When he said these words, Nanyan's whole body was covered in cold sweat.

As soon as this man heard her words, he was already about to step out of the door and stopped, and he slowly turned his head to look at Nanyan.

"Do you know who I am?"

Nanyan said with some difficulty: "King Yan, Your Highness." ”

“”

A strange glint flashed in the man's eyes.

And Nanyan can almost be sure that he is not wrong, let alone guessed, the man in front of him is none other than His Royal Highness King Yan.

The fourth son of Emperor Gaozu, he was the uncle of today's son.

King Yan - Zhu Feng!

His Royal Highness the King of Yan, who was in power and opposition, held heavy troops and garrisoned the border passes, resisted the invasion of the northern kingdom several times, and was once praised as "the weapon of the country" by Gaozu. However, no one could have imagined that this sharp weapon would rebel only three years after Gaozu Bintian, and even invaded the imperial city tonight!

At this time, a lot of people came running outside, it seemed that they were all his subordinates, and when they saw the fire in the dormitory, and King Yan was still here, they all shouted in panic.

"Your Highness, it's on fire here, Your Highness come out quickly."

King Yan didn't pay attention to it, and only looked at her coldly: "What's your name?" ”

Nanyan whispered: "I, my name is Si Nanyan"

Zhu Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly: "Your surname is Si?" ”

The people outside didn't know what was going on inside, and seeing that some of the beams were about to be burned off, they were all panicked, and some people were ready to rush in to rescue King Yan.

But at this moment, King Yan suddenly raised his right hand, and the long knife with a cold light was horizontal in front of the door.

Suddenly, all the people stopped, not daring to take any further step.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the long knife.

Nanyan's heartbeat became more and more intense, her life was in the hands of this man, and she was not afraid of the cold gaze, and her stubborn desire to survive was also burning in her eyes.

Finally, King Yan stepped forward.

One more step, slowly, he walked back to the bed, and with a sharp swing of the long knife, a few drops of blood spilled onto Nanyan's face.

But at the same time, a loose wrist.

The ribbon tied around the wrist has been severed!

The knife flashed, and the long knife had been withdrawn into the scabbard, Nanyan was surprised in her heart, and hurriedly sat up, but as soon as she moved, she forgot the thin quilt on her body, and it was just slipping down, she was so frightened that she exclaimed, and hurriedly grabbed the quilt and covered it on her chest.

Looking at her panicked appearance, Yan Wang's gaze was still cold, but after being silent for a while, he reached out and untied the cloak tied to his body, and with a wave of his big hand, the wide cloak suddenly unfolded, like a cloud of mist shrouded over her head, and then slowly fell and covered Nanyan's body.

Nanyan raised his head in surprise, and King Yan turned around and walked out without looking back.

At this moment, Nanyan couldn't even believe it, looking down at the cloak that was still stained with a lot of blood, she gritted her teeth, hurriedly wrapped the cloak around her body, and turned over and got out of bed.

At this time, there was already a mess outside, and she walked out barefoot, stepping on the already burned floor, and following King Yan in three steps and two steps.

(Battlefield Literature)