The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

The door appears to be locked.

Ye Yang was in a complicated mood. He slowly looked back at Feng Luan, who was lying on the table. He could only sigh in his heart for a while. The speed of the seller, Corning, was really unexpectedly fast.

Not to mention that this tyrant was drunk and had to spit two mouthfuls later, he said that with Yunyang's small body, it would be difficult to move Feng Luan to the bed.

Anyway, Feng Luan is still a little conscious, and the wine is not bad. He just slept on his stomach. Ye Yang managed to drag him to the bed. Find yourself a place to rest tonight.

Anyway, he didn't dare to sleep with Feng Luan in the same bed, and Feng Luan only had 16 points of affection for him, and he didn't dare to sleep on his own bed and let Feng Luan lie on the ground, then it was only I can feel sorry for myself.

He spread his clothes on the ground, but the ground was really rough, and that's okay, he lay down for a while, felt cold all over his body, and he shivered, and then looked at the culprit on the bed Sleeping soundly, I couldn't help but hold my breath, so I simply got up, grabbed the quilt on the bed and pulled it down, then took off my cumbersome robe and threw it on the bed, and used it as a quilt for the Emperor Dog.

Isn’t the dog emperor in good health? Then let him freeze, he deserves to be frozen!

This dog emperor's quilt is very expensive to the touch, at least more expensive than his quilt, Ye Yang was lying on the ground wrapped in the quilt, and finally felt a little warmer. He was sleepy, and fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, and was very restless all night. It was not until dawn the next day that the palace servants were walking around and whispering, and he was woken up.

The sky was bright outside, and it looked like it was only six or seven o'clock. Ye Yang rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was about to sit up and stretch, but he felt a sore back. It was amazing, he didn't seem to be able to straighten his waist, and the pain made him bark, feeling as if he couldn't sleep well last night and stretched his waist.

He could only hold his waist and struggle to get up, and he could not help but whisper softly in his mouth, but the whispers outside suddenly stopped, and the voice became lower, and Ye Yang had stood up, curious When he walked to the door, he was about to open the door curiously, but suddenly he heard the conversation of the palace people outside.

"It seems to have gotten up." A little palace maid said, "Is it time to call Director Kang over?"

"Not so fast." The other sounded confident, as if very experienced, and said, "Haven't you heard a poem?"

She lowered her voice even lower, and Ye Yang almost got close to the crack of the door before hearing their next conversation.

Ye Yang: "…"

What and what!

Ye Yang was furious and opened the door abruptly, but the two palace maids who were whispering outside were startled, and the two suddenly fell to their knees, Ye Yang was shocked back As soon as they retreated, the two palace maids opened their mouths in unison.

"Congratulations to Yunshijun, congratulations to Yunshijun." Her two voices were evenly adjusted, it seemed that they had secretly practiced together many times, "Is Yunshijun about to get up?"

Ye Yang's anger was completely choked in his throat, and after a long while he reluctantly opened his mouth and said, "I... I'll do it myself."

The two palace maids made a pair of eyes, as if understanding, and one of them asked: "Will you prepare hot water for a bath?"

Ye Yang: "I..."

Ye Yang finally recovered, stopped in a hurry, and said, "The emperor hasn't woken up yet."

When he finished speaking, he turned his head, but saw Feng Luan sitting up with his head covered, as if he was suffering from a headache due to a hangover. Clothes were also thrown everywhere, not to mention the pillows and quilts that fell to the ground—everything seemed to be filled with indescribable ambiguity. It was true that the expressions of the two palace maids had changed strangely, and Ye Yang didn’t want to know about them at all. What was he thinking about, he just smiled dryly at Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Maybe it was because of a hangover that she woke up from sleep. Feng Luan stared at the sky outside for a while, then suddenly came back to her senses and asked, "What time is it now?"

The two court ladies exchanged a meaningful look, and one of them answered, "Your Majesty, it's half past the time."

Feng Luan was stunned for a moment, then got up in a hurry, his tone seemed to be a little unhappy, and he said: "Why don't you wake me up?"

