Chapter 20: Let You Talk Too Much!
Having said that, I saw Si Nanyan shiver involuntarily, obviously frightened. If she was so timid, how could she dare to say those words just now?
This little girl is really a worry.
Although Ye Zheng was younger than her, he had been with the King of Yan for many years and was very experienced. He did not elaborate, but only said, "You should have a good rest. The next few days will be very tiring for you."
After saying that, he sighed, shook his head, and ran out quickly.
Although his last words were a kind reminder, to Si Nanyan, they sounded like mourning music and her face turned pale.
The King of Yan stripped me of my nationality and made me a slave, serving him as a servant?
Being deprived of statehood and becoming a slave, that is to say, she was turned into a slave in an instant - of course, compared to those palace maids and concubines who died under the swords, she was already very lucky.
But following the King of Yan...
Isn't this clearly a plan to keep me by his side and torture me? Besides, the Prince of Yan is so capricious and kills people at the drop of a hat. If I really have to follow him around and do his bidding, how many days can I expect to survive?
Maybe it's not as painless as those who were killed with one blow.
Nan Yan had just eaten half a bowl of porridge and had finally gathered up some strength. She slowly raised her hand and slapped herself on the mouth.
"Tell you to keep talking!"
It was not until then that He Yi, who was standing outside the courtyard gate, breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Si Nan Yan's face full of regret, slapped his mouth repeatedly, and couldn't help laughing. The cold moonlight illuminated a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but the next moment, his eyes became deep again, and he turned and left.
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The night passed quickly.
Zhu Feng got up early the next morning.
Before daybreak, he walked outside the palace and practiced a set of sword techniques as he usually did in Prince Yan's mansion and in the military camp.
During these years of guarding the border, he could not neglect his martial arts, which almost became a means for him to vent the energy in his heart that was like the fire of karma. The three-foot-long sword in his hand was like a dragon, gradually turning into several cold lights. The light shook the wind, and the leaves on the treetops fell down and flew away with the sword wind.
Si Nanyan followed Ye Zheng in from outside and saw this scene as soon as she looked up.
Zhu Feng didn't feel them at all. His breath almost merged with the sharp sword energy. There seemed to be an invisible force around him. Even the black, soft casual clothes on his body became abnormal because of this force. Every time he raised his hands and moved his feet, his clothes fluttered like clouds, moving in the wind.
Nan Yan suddenly stood there.
In the last move, Zhu Feng put away his sword and stood still, restraining his breath. The fallen leaves that had just been flying around him now floated down like butterflies with broken wings.
He slowly turned around and saw Si Nanyan and Ye Zheng standing under the eaves.
He walked over, until he was in front of Nan Yan, and looked down at her.
She was half dead yesterday, but now she looks much better, but her face is still a little pale, and there is a little haggardness in the corners of her eyes, as if she must not have slept well last night.
He suddenly felt a little annoyed again. Why should he care about this?
Thinking of this, my breathing became heavier.
She was sweating a little, and his breath, which was warm, even a little hot, blew on Nan Yan's face. She looked up at Zhu Feng blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.
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