Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine - Chapter 3524 A car box

On the other side, Nan Yan and his party hurried back to Yongzhou City.

Along the way, Cui Yuanmei sent someone to clear the way, but they were able to pass without hindrance, and soon returned to the South Courtyard, but when they arrived at the door, they found a huge carriage parked here. Yes, I don't know what to say.

Nan Yan immediately lifted the curtain, frowned and said, "What's going on?!"

When the steward saw it, he was so frightened that he immediately came forward to salute, and said, "Niangniang, this is sent by the people of the Yue Kingdom. The little people were afraid that they had bad intentions and asked them to rush back, but those people parked the carriage here. Then it ran away, and the little people were trying to figure out how to deal with it."

"Vietnamese?"

Nan Yan frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that when he parted, Li Wushang said that he had given her something, which has now been delivered to Yongzhou City.

He also said that he "owed" her.

Is this the car thing?

Nan Yan was puzzled, she really couldn't remember what Li Wushang owed her in the past fifteen years, and she still used such a big carriage to transport it. She thought about it and said, "Let them all go down."

The person in charge immediately greeted the people below and immediately retreated, leaving only two to serve beside the carriage. Nan Yan got off the carriage and walked slowly to the carriage.

Ruoshui supported her and said softly, "Be careful, madam, there won't be any danger here, right?"

Nan Yan shook his head calmly.

Although Li Wushang was an unfamiliar wolf cub, he did hurt Zhu Feng, but he would never attack him.

Nan Yan walked slowly to the carriage, carefully opened the curtain, and saw a mountain of brocade boxes piled up in the carriage.

so many things?

Ruo Shui said in surprise: "What the **** is this?"

Nan Yan reached out and took a brocade box, only to feel that it was heavy in his hand, like a big rock. Just as they were about to open it, the steward on the side and the other two maids persuaded: "Be careful, madam, let the slaves come over and open it for the maid."

Nan Yan shook his head, carefully opened the box button, and lifted the lid.

A golden light came into view.

The people around were so surprised that their eyes widened, you look at me, I look at you, as if in disbelief, but no one dared to speak, only looked at the concubine looking at the contents of the box in amazement. , After a long silence, he slowly closed the box and put it back into the carriage.

Then he instructed: "Move all the things in here to the warehouse, and wait for this palace to be empty, and then make calculations."

The steward said, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand to greet people, and moved all the brocade boxes piled up in the carriage.

Nan Yan immediately turned his head and ordered someone to help Zhu Feng down from the carriage and enter the South Courtyard.

The things in the carriage had already made the people here a little uneasy, and when they saw that His Majesty the Emperor, whom they had not seen for several days, came back with an injury, each of them was even more frightened. Fortunately, Nan Yan immediately repelled him here. The people who served on the side let them wait for orders in the outer courtyard, and then accompanied Zhu Feng back to the room.

Zhu Feng was carefully sent to the bed to lie down. On the way, he closed his eyes and didn't say a word, but at this time, the bandage on his chest was dyed red again.

"Come on, come on!"

When Nan Yan called out, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed like something was torn apart, which made people tremble.

Zhu Feng looked up at her and said with a smile, "Don't make a fuss."

"emperor…"

"It's just that the wound has cracked a little, I know it myself, it's nothing major."

"…"

"Let them change the medicine. I'll be fine after two days of rest. Don't yell and scare the child."

Nan Yan turned around, only to find that Xinping and Zhu Chengjun were also standing by the side. The two children were obviously frightened, especially Xinping, whose red eyes were about to cry, and both hands were holding onto his own. The belt, at this time, said cautiously: "Father, will it be okay?"

Zhu Chengjun, who was on the side, immediately said: "Father, the emperor will definitely be fine!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Feng eagerly and said softly, "Right?"

Although exhausted from the blood loss and the constant labor pains in the chest wound, Zhu Feng still showed a very gentle smile to the child, and then said: "I just suffered a little injury, why did I scare you like this? You are a man, and in the future, you will protect your mother-in-law, your sister, and the thousands of people of the Yan Kingdom, so how can you make it work?"

When Zhu Chengjun heard this, he straightened his back subconsciously: "My son understands!"

Only then did Zhu Feng nodded, and then said: "Okay, I went to Doubeipo early in the morning, and you two haven't had a meal yet. Come on, lead the princess and the King of Han down to dinner, and then rest for a while, You don't have to come."

Although Xinping still wanted to stay here, she couldn't stand everyone's persuasion, and Zhu Chengjun had been holding her hand, so she reluctantly agreed and left with red eyes, and Nan Yan was relieved, it happened to be the imperial doctor. He also came, carefully changed the medicine for the emperor, and re-bandaged the wound.

During this process, Zhu Feng didn't say a word.

He was not used to complaining, not to mention Nan Yan was already worried enough, and he didn't want to make her sad because of his injury, so he endured the pain of the wound all the time, and in this way, his spirit gradually became sluggish, and he became an imperial physician. When he was finally wrapped in gauze, he couldn't resist the drowsiness like a tide, and slowly closed his eyes.

Black and sweet sleep, it is rare to relax.

When he woke up, it was already dark, and there was only a dazed light and shadow on the wall opposite the bed. Zhu Feng turned his head slowly and saw a lamp was still lit on the table in the center of the house, while Nan Yan was sitting at the table, looking down at something in his hand.

She looked so ecstatic, as if her whole body and mind were immersed in some kind of memory.

Zhu Feng frowned slightly and snorted subconsciously. Although the voice was very soft, Nan Yan was keen to catch it. She hurriedly turned her head: "Your Majesty, you are awake!"

She immediately put down what was in her hand, got up and walked to the bed a few steps.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

There was only the two of them in the room, and there was only a candlestick on the table. The weak light shone on her face. Even if she couldn't see her concerned expression, she could hear her anxious mood from her brief words.

Zhu Feng coughed lightly, his throat was as dry as fire, and he said, "What's wrong with me?"

Nan Yan said: "The emperor is too tired. When the imperial doctor changed your medicine, you fell asleep."

"…"

Zhu Feng was silent for a while and said, "How long have I slept again?"