The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

Before Feng Luan could react, Ye Yang blushed first.

What nonsense is he talking about, take off...what pants! He wouldn't take off his pants in front of this dog emperor!

After he finished speaking, he added five more favors to himself. He was in a very happy mood. He even shook the folding fan in his hand and looked at Ye Yang with interest.

Ye Yang held back his next sentence for a while.

"This...still...still outside." Ye Yang stammered, "No no...not so good..."

Feng Luan: "Then you want to go back and take it off again?"

Ye Yang: "…"

Dog Emperor!

"I still remember what you said just now." Feng Luan said, "When you go back, if you want to hear anything, you have to call me."

Ye Yang: "…"

How come this dog emperor has such a good memory? !

He was embarrassed and at a loss for a while, but Feng Luan was in a good mood and said to him with a smile: "Then I will wait for you to return to the palace, take off your pants to prove it, and then call it to me."

Ye Yang: "…"

That's it! !

A good little obstacle and innocent little emperor! Who is this rascal? !

Ye Yang's ears and neck were burning like fire, turning crimson. He didn't dare to take another word from Feng Luan. Extremely uneasy, not knowing how to escape this.

If he only listened to Feng Luan's tone, he felt that Feng Luan should be joking, and he could be the two of them... It's not impossible to regard this as a relationship/fun.

Ye Yang felt that he was in danger.

…

He was thinking about countermeasures nervously all the way, thinking that after returning to the palace, if Feng Luan really wants to check the wound... Then he can only pay for the favorability of 47 and try his best to keep his own. chastity/virginity.

It was very easy to return to the palace, as usual, Feng Luan got off the carriage first, Ye Yang was nervous and was about to follow, but he didn't want Feng Luan to stretch out his hand to him very naturally He hugged him down, coughed lightly, and said to him with a smile, "You...you have trouble moving because of your injuries. I will help you down."

Ye Yang: "…"

The Dog Emperor.

I have taken him out of the palace for a whole day, and now I am talking about the inconvenience of movement, obviously to amuse him.

Ye Yang was angry, but now he can only hold back a smile at Feng Luan and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Feng Luan replied: "Between you and me, why say thanks."

Ye Yang bowed his head and agreed: "Yes."

I don't want Feng Luan to still have a smile on his lips, and said, "Since you have such a relationship with me, you don't have to be so restrained in the palace."

Ye Yang: "...Ah?"

Feng Luan leaned close to his ear: "If it's just you and me, it's better to call it outside the palace."

Ye Yang: "…"

Dog Emperor! !

Feng Luan was in a good mood, holding his hand, but did not go back to the palace with him, but took him to another palace, Ye Yang had doubts and was about to ask, Feng Luan has taken the initiative to say, "Don't you want to know who Mr. Mohou is?"

Ye Yang nodded.

"Marquis Mo, Marquis Mo, isn't that the inkstone?" Feng Luan said, "I heard that most of the playbooks of the Beijing Chinese opera troupe were written by Mr. Mohou, but I didn't think that this person was Ming Ming. Inkstone."

Ye Yang: "…"

Who? Ming Yan?

One person wrote the script of most of the opera troupes in Beijing? Is this output too strong? !

Ming Yan seemed to know that they would come to her when they returned to the palace. She had been waiting in the palace for a long time. When Feng Luan and Ye Yang came, she would smile with them and ask: "Today The show...isn't it good?"

Feng Luan didn't beat around the bush, she simply asked, "Why do you do this?"

"I just want the emperor to listen to the rumors." Ming Yan said softly, "I am a harem woman. According to the rules of the court, the harem is not allowed to do politics. If you want the emperor to see things clearly , you can only use some roundabout methods."

When she mentioned this, she couldn't bear Liu Meiwei's dazzling eyes, and there was a hint of disdain. Before Feng Luan could answer, she continued: "Some time ago, I met Mohou under the name of Mohou. With Yushangsheng, he made a lot of friends and knew a lot of princes and nobles, so I also learned a lot of things that the palace didn't know."

Feng Luan hesitated for a while, but continued to ask: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, you should open your eyes and take a good look." Ming Yan whispered softly, but his words were earnest, "There are not a few people who deceive the upper and the lower in the court, and the upper and lower are covered with each other. Compared with them, it is only a small thing."

Feng Luan was silent.

He has always considered himself to be a wise man. A few days ago, when he saw Tanhuashangshu and learned that the people were quite resentful towards him, he was already a little sullen. He imagined that Wei Shi was the father of the princess of Jinghuai County, and the deputy commander of the Military and Horse Division was only a vain position and had little real power. He could even lead the officers and troops in the Military and Horse Division to show an actor. What about the rest?

