Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Chapter 793 The Prince's Secret Guard 17

Seeing that Yan Feng didn't seem to intend to discuss this issue with him in detail, Nan Yanhui knew that no matter what he said to him now, Yan Feng would definitely not listen.

So I simply gave up preaching on this aspect.

He thought for a moment and changed the question, "The old emperor is indeed a problem, but you should have also felt that the more serious problem is that Nanqi seems to have developed a great interest in you."

There is no need for Nan Yan to reply to this matter.

Yan Feng still has this kind of insight.

So he nodded obediently to the other party, and Yan Feng even showed a rather proud expression. He curled his lips and said, "How should I put it? You can't blame Nanqi. After all, I also know that I am very attractive, and it is normal for him to like me."

Yan Feng's answer was purely out of narcissism.

But Nan Yanhui recognized him very much.

He nodded heavily.

Looking into Yan Feng's eyes, he said, "It's true that you are so beautiful, but the problem is that Nanqi is just a rubbish who only cares about appearance. When he saw that you are beautiful, his eyes were naturally locked on you and he couldn't move away."

While saying these words, Nan Yanhui seemed quite annoyed.

Yan Feng quickly patted him on the shoulder and said, "But it doesn't matter if he likes me. I won't fall in love with him. We still have to have some trust in each other. I will never fall in love with someone else so easily. You can rest assured about this!"

I never expected that Yan Feng’s focus would be here.

When she heard his response, Nan Yanhui didn't know what expression she should show.

He naturally knew that Yan Feng would not fall in love with someone else.

But is this the point of the question now?

Pressing her forehead helplessly, Nan Yanhui reminded, "Yan Feng, Nan Qi is a very difficult target. As long as it is a person or thing that he likes, he will try his best to hold it in his hands. So..."

"So you are worried that I will be caught by him and then he will do something to hurt me?" Yan Feng asked back with an exaggerated expression.

Then I couldn't help laughing.

He said, "Nan Yanhui, let me repeat it to you again. Have a little faith in me, and I can do all the things that you can't do. I can also help you get rid of all those people who make you feel annoying and helpless."

"Remember what I'm saying now."

"I'm not saying sweet words to you. I'm just telling you a fact that I can definitely do it."

"Just wait and see."

After Yan Feng said this, he did not discuss further with Nan Yanhui.

Although Nan Yanhui still had some worries in her heart, she tried hard to suppress her emotions.

Anyway, he just needs to pay more attention to Yan Feng in these two days.

Don’t give Yan Feng time to act alone.

Then the things he was worried about would not happen.

Nan Yanhui’s idea is very good.

But that night, after the two of them finished their exercise, Nan Yanhui, who hadn't slept for several days, finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep while hugging Yan Feng.

After confirming his condition, Yan Feng got up and left the house.

The promises I made to Nan Yanhui were never just boring sweet talk.

He was wearing the nightgown that Gungun had prepared for him.

This equipment does not belong to any prince.

Of course, you can also suspect anyone else from this.

After tidying up his clothes, Yan Feng ran away.

The destination is naturally quite clear.

He wanted to go and see that old and eccentric emperor.

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The journey was certainly smooth.

With GunGun helping him, Yan Feng doesn't have to worry about any problems.

When he arrived at the palace, the old emperor had already returned to his room. Instead of lying down, he sat at the table, staring at a jade pendant on the table, wondering what he was thinking about.

Seeing him like this, Yan Feng couldn't help but feel a little strange. He asked the little panda in his heart, "Isn't it said that this old emperor is cruel and ruthless, and has no human emotions at all? Then what is he doing now? Why does he seem to be reminded of someone else when he sees something?"

[It is true that seeing something reminds me of someone. You did not misunderstand it at all, Boss.] The little panda gave an answer in his mind, saying: [Didn’t you also hear the gods tell you that the old emperor had been thinking about that woman all his life. Now that that woman is dead, isn’t it very reasonable for him to behave like this?]

Yan Feng touched his chin.

What to say?

If he had never hurt or implicated anyone else, then the old emperor might be able to say that he has no regrets about his current behavior and praise his loyalty.

But the problem is, whether from the background setting of this world or from the news heard from Nan Yanhui, the so-called "deep affection" of the old emperor was almost entirely generated by trampling on the lives of other people.

For example, the women and children who were used as cannon fodder.

Even after he was with his destined woman, the old emperor did not stop visiting other women's bedrooms. It was just that other concubines died of illness and disease, leaving only that woman, so he achieved the so-called physical "exclusiveness".

Yan Feng couldn't understand his condition.

Of course, there is no way to understand what "love" means in the eyes of the old emperor.

Now looking at the other party's pretentious appearance, he just felt extremely disgusted.

He twisted his eyebrows hard.

Yan Feng glanced at the wine jug next to the old emperor.

In fact, according to the original plan, he simply intended to put the medicine in the wine jug and then wait for the old emperor to drink it himself.

But now the plans have changed.

He suddenly didn't want to do this anymore.

He jumped directly from the beam.

When he stood next to the old emperor, he really scared the other party just as he had imagined.

The old emperor looked around nervously.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call for help from the shadow guards around him, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't squeeze out a single sound from his throat.

It felt like someone was pinching my throat hard.

This situation made the old emperor feel even more terrified.

The man standing in front of him, although wearing a black scarf to cover his face, his exposed blue eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent.

But he didn't attack him as expected.

The man just stared at him for a moment, then slowly gave him a sinister smile.