yan Palace, he no longer wore the dragon robe every day like in the Jinling Palace, but he could dress more casually.

Today's dark blue long gown, although simple, fits well, and the jade-colored belt is tightly tied, making him more humble and graceful.

The appearance of walking in under the sun made Nan Yan's eyes widened.

Then, he couldn't help but looked down at his stomach like a pot lid.

Zhu Feng came over and said to Ran Xiaoyu: "You can withdraw."

"Yes."

Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly retreated.

Zhu Feng walked over step by step and grabbed her wrist.

Nan Yan immediately persuaded, and said softly: "The emperor..."

"Why, do you really want me to carry you?"

"Don't dare, my concubine doesn't dare, but—" she said softly, "I'm really tired."

"..."

Listening to her soft voice, Zhu Feng originally wanted to be stubborn, but he was a little bit stubborn. Especially, seeing her half-old belly, her waist must be very sore, not comparable to usual.

So he sighed and said softly: "Walk around again."

"..."

"I brought you fresh sweet-scented osmanthus cake, walk around and eat it."

"Really?"

Nan Yan's eyes lit up when he heard fresh sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and he grabbed Zhu Feng's wrist with his backhand: "Go, go!"

At this moment, he walked like flying, where is the shadow of the weak and weak just now?

Zhu Feng was so angry and funny by her, but there was no way.

This circle was almost a trot, and soon finished. Nan Yan happily returned to the room. Sure enough, he saw a plate of fragrant osmanthus cake on the table. He couldn't wait to pick up one and put it into his mouth.

"So sweet!"

She narrowed her eyes when she ate: "It's sweeter than what I've eaten before."

"This is the newly opened sweet-scented osmanthus this year. Pick the first stubble and make it for you."

"good to eat!"

Nanyan had two mouthfuls and was very satisfied.

Zhu Feng smiled and shook his head, reaching out to wipe off the powdered sugar from her mouth.

These days, Nan Yan's appetite is much bigger than before. She was greedy at first, and now she can eat even more, but unfortunately, after eating so many things, she didn't know where it was spent.

There is still not much meat on his body.

Only the belly is obviously bigger.

Zhu Feng looked at her and said, "You are also really strange. I heard that other pregnant women like to eat sour or spicy. How come you like to eat sweet."

"I don't know, I just want sweet ones."

"I don't know if you are like this, whether you are pregnant with a prince or a princess."

Hearing what he said, Nan Yan put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had bitten and looked up at him: "The emperor wants me to have a prince or a princess?"

Zhu Feng also looked at her.

Said: "Under my knees, there is only Cheng Xuan a son, but I want a daughter."

"..."

"Better like you."

Hearing him say this, Nan Yan laughed immediately.

"but--"

In the next moment, Zhu Feng said again: "I still hope that you give me a son."