The Emperor's Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

The door seemed to be locked.

Ye Yang was in a complicated mood, he slowly turned his head to look at Feng Luan who was lying on the table, he could only sigh in his heart for a moment, the speed of selling the master, Kang Ning, was really unexpected.

Not to mention the drunk fragment of the tyrant, who will have to spit out a few mouthfuls later if he fails to keep it clean, but with Yunyang's small body, it is difficult to move Feng Luan to the bed.

At any rate, Feng Luan was still a little conscious, and his wine quality was not bad, but he was sleeping on his stomach. Ye Yang dragged him onto the bed with great difficulty, sweating all over his body, propping up his waist and looking around, looking for a place for him to rest tonight.

Feng Luan's room is really deserted, there are not many furnishings in the room, it looks empty, there is only one bed, it doesn't look like a tyrant's luxury bedroom at all.

Anyway, he didn't dare to sleep in the same bed with Feng Luan, and Feng Luan only had 16 points of affection for him, and he didn't dare to sleep on the bed by himself and let Feng Luan lie on the ground, then he could only wrong himself.

He spread his clothes on the floor, but the floor was really harsh, so that was all right, he lay down for a while, feeling cold all over his body, which made him shiver, and seeing the culprit on the bed sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but feel suffocated, He simply got up, grabbed the quilt on the bed and pulled it off, then took off his cumbersome robe that was in the way, threw it on the bed, and gave it to the dog emperor as a quilt.

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

The dog emperor's quilt is very expensive to the touch, at least more expensive than his quilt. Ye Yang lay on the ground wrapped in the quilt, and finally felt a little warmer. After a day of inexplicable tossing, he was already sleepy, and soon fell asleep , The whole night was very restless, until the next morning, the palace servants were walking around outside and whispering, which woke him up.

The sky outside was slightly bright, 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 again, but his back hurt so badly that he seemed to be stretching his waist. It was not straight anymore, the pain was so painful that he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, feeling as if he stretched his waist because he couldn't sleep well last night.

He could only hold his waist and get up with difficulty, and he couldn't help moaning in a low voice, but the whispering outside suddenly stopped, and the voice became lower, and Ye Yang had already stood up, curiously walked to the door, and was about to be curious. Pushing the door open, he unexpectedly heard the conversation of the palace people outside.

"It seems to have woken up." A little palace lady said, "Should I call Director Kang over?"

"Not so fast." The other person sounded confident, as if he had a lot of experience, said, "Have you never heard a line of poetry?"

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

"The waiter is powerless to lift her up, it's the time of Xincheng Enze." The maid said meaningfully, "Don't forget, the emperor missed the morning court today."

Ye Yang: "..."

What and what!

Ye Yang was furious, and opened the door suddenly, startled the two maids who were whispering outside, they suddenly fell to their knees, Ye Yang backed away in shock, but the two maids were gone Qi Qi opened his mouth.

"Congratulations Shijun Yun, congratulations Shijun Yun." The two of them spoke in unison, as if they had secretly practiced together many times, "Shijun Yun is about to get up?"

Ye Yang's anger was completely choked in his throat, and it took him a while to force his mouth, saying: "I... I'll just do it myself."

The two maids looked at each other, as if understanding, and one of them asked again: "Mr. Yun, do you want to prepare hot water for bathing?"

Ye Yang: "I..."

Another person asked again: "If Shijun has already got up, the servants and servants will go in and tidy up."

Only then did Ye Yang come back to his senses, and hastily stopped, saying: "The emperor hasn't woken up yet."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head, only to see Feng Luan sitting up with his head covered, as if he was suffering from a headache from a hangover. At this time, Feng Luan's clothes were disheveled, his hair was scattered, the bed was a mess, and his clothes were thrown everywhere. Not to mention the pillows and quilts that fell on the floor—everything seemed full of indescribable ambiguity. Sure enough, the expressions of the two maids had changed strangely. Ye Yang didn't want to know what they were thinking, but Dryly smiled at Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Maybe it was because of a hangover that he just woke up, Feng Luan was still staring at the sky outside for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses and asked: "What time is it now?"

