Ye Yang entered a palace fighting novel.

He became seriously ill and opened his eyes, and he became Yunyang, the servant who was pushed into the lake to drown by the original book's heroine. They saw numbers jumping up and down.

Like this moment.

Ye Yang, who had just been fished out of the Imperial Garden Lake, was lying on the bed, smelling a very faint scent of incense on the tip of his nose, and turned to look at the belated tyrant Feng Luan in front of him, and how good Feng Luan treated him as high as 71. Sensitivity, lost in thought.

He remembered the instructions for the system that first emerged.

If the tyrant's opinion is higher than 100, the tyrant will definitely fall in love with him.

If the tyrant's opinion is below 0, the tyrant will likely kill him.

Either way, it's the future that Ye Yang doesn't want to see.

He must control Feng Luan's favorability within a range that is neither high nor low, preserve his life and chastity, and stay away from all battles in the palace.

71 is too high and has to be lowered.

Ye Yang decided to pretend to have amnesia.

In the book, Feng Luan is said to be cruel and ruthless, and specialize in the delicate beauty of Liu Fufeng, while Yun Yang, the youngest son of Prime Minister Yun's family, is elegant and quiet, as peaceful as a fairy, and is exactly what Feng Luan's appetite is.

But Ye Yang is different.

He is a pure northeastern gentleman. Since elementary school, he has been a resident player in the sports meeting and a champion in snowball fights. Yunyang is weak in the wind, and he can pull the weeping willow. It just so happens that Yunyang's mother is a foreigner. Use this to play.

Feng Luan's expression was cold and his demeanor was solemn. It seemed that even if Yunyang drowned in the palace today, it was nothing more than an insignificant matter to him. what happened?"

Ye Yang winked at him.

Feng Luan didn't understand what he meant, so he frowned, as if he also blinked subconsciously.

His face was gloomy and solemn, and it seemed strange that such an expression appeared on his face. Ye Yang couldn't help bending the corners of his lips. Before he could speak, he saw a few numbers jump out of Feng Luan's body.

"Feng Luan favorability +1, current favorability is 72"

Ye Yang: "..."

What? What's going on? How do you feel good when you smile? !

Ye Yang panicked for a while, and he blurted out without choosing what to say.

"You sei?" Yun Yang, the first beauty in the harem, said gruffly, "What are you looking at? Are you looking for a cut?"

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan asked for a tutor and decided to let Ye Yang re-learn court etiquette.

...

The previous dynasty was busy with government affairs, so Feng Luan didn't want to stay here any longer, so he got up and left, obviously not taking Yunyang's falling into the water at all, but Ye Yang waited in a daze for a while. .

Mammy Li looked like she was only in her forties, she was carrying a bulging bag, and when she saw Ye Yang, she spoke first and said, "Servant Yun, there are many people here, if you want to practice the etiquette in the palace, only I'm afraid it won't be convenient."

Ye Yang: "..."

He thought that Mammy Li might have wanted to talk to him in private, so he ordered the rest of the palace staff to step back. After everyone had left, Mammy Li took a deep breath and looked at Ye Yang with tears in her eyes.

"Little Young Master, you've suffered!" Mammy Li wiped away her tears as she grabbed the little handkerchief, "I told Sir Yun long ago that this palace is a den of cannibals, and no one can get a good death."

Ye Yang: "...Hey?"

Wait, what's going on here? Is Li Ma and the Yun family still related?

Before Li Mama came, she had heard about Yunyang's sudden amnesia when she fell into the water, but she was not in a hurry. It won't take long for her to remember such a thing as amnesia. The most important thing at the moment is to maintain Yunyang. Grace.

She believed that she was familiar with Yunyang, so she switched to the class mode and said, "Little son, you shouldn't even remember what the slaves taught you in the past."

Ye Yang was sluggish in his heart, not knowing what the current situation was, but he could only nod his head.

"It's not in the way!" Li Ma said, "Yun Xiangyou is in front of you, and this slave will definitely help the young master to win the favor!"

Hearing the word "Sheng Chong", Ye Yang couldn't help but froze all over, very embarrassed, but Mammy Li smiled slightly at him, took off the bag from her waist and held it high, raising her voice in a grand manner.

"There is - please - boudoir treasure!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang froze.

Isn't this an etiquette class?

let me go! This is not a car for etiquette class!

Mammy Li lowered her voice and said, "The emperor is diligent in political affairs, but lacks skills in avatars, so he is indifferent... According to the slaves, this matter requires some careful planning."

Ye Yang hurriedly refused and said, "You don't need to say anymore..."

Mammy Li: "You don't have to be shy, young master, this kind of thing also requires training!"

