Chapter 1583: Beauty

Nan Yan was also taken aback by his sudden violent suddenness.
When he loosened his hand, the stool fell down.
As a result, she was hitting her feet.
"what!"
Nan Yan screamed in pain, and the whole person squatted down. When Zhu Feng saw the situation, he was also anxious. Regardless of how angry he was just now, he hurriedly jumped off the bed.
"What happened?"
"..."
"Nanyan, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Nan Yan squatting on the ground without raising his head, both shoulders kept twitching and shaking, Zhu Feng's eyes were red with anxiety, and asked: "What's the matter? Tell me!"
"……pain!"
Nan Yan gritted his teeth before squeezing out the word.
She pressed her feet with both hands, and her tears flowed from the pain.
Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng hurriedly picked her up with both hands, put her on the bed immediately, and reached out to hold her feet: "Where did you hit? Let me see, let me see!"
Nan Yan gritted his teeth, clutching his feet with both hands, only shaking his head.
It is the most uncomfortable to be hit by a stool on the foot, as if the bones are broken into dregs. Don't talk to people at this time, even if you just take a breath, you feel painful.
She couldn't even breathe.
Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng was also terrified, and immediately got up and shouted outside: "Yufu, pass the doctor, hurry up—"
"emperor!"
When he heard him calling someone, Nan Yan finally couldn't help but speak, but as soon as she spoke, the pain pierced into her heart, causing her to cry.
Zhu Feng hurriedly turned around, sat back on the bed, and wanted to reach out to touch her feet, and was afraid that it hurt her. He didn't know what to do. He just said in a panic: "How? What's wrong?"
"..."
Nan Yan slowly raised her head to look at him, tears still flickering in her eyes.
At this time, the father-in-law Yu outside heard Zhu Feng's summons, and hurried to the door of the bedroom, but did not dare to rush in, and only asked: "What is the emperor's order?"
Zhu Feng said: "Do you want me to pass on the doctor?"
"..."
"Let the imperial doctor come over and show you."
"..."
"Did you hurt any bones?"
Nan Yan bit her lower lip, shook her head gently, and then said: "No bones were hurt, the emperor need not be nervous."
"Really not? Then you—"
"It's pain."
"..."
Nan Yan looked up at him again, then said softly: "The emperor doesn't need to call someone."
"..."
Zhu Feng was in a trance, as if from her eyes and her tone, she read the meaning of "I just want to stay together for two people".
At this time, Grandpa Yu asked outside again: "The emperor?"
Zhu Feng said: "It's okay, you go down."
"Huh? Yes."
Although Grandpa Yu was still a little uneasy, he could only retreat when Zhu Feng said this.
Only this time, he didn't dare to take a step back, just waited on the sidelines.
Zhu Feng lowered his head again and looked at Nan Yan with tears in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Remove your hand and let me take a look."
Nan Yan let go of his hands gently.
The shoes were taken off long ago. Zhu Feng stretched out her hand and carefully took off her socks, revealing her snow-white jade feet. She had bathed before coming. She was so white that her feet were as white as jade. The feet of the feet look scary.
Zhu Feng touched it and heard Nan Yan hissing inhalation.
He was so scared that he immediately withdrew his hands.
"It still hurts?"
"nor."
"then you--"
"It just hurts a little."
In fact, being hit by the stool on the foot is the severe pain just now, which is unbearable, but after the severe pain, there is only the pain left. Just bear it.
It's just that Nan Yan's cold sweat and tears in the corners of her eyes are a little scary.
Zhu Feng leaned down and blew a few breaths at her red feet.
Nan Yan sat on the bedside, looking at him silently.
It's obviously not so painful anymore, but for some reason, there seems to be something hot in his eyes, almost coming out of his eyes.
Zhu Feng raised his head and looked at her: "What about now?"
Nan Yan hurriedly turned his face to one side: "It's okay."
"what happened?"
Zhu Feng frowned and wanted to reach out to hold her face, but Nan Yan kept turning his face to the side so that he would not touch him. There was a fire in his heart, and finally he could vent, Nan Yan hit her foot again. It was even more frustrating to let him hold it halfway.
At this time, she was also angry, and simply twisted her face.
He directly pulled Nan Yan's face back.
"What can't you tell me? Huh?"
"..."
Seeing Nan Yan's red eyes and tears in the corners of his eyes, he was even more angry and feeble. He didn't know what to do. He gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to do those things, what else Dare to say?!"
Nan Yan then looked at him cautiously.
"The emperor, still mad at concubine?"
"I am not angry with you."
"..."
"I should reward you!"
"..."
"I just don't know, should you be rewarded for understanding your righteousness, or should you praise your good wife?"
Nan Yan buried her face in embarrassment.
But Zhu Feng was still angry. He held back for most of the day, and became even more angry for the whole night. Finally, there is a gap now, how can he let it go.
So she stretched out her hand to pinch Nan Yan's face and asked her to raise her head to face herself.
"Why don't you speak?"
"..."
"You are very courageous. What kind of pretense are you pretending at this time? Just say anything!"
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him for a long time and said softly: "The concubine is wrong."
"...!"
"Please forgive the emperor."
"..."
Zhu Feng's breath was held in his throat again.
What an angry person wants to see most is not an apology from the person who annoys him, because with an apologize, the matter is over, but his anger has not vented yet.
If you have to say anything more, you will become unreasonable and unforgiving.
but--
How could he swallow this breath! ?
Sinanyan, who was so stubborn on weekdays, who used to head-to-head with the emperor himself, at this time admitted his mistake so quickly!
Zhu Feng almost felt that she was here to make trouble for herself today, and her hands were shaking.
"you--"
Seeing that his anger was about to reach a critical point, Nan Yan gritted her teeth again. She couldn't move one foot, and she stood up awkwardly and slowly leaned into Zhu Feng's arms.
"Don't be angry, the emperor..."
"..."
Zhu Feng has forgotten what breathing is.
The neck was stiff and slowly lowered, looking down at her.
This--
what is this?
He was probably angry, and his voice was a little unstable when he spoke. Although he still felt anger reluctantly, it was no longer the case.
Said: "What are you doing?"
"..."
"Do you still use beauty tricks against me?"
"..."
"Do you think this will work?"
Nan Yan blushed.
A pair of soft hands slowly climbed up his chest and encircled his neck.