He felt the wind.

There was a gust of wind blowing, slowly blowing away the yellow sand and mist in front of him, and he seemed to be able to see what was around him clearly, but just when he was almost about to see clearly, he woke up all at once.

And then—

And then that's what it looks like now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Feng couldn't help but look back at the fan that fell to the ground, and the bright light next to the bed shone on his eyes, making his mood a little fluctuating at the moment.

Is the change in dreams because-

Zhu Feng only pondered for a short period of time, but this period of time seemed like the longest moment in his life for Nanyan.

She looked nervously at the blade, which was no more than a fraction of her throat, and was so cold by the candlelight that it almost seemed to cut through her skin, and she shivered and got goosebumps on her neck in such a dangerous situation.

At that moment, the long sword slowly moved away.

She opened her eyes wide as she watched Zhu Feng slowly raise her hand and take the long sword back.

It was as if she had stepped into the Senluo Treasure Hall with one leg, and finally she was pulled back again, and suddenly the whole person breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and the close-fitting clothes were ***.

Zhu Feng silently put away the long sword, and then stood up.

His eyes were still looking at her coldly, like a tiger staring at a little rabbit under its claws, Nanyan struggled to sit up, but just now she was so frightened that her hands and feet were weak, and she fell back to King Yan's bed after holding on several times.

She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and she was even more afraid that her appearance would make King Yan misunderstand something.

In the end, she finally grabbed the bedpost with her backhand, barely supported herself to get up, almost rolled off his bed, and then knelt on the ground: "Your Highness forgive your sins." ”

Zhu Feng's eyes were exceptionally bright in the dim light, and he glanced at the fan on the ground again, and said, "Pick it up." ”

“…… Yes, yes. ”

Nanyan hurriedly reached out and picked up the fan, and then was about to turn around and walk back to the corner, but just as she was about to turn around and walk away, Zhu Feng suddenly said again: "It's here." ”

"Huh?"

She turned her head in surprise, as if she couldn't understand his words: "What did you say, Your Highness?" ”

"This king let you stay, just stay here."

“……”

Nanyan's eyes widened in some shock, and he saw that King Yan was slowly lying back on the bed again, at this time he was already calm, as if nothing had happened, and the nightmare just now was just an illusion of his own.

There was only a short section of the candle on the candlestick, and the light was even dimmer, and Nan Yan could only see his eyes flickering slightly in the low-hanging curtains.

"This king let you, just guard by the bed."

“……”

Nan Yan held the fan hard in his hand, and the cold sweat was already covered with fan bones, and it was slippery when he pinched it.

He let himself, stand guard by the bedside?

Although, she knew that King Yan didn't mean that to herself, even if the two of them were already in that posture just now, King Yan probably just wanted to find out if he wanted to hurt him.

But now let yourself stay by his bedside?

Nanyan hesitated again, but heard the low, magnetic voice sound again: "Don't come yet?" ”

“……”

Nanyan hesitated for a moment, but finally walked back slowly.

Just as she knelt on the edge of the bed, there was a soft sound, and the candlestick at the bedside was extinguished.