Chapter 1309 Why, tears

"Keep it, and use it to chop wood or kill a chicken in the future."

After saying that, he put it back into his sleeve.

Hearing this, Zhu Feng felt inexplicably angry even though it had nothing to do with him. However, he felt a sense of repression that he couldn't vent his anger. He could only watch her turn around and walk away in a swagger.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

Seeing Nan Yan leave like this, Feng Qianyan, who had originally planned to humiliate her, frowned. After several exchanges, Si Nan Yan didn't suffer any loss, but he was scared by her using a weapon and broke into cold sweats.

how so?

Why is it that even though she has fallen into the mire, she still cannot defeat him?!

She was indignant, but didn't know what to do. She just had a vague feeling that the dagger was not simple. You know, such sharp weapons were not allowed to appear in the harem, but she could actually carry such a dagger with her. I'm afraid it has something to do with Zhu Feng.

It's just that he can't remember it now.

Thinking of this, she became nervous again, fearing that Zhu Feng had remembered something. Turning around, she saw Zhu Feng gritting his teeth. Looking at his receding figure, she felt a little panicked. She hurried to Zhu Feng's side and said softly, "Your Majesty..."

As she spoke, a pair of delicate hands gently stroked Zhu Feng's arm.

Her voice was sweet and sticky. She was originally trying to act coquettishly, but when she touched Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng suddenly turned his head and looked at her, which scared her so much that she swallowed the rest of her words.

His gaze—so scary.

His eyes were a little red, like an angry tiger. Moreover, as soon as my fingers touched his body, I felt that his whole body was tense, like a bow that was stretched to the extreme.

The suppressed anger inside, even if not expressed, makes people feel uneasy.

Feng Qianyan took a step back in fright.

Zhu Feng said nothing, turned around, walked back to his seat and sat down.

The constantly flapping flames illuminated his handsome face with clear contours, but could not illuminate the bottomless haze in his eyes.

Feng Qianyan couldn't help biting her lower lip.

Since she was pregnant with a dragon seed, she should have been the most favored and the one that made Zhu Feng the happiest. But why did Si Nanyan mess up everything just by coming here?

She gritted her teeth and looked back, but Nan Yan's figure had disappeared.

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Everyone on this side was thinking about what the imperial concubine had just said. It was almost a provocation to the emperor and was simply outrageous.

Nan Yan, naturally, also left in a carefree manner.

However, when she slowly walked back to her camp, for some reason, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead and became heavier and heavier.

Seeing that she was staggering, Ran Xiaoyu rushed forward and supported her: "My Lady!"

Nan Yan was in a trance for a moment.

She turned around and saw that it was Ran Xiaoyu, and smiled at her.

"Xiaoyu."

"My Lady."

"Did you just see that?"

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her and hesitated for a moment: "I saw it."

"I'm awesome, right?"

“…”

"Feng Qianyan, does she think that just because she became Consort Ning and got pregnant with the dragon seed, she can step on my head? That's eight hundred years too early!"

“…”

"Even if I have nothing and am nobody, the three words 'Sinanyan' are not something she can step on!"

She talked to herself, while Ran Xiaoyu just looked at her silently.

At this moment, he reached out his hand to touch her face and whispered, "My Lady, don't cry."

“……!”

Nan Yan was stunned.

She reached out her hand in astonishment and realized that a tear had unconsciously fallen from her eyes.