He gets up at every hour of the week, and it is already time for him to go to court. It was so late today, and no one came to wake him up. He must not have to go to the morning. When the two little palace maids answered, they said sullenly, "Where's Kang Ning?"

The two palace maids knelt on the ground tremblingly, not knowing how to answer, the older one saw that he couldn't hide the matter, so he panicked and said: "Early... Some time ago, Commander Shen came here and took Director Kang away."

Feng Luan's expression darkened again: "Shen Shaoheng?"

The palace maid shivered: "Director Kang also said that it is rare for the emperor to sleep so well..."

Feng Luan said coldly, "Nonsense."

Ye Yang stood awkwardly beside him, speechless.

Sleep well? Feng Luan, did you sleep well?

It was clearly intoxicated and unconscious, and today's hangover is still a guilt.

Besides the Shen Shaoheng mentioned by Feng Luan, this person Ye Yang also knows, that is the younger brother of Concubine Shen Xiangning, the commander of the imperial guard appointed by Feng Luan, and Feng Luan's companion when he was young , played a very important role in the story of Feng Luan and Chu Lian's southern tour in the later book. Ye Yang has never seen him since he came to the book. Now that he heard it for the first time, he is inevitably a little curious.

Feng Luan ordered Kang Ning to be retrieved, and got up to wash up, but he didn't go to him earlier, but the government affairs could not be left behind, and Ye Yang sat beside him with a lot of emotion in his heart, thinking that this counts What kind of tyrant? This is clearly a good emperor who is diligent in government and loves the people.

He just sat here for a while before the imperial physician came.

The imperial doctor seems to come here every day to deliver medicine to Feng Luan. Ye Yang doesn't know what the medicine is, but he can't hold back when he looks at the dark medicine soup. Then he remembered Feng Luan's setting that seemed "not very good", and out of curiosity about this kind of drug, he couldn't help but leaned forward and asked, "What kind of drug is this? Does it work?"

The imperial doctor nodded subconsciously and said, "Master Yun, this is the secret recipe in our hospital, and it is very effective."

Ye Yang looked at the imperial doctor meaningfully and nodded earnestly, indicating that he understood.

Feng Luan was prone to headaches when he didn't sleep well, so the imperial doctor gave him soothing medicine every day. When the two talked, they only raised their eyes slightly, without even frowning, they directly drank the bowl of dark medicinal soup.

Ye Yang sighed: "Hero, a hero."

Feng Luan: "…"

The imperial physician turned to look at Ye Yang again, and said, "Exactly, since Servant Yun is here, then Wei Chen doesn't have to run again to deliver medicine to you."

The wound on Ye Yang's shoulder has healed, leaving an extremely ugly scar. The new flesh has grown, and it is somewhat itchy. He can endure it on weekdays, but it is extremely uncomfortable at night. He relied on the ointment from the imperial hospital to relieve it, and today the imperial doctor added a new medicine for him, saying that it is a good way to remove scars. After applying it for a few months, the scars will fade away.

Ye Yang didn't care, he lived a rough life and thought rough, and felt that it was not a serious matter to have more scars on a man's body, but now it is different, now he is the emperor's servant, even if He doesn't care, the rest will help him care.

He took the medicine from the imperial doctor, thanked him, and thought about going back and reapplying it, but Feng Luan looked at him, perhaps feeling guilty, and ordered the imperial doctor to give him the medicine, He took the initiative and said, "I'll come."

Ye Yang froze and hurriedly refused: "You are the king of a country, how can I let you come."

Feng Luan had already taken the ointment in his hand, and instead ordered the imperial doctor and others to retreat temporarily. Hearing Ye Yang's words, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and the small letter -1 just popped out of his head, Ye Yang Yang immediately started to undress his clothes, smiled politely, and said, "Your Majesty, please."