The two maids looked at each other meaningfully, and one of them answered, "Your Majesty, it's already half past the hour."

Feng Luan was startled, and was about to get up in a hurry, his tone seemed a little displeased, and he said, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

He usually got up at Yinshi, and it was time to go to court at Maoshi, but today it was so late, and no one came to wake him up, so he probably didn't have to go to court early, he suffocated in his heart, and before the two little maids could answer, Then he said angrily, "Where is Kang Ning?"

The two court ladies knelt down on the ground trembling, not knowing how to answer, the older one saw that the matter could not be concealed anymore, so he panicked and said: "Early...Earlier, Commander Shen came. A trip here will take Director Kang away."

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

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

Feng Luan said coldly: "Nonsense."

Ye Yang stood awkwardly aside, speechless.

sleep well?Did Feng Luan sleep well?

That's clearly drunk and unconscious, and today's hangover is still a sin.

Besides the Shen Shaoheng that Feng Luan mentioned, this person Ye Yang also knows, that is the youngest brother of Concubine Shen, Chen Xiangning, who is appointed by Feng Luan as the commander of the imperial guards, and was Feng Luan's companion when he was young. Chu Lian and others play an extremely important role in the plot of the southern tour, but Ye Yang has never seen him since he came to the book, and now he is a little curious when he hears it for the first time.

Feng Luan ordered Kang Ning to be brought back, while he got up to wash, he didn't go to him earlier, but government affairs cannot be left behind, while Ye Yang sat beside him, full of emotions in his heart, thinking what kind of tyrant is this?This is clearly a good emperor who is diligent in government and loves the people.

He just sat here for a while, and the imperial doctor came.

The imperial physician seemed to come here every day to deliver medicine to Feng Luan. Ye Yang didn't know what the effect of the medicine was, but he looked at the dark medicinal soup and couldn't help but think of Feng Luan as if "No "Taixing" setting, but out of curiosity about this kind of medicine, he couldn't help but leaned forward and asked, "What kind of medicine is this? Does it work well?"

The imperial physician subconsciously nodded aside, and said: "Mr. Yun, this is the secret recipe of our hospital, and it has an excellent effect."

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

When Feng Luan couldn't sleep well, he was prone to headaches, so the imperial physician gave him tranquilizers every day, and today he was hungover again, and his headaches worsened, so he was really not in the mood to talk to Ye Yang. Without even frowning, he drank the bowl of black medicinal soup directly.

Ye Yang sighed in shock: "A hero is a hero."

Feng Luan: "..."

The imperial physician turned to look at Ye Yang again, and said, "It's just right, since Shijun Yun is here, then I don't have to make another trip to deliver the medicine for you."

The wound on the back of Ye Yang's shoulder has healed, leaving a very ugly scar, the new flesh has grown, and it is somewhat itchy. He can bear it on weekdays, but it is extremely uncomfortable at night. These days, he has relied on the ointment from the imperial hospital to relieve it , and today the imperial physician added a new medicine for him, saying that it is a good prescription for removing scars, and after a few months of application, the scars will fade away by themselves.

Ye Yang didn't care at all, he lived a rough life and thought rough, he felt that a few scars on a man's body were not a serious matter, but now it is different, now he is the emperor's servant, even if he doesn't care, other people will help What he cares about.

He took the medicine from the imperial physician, Fang thanked him, and thought about putting it on after returning home, but Feng Luan looked at him, maybe because he felt guilty, he asked the imperial physician to hand over the medicine to him, and said, "Come on, come on." .”

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

Feng Luan had already taken the ointment in his hands, and ordered the imperial physician and the others to retreat temporarily. Hearing Ye Yang's words, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. As soon as a small word -1 appeared on his head, Ye Yang immediately started to untie his clothes , smiling dryly and politely, said: "Your Majesty, please."

