Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant's First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine Chapter 29

Edited by: Al Farouk

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Whether Ye Zheng's words were true or false. These days, Nan Yan saw with her own eyes that Zhu Feng was indeed ruthless. Just now, she also saw him put his sword next to the pillow.

What if she walked past and was killed while he was dreaming?

At the thought of this, she sat down quietly.

But with that on her mind, she could no longer sit and doze off like she had done before. The soft, long, drooping quilt was actually on the ground. But, it seemed like it was weighing her body down and keeping her from getting up. But she also knew that even though it was an extremely hot day, it would still be cool in the evening.

If he sleeps like this for a night. Tomorrow, will Yan Wang not catch a cold and get sick?

With this thought in mind. She hesitated before standing up against the wall and walking softly till she was near the area around bed.

Zhu Feng was still fast asleep, his breathing was heavy and his snoring was increasingly getting louder. The flame from the bedside candle was even trembling slightly.

Nan Yan could not help remembering yesterday in the Imperial Canopy hall. He angrily rebuked General Chen Fu, his voice was so deep and resounding. Even a cup on the table was shaken off and shattered into pieces. And right after, when she picked up the fragments, she cut her hand.

Nan Yan could not help raising her hand to look at the tiny scar on her fingertip, it was no longer painful. But sometimes there was a slight itch.

She sighed and walked up cautiously.

This bed was probably temporarily moved from one of the emperor's many courtyards from far away. It was not a big bed. With a tall man like Zhu Feng sleeping on it, his enormous hands and feet were wide open like there was no room for them. No wonder when he would fall asleep the quilt would fall down to the ground.

She bent down cautiously, picking up the corner of the quilt and slowly covered the top of Zhu Feng's body.

He was still snoring and did not know that anything had happened.

Nan Yan looked down at him and could not help laughing. Then turn around to prepare for a quiet exit.

But as soon as she turned around, suddenly she heard the man behind her seemed to move.Then came the sound of something falling to the ground.

Looking back, Zhu Feng had turned over and kicked the quilt off the bed again.

Nan Yan frowned.

"What is this? "

Is this a good dream about killing? This is a good dream about kicking a quilt, right?

However, when she picked up the quilt and was prepared to cover Zhu Feng back up. She found that his forehead was covered with a fine and dense sweat, and his handsome eyebrows were wrinkled together. The thin lips were slightly opening and closing as he gently spit out two words.

"Do not!"

"……!"

Si Nan Yan was surprised and her eyes widened.

Yan Wang being like this, could it be a nightmare?

He was sweating profusely, as if his neck had been strangled, and his breathing was becoming rough.Nan Yan felt that there was something wrong and did not dare to utter a word. She could only take a fan and gently fan him.

A cool breeze came to Zhu Feng's face. Gradually, he seemed to be much more comfortable. His face calmed down.

Nan Yan did not know why she wanted to laugh. But she did not expect that Zhu Feng, who was always brave on the battlefield. Yet he would have nightmares and look scared.

Watching him calm down significantly, Nan Yan was also relieved. As she was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly a hand reached out and caught her wrist.Nan Yan was frightened and jumped back.

Zhu Feng lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

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