Feng Luan: "…"

He undressed, revealing the gauze wrapped with ointment on the side of his shoulders to bandage the wound, and then slowly opened the gauze. Now the wound on his shoulder has almost healed, and the tender flesh is new, leaving a slight trace The twisted red marks, more than three inches long, were engraved on the fair and thin shoulders, which looked extremely discordant and unsightly.

Feng Luan was used to seeing all kinds of wounds for a long time, and he didn't find it scary, but he knew that Yunyang was different. Before Yunyang entered the palace, he had heard of this young master of the Yun family, Yun He was spoiled by his family, not to mention being so seriously injured, I am afraid that even the barbs on his hands will cause his family to feel distressed, and now this injury is still for him...

Feng Luan felt ashamed, gently raised his hand to touch the scar on Ye Yang's shoulder, and asked in a softer tone, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Yang ducked forward and said, "Hey, itchy... Can't we be more happy?"

Feng Luan: "…"

He took a little ointment with his fingertips and dabbed it on the scar. Although he knew that Ye Yang's wound had healed, he couldn't help being cautious, for fear of hurting him again, and he had the habit of practicing martial arts since he was a child. Touching Ye Yang's shoulders, the strange feeling made Ye Yang dodge uncontrollably.

This feeling is too weird, he is also a frequent visitor to the bathhouse, and it is not that he has not been rubbed by the bathhouse master, but the feeling is really different from today's feeling, Feng Luan put his hand on his shoulder The next touch, he seemed to have softened from the spine down, so he could only dodge forward in embarrassment. Feng Luan didn't know why he was doing this, he just thought he was still itchy, so he could only grab Ye Yang's hand and go with him. Ye Yang said: "Don't hide."

Ye Yang waved his hand and made a random excuse: "Your Majesty, I'm ticklish, I'll do it myself."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Luan grabbed his shoulder with the other hand, and this almost made Ye Yang tremble, his face couldn't help but turn red, and his voice was no longer Followed down.

"Emperor...Emperor." He stammered, "I, I...I just do it myself."

What's going on!

It's just a medicine! What is your own reaction!

Feng Luan had not yet had time to speak. The maid he had sent to find Kang Ning had returned with Kang Ning and Shen Shaoheng, and when he saw Ye Yang was really persistent, he nodded and got up temporarily. After entering the door, they met Shen Kang and the two in the side hall.

Ye Yang's face was on fire, but he was glad that the light was not bright today, the light in the room was dim, Feng Luan did not see his embarrassed appearance clearly, he patted his face, and was determined in his heart It was Yun Yang who was sensitive and had nothing to do with him, Ye Yang, so he hurriedly put on the ointment and put on his clothes. He tried to calm down and entered the side hall. He just wanted to find an excuse to leave early.

But as soon as he stepped in the door, he saw Feng Luan angrily throwing the teacup to the ground, the palace servants fell to the ground, and Kang Ning tried his best to persuade him.

"Your Majesty calm down." Kang Ning said, "It is a blessing for me to have counselors like this—"

"He is full of nonsense, and he arbitrarily arranges me, what a blessing!" Feng Luan tore and rubbed the handwritten book in his other hand, and then threw it out the door, angrily said, "What other rumors are there, is it so unbearable in the folk rumors?!"

"There are rumors among the people...violence...debauchery...dao...killing...spring night...no...if there is a way of heaven...punishment..."

Ye Yang: "…"

Okay, now it's time to make a sentence.

He closed his eyes, mobilized his not too strong language skills, and tried his best to combine these scattered handwritings.

Then a word came to his mind.

"There are rumors among the people that this tyrant is debauched and unruly, with a bloodthirsty nature, and the spring night is short and bitter. Since then, the king will not come to court early. If there is a way of heaven, he will be executed."

Feng Luan raised his hand and smashed the lid of the teacup that had not been broken just now to the ground.

"I see him as remembering the hatred of "Meng Qiu" that day!" Feng Luan's face turned pale with anger, "I work diligently every day, how can I be a tyrant!"

Ye Yang: "…"

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Is this tyrant's self-awareness somewhat different from the original author?