Feng Luan: "..."

He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the gauze wrapped with ointment on the side of his shoulder, and then slowly peeled off the gauze. Now the wound on his shoulder has almost healed, and the tender flesh has regenerated, leaving a slightly distorted red mark, which is three inches long. Yu Chang, carved on this white and thin shoulder, looks extremely discordant and unattractive.

Feng Luan was used to seeing all kinds of wounds a long time ago, he didn't think it was scary, but he knew that Yunyang was different, before Yunyang entered the palace, he had heard about this little son of the Yun family, the Yun family pampered him, not to mention being treated With such a serious injury, even the barb on his hand would make his family feel distressed, but now this injury is still for him...

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

But Ye Yang moved forward to hide and said, "Hiss, itchy... can't we have a better time?"

Feng Luan: "..."

He dipped some ointment with his fingertips and daubed it gently on the scar.Although he knew that Ye Yang's wound had healed, he couldn't help but be cautious, for fear of hurting him again, and he had the habit of practicing martial arts since he was a child, his fingertips were slightly thin shoulders, a little rough, Caressing on Ye Yang's shoulder, the weird feeling made Ye Yang dodge.

This feeling is too weird, he is a frequent visitor to the bathhouse after all, and it's not like he hasn't been bathed by the bathhouse master, but the feeling is really different from what he feels now. The bones were already soft, so he could only dodge forward in embarrassment. Feng Luan didn't know why he did this, but thought he still felt itchy, so he could only grab Ye Yang's hand, and said to Ye Yang, "Don't hide. .”

Ye Yang couldn't help waving his hands, and found an excuse indiscriminately: "Your Majesty, I'm ticklish, so I'd better do it myself."

Before the words finished, Feng Luan's other hand was grabbing his shoulder, and this almost made Ye Yang tremble all over, his face couldn't help turning red, and his voice also lowered.

"Emperor... Your Majesty." He stammered, "I, I... I can do it myself."

what's up!

Just apply medicine!What is your own reaction!

Before Feng Luan could speak in the future, the maid he sent to look for Kang Ning had already returned with Kang Ning and Shen Shaoheng, and seeing that Ye Yang was really persistent, he nodded, got up and left the door, and met Shen in the side hall Kang two.

Ye Yang's face was on fire, he was only glad that the sun was not bright yet, and the room was dimly lit, Feng Luanxian never saw his distressed appearance clearly, he patted his face, convinced in his heart that the one with the sensitive body was Yun Yang, and What does he have to do with Ye Yang, so he hastily applied the ointment and put on his clothes, tried to calm down, and went into the side hall, just looking for an excuse to sneak away early.

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

"The emperor calm down." Kang Ning said, "It's a blessing for me to have an admonishing minister—"

"He's full of nonsense, he arranges me wantonly, what a piece of shit luck!" Feng Luan tore off the handwritten note in the other hand, threw it out of the door, and said angrily, "What are you talking about, what are you talking about? In the folk rumors, is it so unbearable?!"

The ball of paper was rolling to Ye Yang's feet, Ye Yang lowered his head slowly, through the back of the paper, he could vaguely see the words written on the other side.

"There are rumors among the people...violence...dissolute...tao...bloodthirsty...chunxiao...no...if there is a way of heaven...to punish..."

Ye Yang: "..."

Well, it's time to choose words and make sentences.

He closed his eyes, mobilized his not-so-strong language skills, and tried his best to combine these scattered handwriting.

Then a sentence came to his mind.

"There are rumors among the people that this tyrant is licentious, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. The spring night is bitter and the day is high. From now on, the king will not go to court early. If there is a way of heaven, he will be punished."

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

"I think he just remembers the revenge of "Mengqiu" that day!" Feng Luan's face turned pale with anger, "I work diligently in politics every day, so I am a tyrant!"

Ye Yang: "..."

and many more.

Is the self-perception of this tyrant somewhat different from that of the author of the original work?