The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

Feng Luan looked at Shen Shaoheng coldly, hoping that he could recognize his stupid mistake sooner.

Shen Shaoheng swallowed and said blankly: "No, Yun Shijun is a man, that Yun Shijun's stomach..."

etc.

Broken temples, rainy nights, dry wood and fire, lonely men and widowed men.

Feeling that something extraordinary is going to happen next, and at this time, Shijun Yun deliberately stuffed a big belly with his clothes.

Shen Shaoheng: "…"

Shen Shaoheng felt that he understood.

, The emperor does not read that kind of book, but he is so clear. He really deserves to be the emperor, sitting on thousands of beauties, and he has a wide range of knowledge.

He hurriedly rushed out to urge others to prepare horses, and personally rode with Feng Luan by his side to guide Feng Luan, Feng Luan saw Shen Shaoheng's reaction, fearing that others would misunderstand again, he went to the ruined temple. After taking out Ye Yang's clothes that padded his stomach, the assassin's eldest brother was held outside. He saw Ye Yang's stomach flattened in Feng Luan's arms for a moment, and remembered that Shen Shaoheng called Ye Yang a "servant king", he seemed to suddenly understand something. Seeing Feng Luan holding Ye Yang and getting on his horse, he was so angry that he shouted, "Dog man man! You pair of dog man man!"

The surrounding guards looked sideways, and they dared not say more, but looking at their eyes, I was afraid that there were dozens of strange guesses, Feng Luan really didn't want to see more, he just put Ye Yang Holding him in his arms, he was afraid that the wind would be strong immediately, so he wrapped the person tightly with his robe, and hurried back just now.

He was worried.

There was such a loud noise when the forbidden army broke in, and now it is so bumpy, Ye Yang has been in a coma. Last night, he felt that Ye Yang's body was very hot, but today it was even hotter. He was worried that Ye Yang was so sick that the imperial doctor would not have time to treat him. He didn't have time to explain, so he carried the person back to his tent, and when the imperial doctor came over to take a pulse, he said that Ye Yang was only in a coma because of the cold, and his body was too weak to wake up. He breathed a sigh of relief, a little relieved.

Then he turned around and caught a glimpse of a few people behind him.

People's eyes.

Shen Shaoheng looked weird. Ever since he knew that Ye Yang stuffed his stomach with clothes, he had this weird look all the way. Feng Luan didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't want to know what Shen Shaoheng was watching. What was going through Yanshu Huaben's mind.

Ming Yan had a smile on his lips, and that expression had something in common with Shen Shaoheng, but Ming Yan's expression was kind and kind, which inexplicably reminded Feng Luan of the old lady at his wedding, Chen Xiangning He was shaking the fan next to him, his eyes turned between Feng Luan and Ye Yang with a meaningful expression, while Chu Lian hugged her dog, and her eyes were full of only her dog.

Among the few people, only Kang Ning stood on the side of the tent with a worried face, holding the imperial doctor's prescription in his hand, and instructed the palace servants to prepare quickly.

Feng Luan wanted to explain: "I just..."

Chen Xiangning stood up and interrupted what he was going to say next.

Feng Luan: "…"

Watch the fun.

They treat him as a hilarious? !

Seeing everyone laughing and laughing, he hurriedly left, clutching his throbbing forehead, and sighed deeply.

On the bed, he didn't think much about it for a while, he just closed his clothes and slept on the outside of the bed, and after a while, he fell asleep.

…

In the afternoon, Ye Yang slowly woke up from sleep.

He had a severe headache and a tingling pain in his throat. He wanted to move his arms, but he felt like something was pressing down on his quilt. , I really saw Feng Luan sleeping on the outside of the bed with his clothes on, and the quilt gauze on this bed was so luxurious that it was not his tent at first glance.

He only coughed a few times before Feng Luan woke up. Seeing him open his eyes, he seemed to finally be at ease, but he said, "Earlier, the imperial doctor sent medicine, now that he woke up. , just drink the medicine."

Ye Yang: "…"

He had just woken up, and he was still a little dazed. The high fever had not subsided, and his mind was drowsy. He leaned on the bed and didn't want to say a word. He drank the medicine, but Feng Luantou took care of the patient for a while, and with an unfamiliar behavior, he directly put a spoonful of medicine to Ye Yang's mouth, Ye Yang took a sip, immediately frowned, and muttered, "Bitter, hot. "

Feng Luan was stunned, looked at the medicine in the bowl, it was hot, he could blow the medicine to cool

, it's bitter... He can only coax Ye Yang with good words and say: "Good medicine is bitter..."

