Zhu Feng was shot into an arrow?

When Nan Yan heard this, he was a little panicked and subconsciously raised his head, but he heard Zhu Feng's angry voice ringing above his head again: "Retract!"

His voice was not loud, but because he was tightly pressing against his chest, the low growl exploded like thunder.

Nan Yan could only obediently lay down his head.

Not only did she buried her head, but her hands and feet also retracted into the blanket. She was like the stuffing in a bun, tightly held by Zhu Feng.

The people around were still a little panicked and could not see clearly, but Ye Zheng could see clearly. He hurriedly squeezed to Zhu Feng's side. Just as he was about to say something, Zhu Feng had already raised his head and said to the soldiers around him: "You all go back to your camp. I will make arrangements later. Ye Zheng, wait outside the tent immediately!"

With his order, no one dared not to obey.

The Yongzhou camp, which was just now clamoring, suddenly became quiet again. The generals of each team took their troops back and everyone dispersed.

Zhu Feng walked into his big tent with the "bun".

He gently placed the little woman in his arms on the bed.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the blanket slowly slid down from her naked body. Nan Yan wrapped her hands in front of her chest, raised her head, and looked at him sternly: "Master."

She immediately saw that there was blood on his body.

Really shot!

"Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Zhu Feng only looked at her body, and there were some pink finger marks and even some bruises on her fair skin, which were left by Tong Jie before.

I don't know if it was the pain or something else, but he bit his teeth hard, made a princess voice, and then said in a deep voice: "I know it myself."

At this moment, Ye Zheng, who was waiting outside the tent, couldn't help but shout, "Your Majesty, can I come in?"

Nan Yan suddenly felt a little panicked and hurriedly pulled up the blanket to cover his body.

Zhu Feng's breath sank, and he took off the cloak on his back and surrounded her. The familiar feeling made Nan Yan tremble slightly, raised his head and met his deep eyes.

It seems that when we first met...

At this moment, a light seemed to flash in Zhu Feng's deep eyes, but immediately Ye Zheng urged him again, and he let out a deep breath before saying, "Come in."

Ye Zheng hurriedly walked in from outside.

"Master, how can you do this?"

Ye Zheng has always been a good person, and he is laughing and has no airs when he is usually laughing. This is the first time Nan Yan has seen him lose his temper, and even looks at Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng was not furious, but just sat back and said to the bed: "Ye Zheng, you are getting bolder."

"Your Majesty, you are no longer the King of Yan before. You are the body of Wancheng. No matter what the reason is, you should not take risks like this."

“…”

"And, you didn't even tell me, even the Wei Minister."

Ye Zheng was probably anxious and said for a long time, but Zhu Feng had a calm face and didn't say anything, just listening to him "reprimand" him.

But when Nan Yan looked up and saw Zhu Feng's shoulders, he immediately said, "Stop talking Ye Zheng, the emperor is shot!"

He had actually been shot on his shoulder. I don’t know when the arrow was shot. Blood flowed down, dyeing most of his back red!
Chapter completed!