His cheeks were already as red as fire.

Zhu Feng looked at her cautiously, a little aggrieved, and a little stubborn, and almost couldn't help laughing.

But the next moment, my heart sank again.

She is really jealous.

It's really jealousy.

There seemed to be a little other thing mixed in with the long-lasting joy that had surged in his heart, which made his mind a little complicated at this moment.

Zhu Feng looked at her lowered eyes, docile like a little rabbit, but in her weak body, there was always something stubborn, as if even she couldn't let her bend.

After thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "You, don't you want to let Concubine Zhenna?" ”

Nanyan nodded subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again.

"Huh?"

Zhu Feng made a blank face and said, "Don't lie to me. ”

“……”

"Deceive, deceive, deceive."

“……”

Nanyan hesitated and said softly, "Slave, don't dare." ”

Zhu Feng said: "I didn't ask you if you dare. ”

“……”

"What the hell do you think. Now that I am asking you, I will explain it to me. ”

“……”

Nanyan looked up at him cautiously, although his face was very serious, it didn't seem to be to the point of getting angry, but his eyes were a little red from the smell of wine.

Nanyan finally mustered up his courage and said softly: "At that time, the slave was too impulsive. The slave knows that the emperor can't help but accept a concubine. ”

Not only did the queen scold her at that time, but in fact, when her words were just spoken, she already regretted it.

If the country really used troops again because of the rejection of their princess, and the country of Yan had a bad relationship, wouldn't it be the common people who suffered?

Isn't it a sin to say those things to yourself?

Since ancient times, love has been a matter of two people, but the marriage of the emperor has never been a matter of two people.

The man she likes is destined to not be owned by her alone, he must have other women - no, he has already had his own princess and concubine, and in the future, there will only be more women like Princess Baoyin into his harem.

Just thinking about it like this, a burst of sourness arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

Nanyan hoarsely voiced and said softly: "Slave, you understand." ”

“……”

Looking at the corners of her eyes that gradually reddened as she spoke, Zhu Feng's heart softened a little.

Obviously on the battlefield, I saw corpses all over the field, and I couldn't move my heart when I saw a river of blood, why did I just face her, and it was so soft?

He was puzzled and even more powerless.

Especially looking at the little woman in front of her, she found that the evil aura she was on the battlefield could only scare her, and she was afraid that she would really scare her away.

He reached out and rubbed her cheek with his rough fingertips.

I was silent for a long time, and when I spoke again, my voice couldn't get cold, and I could only sigh.

"There are some things that I originally planned to tell you in the future, when you are more sensible."

“……”

"But today it seems that you are more sensible than I thought."

“……”

"Nanyan—"

Hearing him call his name, Nan Yan immediately raised his head, and looked at the pair of eagle falcons, so accurate that once he was stared at, he could no longer get rid of his eyes, Nan Yan's heart trembled slightly.

Zhu Feng said: "In my heart, I have you. ”

“……”

"But in my harem, you can't be the only one."

“……”

"You, understand?"