Ye Yang: "Headache, don't drink."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell down, pulling the quilt over his head, intending to continue sleeping.

Feng Luan: "…"

Feng Luan was a little annoyed.

He knew that when he had a fever, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and Yun Yang was coddled since he was a child, so he would inevitably have a little temper, but Ye Yang refused to take the medicine, that is, he was holding his own body No matter how foolish he was, he was a little angry. Looking at Ye Yang's shameless appearance, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "Do you want me to force you to drink?"

Ye Yang: "…"

Ye Yang opened his eyes and looked at the gauze on the top of the bed, thinking of something in his head that was almost cracked in pain.

In the romance novels he read, if one of the protagonists is ill and refuses to take medicine, what will the other party do?

Nine times out of ten you have to feed him mouth to mouth.

And this chance is absolutely 100% in novels with titles such as tyrants.

Just drink."

Feng Luan: "…"

Feng Luan watched him gudugudu quickly drank the medicinal soup. He didn't understand why he suddenly turned sexual, he hesitated, and asked, "How do you..."

Ye Yang was dizzy, and he muttered without thinking, "I drink ten bowls of medicine, and I can't give you a chance to kiss me."

Feng Luan: "...Yun Shijun, what did you say?"

"Don't try to kiss me, I'm straight and straight." Ye Yang murmured, "Don't even think about it."

Feng Luan: "…"

After speaking, Ye Yang lay down again, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

He seems to be really unconscious, he doesn't even know what he said nonsense, the long black hair and behind him, Xiu's skeleton-like hand tightly clutching the brocade quilt, His eyes were slightly closed, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, he had taken the medicine, his lips were moist, and he could see the light of water, Feng Luan looked at him, but what Ye Yang had just said in his mind, if there is no chance, how could he have no chance Woolen cloth?

He hated the disturbing candlelight, and when the quilt was pulled under the tip of his nose, Feng Luan finally moved.

He put one hand on Ye Yang's ear and the other hand on the quilt that was about to be pulled up, leaned down, and put a kiss on the quilt.

Only

There is only one quilt across.

The tip of Ye Yang's nose gently rubbed the bridge of his nose, and for a moment, Ye Yang opened his eyes wide, as if all the drowsiness dissipated from his mind in an instant, he shrank back in shock, Almost shouted, "How do you—"

The brocade slipped off.

Feng Luan's face was close at hand, and the hot breath he exhaled was blowing on his face, but he couldn't say the next words, as if all the words were choked in his throat, he saw Feng Luan leaning over again, The kiss landed on the tip of his nose, which seemed to be slightly moist, but with such a light touch, his face was flushed red, not only did he never have the slightest disgust, but his spine seemed to soften in an instant.

"Look." Feng Luan whispered in his ear, "If I think about it, nothing is impossible."

…

Ye Yang's ears were numb, but there was only one thought in his mind.

Damn, this dog emperor dared to eat his tofu.

What? Are you looking down on him, an amateur female wolf defense coach in the police force community? !

Feng Luan's words were not finished, he had bent his legs and bumped up, at least he had to leave a bloodline for the royal family, so he lost some strength, but he was already sick and weak , not to mention his weird waist at the moment, he wanted to guard against wolves, but when he raised his legs softly, Feng Luan was easily flashed sideways, and he easily put his legs on the quilt between his legs and held his waist. In order to prevent him from moving again, he frowned slightly and said, "If you are willing to drink the medicine properly, this will not happen."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth.

The Dog Emperor.

Are you blaming him? !

He can't wait to kick Feng Luan out of bed, he just hates himself being seriously ill, weak and weak, struggling for a while, panting and sweating profusely, but he hasn't taken much advantage of it , he kicked Feng Luan a few times, but it didn't take much effort, it was more like flirting and slapsticking, and Feng Luan might think he was playing too much and was worried that he would catch cold again after sweating. He apologized and said, "It's my fault, don't be angry anymore."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and finally blurted out: "You dog emperor—"

Feng Luan: "…"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Luan had no time to respond. Outside Shen Shaoheng had lifted the tent curtain and was about to walk in: "Your Majesty, those assassins—"

The quilt in the room was thrown into a mess, and the pillow was thrown on the ground.

Shen Shaoheng: "…"

Shen Shaoheng quickly lowered the door curtain: "I'm sorry to disturb you!"

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