See, talk to him about this Deputy Commander Wei.

Ye Yangzheng sat beside Ming Yan, watching Feng Luan handle the matter. This matter is already beyond his ability. He doesn't want to understand and won't talk too much. Instead, he turns his head to look at Ming Yan with admiration and asks in a low voice, "You really wrote so many playbooks?"

Ming Yan supported his chin and nodded, "Who made the palace so boring, but not many people know about it..."

Ye Yang gave her a thumbs up for her high productivity and said, "Don't worry, I won't say it."

Ming Yan blinked and whispered to him: "I'm writing a play recently, and when the play is finished, I'll give you and the emperor a play ticket—"

Ye Yang hurriedly waved his hands in fright, and said incoherently: "No, no, no, the emperor is so busy, I think he should not be free."

Ming Yan smiled with him and said, "If I go with you, I think the emperor can still spare some time."

Ye Yang: "…"

He could only try to avoid this topic, picked a question that might make Ming Yan talk at length, and said: "The next play... What is it written about?"

Ming Yan gave him a meaningful smile and did not answer.

Ye Yang couldn't help but think, the new play has not yet been completed, Ming Yan may not want to say more, he doesn't want to ask more, he turns his head and listens to Feng Luan calling him, it seems that everything has been dealt with , and now looking slightly tired, he said to him: "Go back, I will rest at your place tonight."

Ye Yang: "...Yes."

He didn't dare to refuse, and left with Feng Luan from Ming Yan.

When he returned to his palace, Ye Yang felt uneasy in his heart, thinking of his oath that he took off his pants on the carriage to prove himself, he could not wait to slap him hard.

Let you talk nonsense, now regret it!

Feng Luan didn't know if he didn't notice Ye Yang's nervousness, or if he deliberately ignored Ye Yang's jokes, he left the palace one day today, and most of the morning papers had not been read. Although he was upset, he still wanted to read the memorial, so he lit the lamp into the middle of the night and saw that Ye Yang was tremblingly holding the book and sat beside him, but he never fell asleep. Feng Luanfang eased his mood and deliberately talked to Ye Yang. Said: "The soft couch in your palace is really too hard, I have been sleeping with back pains in the past few days..."

Ye Yang had already stood up and said dumbly, "I...I'll ask you to add a few more blankets."

He was obviously too nervous, with that look, as if the back of his legs and feet were stiff, Feng Luan couldn't help laughing, but he said to him gently, "I want to sleep in bed today."

Ye Yang was nervous for a while.

He didn't dare to argue, he kept nodding to Feng Luan, and without saying a word, he watched the favorability on Feng Luan's head rising.

"Feng Luan's favorability rating +1+1+1+1...Feng Luan's current favorability rating is 61"

Ye Yang: "…"

No, he must avoid it.

Ye Yang turned back and moved his own pillows and bedding, and when the palace servants waited on Feng Luan to undress, what he saw was the empty bed with only the sheets, and the futon and the laboriously hugging the wide bedding and pillows Ye Yang was moving on the soft couch.

He was lost in thought.

Ye Yang took the futon and pillow that Feng Luan used to use on the soft couch, put it on the bed, and made the bed for Feng Luan quickly and carefully.

Feng Luan was silent for a while, then asked, "Master Yun, what are you doing?"

In order to show his sincerity to please, Ye Yang did not ask the palace servants to come forward to help, the quilt was a little heavy, he made the bed and sweated finely, and replied: "Emperor, the bed is good, this is The bed is soft, don't worry about me! I like to sleep hard!"

Feng Luan: "…"

Ye Yang has made the bed.

Luan stopped him.

After a while, Ye Yangfang wrapped his own quilt tightly, and looked out to see Feng Luan's favor.

Feng Luan seemed to have gone to bed and rested, and the lights in the room were not lit. He stared at it for a while, and could only see that the favorability value seemed to have dropped to the early 50s again. The specific number, he saw Not clear.

Ye Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, good!

He relied on his ingenuity to escape the disaster again! Today is also a scary day!

…

Ye Yang has always slept well.

He hugged the quilt and slept all night, the quilt was warm and comfortable, and when it was bright outside, he just opened his eyes and stretched, feeling that the bed was a little crowded. .

The quilt he slept on last night seemed to have changed its color, it was smooth to the touch, like fine silk, it felt much more expensive than his quilt, and it felt... …

etc.

Ye Yang opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of horror.

What's going on! Why is Feng Luan in his bed? !

Where is his quilt?

Why didn't this dog emperor go to court! !