Mammy Li turned her head and picked up the "Secret Treasure of the Boudoir" on the table, opened the cloth bag, took out something from it, and said, "Little Young Master, look—"

Ye Yang didn't see it.

He covered his face with one hand, blushing slightly, and was about to open his mouth to refuse, when he suddenly heard a loud announcement from the palace servant outside.

"The servants meet the emperor, and the concubine Chu!"

Ye Yang trembled in fright.

Concubine Chu is the original heroine of the book, Chu Lian, who caused Yunyang to fall into the water, and didn't this tyrant go back to the palace? Why is he back again!

He still came with Chu Lian!

Chu Lian is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and now Yunyang is still a thorn in her eyes. If she sees something in Li Mammy's hand, it is almost equivalent to handing a knife to her hand. big hat.

He stretched out his hand to grab the gadgets in Mammy Li's hand, never wanting that Mama Li was taken aback by his actions, slipped his hand for a moment, and the gadgets in his hands came out of his hands, and spun around on the ground, rolling away. to the foot of Ye Yang.

The door has been pushed open from the outside.

Ye Yang hurriedly said: "...Mammy, you're true, what are you doing with the rolling pin for me? Don't we have a royal kitchen—"

He rolled over and got out of bed, with agile skills, he didn't hesitate to kick the jade on the ground to the bed, but he didn't expect that Li Ma and him had no tacit understanding, and just happened to stretch out his foot and kicked the jade with him one by one. potential.

The jade is made of high-quality jade, which is warm and smooth. Ye Yang used a lot of strength to kick the jade far away, and it happened to roll to the feet of Feng Luan who stepped into the house.

Ye Yangsan stood on the spot and reluctantly finished the second half of his sentence in embarrassment: "If mama really wants to taste my craft, we... we can't roll noodles in the bedroom."

Ye Yang: "..."

Mama Li: "..."

Feng Luan: "..."

Chu Lian was extremely dignified, stepped into the house, and asked, "What rolling pin?"

She fell a few steps from Feng Luan, and naturally she never saw the intense scene in the house just now, but Ye Yang had already crashed and went offline on the spot, he turned his head down, and decided to admit his death.

However, Feng Luan stepped on the jade stance. He was dressed in complicated clothes, and the hem of his clothes was almost dragging on the ground. If he didn't stare carefully, it would be difficult to see that he was stepping on something shady, but Ye Yang could see clearly. Clearly, he was stunned for a while, not understanding why Feng Luan did this.

He could only see the crazy numbers beating around Feng Luan.

Feng Luan's favorability -1-1-1-1...

Feng Luan's current favorability: 50

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang's heart was ashes.

What the hell is the ultimate social death scene... how does he get it back? !

Chu Lian never looked at Feng Luan's feet, she just smiled charmingly and said, "It turns out that Shijun Yun still knows how to cook."

Ye Yang was embarrassed: "...You are polite, I understand a little bit."

He was still at a loss, and Mammy Li was already frightened, so he could only bite the bullet and raise his head, looking at Feng Luan at a loss.

He didn't know why Feng Luan wanted to help him cover up this matter, but since Feng Luan had already helped him cover it up, he couldn't just watch him go to death here, and Feng Luan really raised his eyes slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. Called lightly, "Concubine Chu, don't you want to play chess with Concubine Shen?"

Chu Lian was stunned. She obviously didn't know why Feng Luan suddenly mentioned this matter, but she still responded respectfully and said, "Yes."

Feng Luan: "Then what are you doing here?"

Chu Lian: "I..."

Feng Luan: "Kang Ning, send Concubine Chu back."

Chu Lian: "..."

The chambermaid Kang Ning took Chu Lian and the sluggish Mama Li away together. As soon as the door was closed, only Feng Luan and Ye Yang were left in the room.

No, Ye Yang felt that the current scene was very bad.

He couldn't tell the tension in his heart, but he didn't know what he should do for a while, he could only smile at Feng Luan, and before he could speak, he heard Feng Luan say slowly, "Yun Xiang, the scholar of the Yun family, taught you. these things?"

Ye Yang bit his head and said, "...This has nothing to do with my father."

Feng Luan just pretended that he had never heard of it.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were dark, and he was as deep as a cold pool. He didn't see the slightest hint of pity and admiration for the rumored cherished servant. Seeing Ye Yang staring at him nervously, he just raised his jaw slightly, estranged from the cold.

"Kneel down." He said coldly, "Pick it up by yourself."

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It is the sand sculpture ancient delay to be opened in the next chapter~

"Following the Order"

(The pre-received copy may be changed, but the stalk will not change)

The young prince of the Western Regions, Yan Jingming, is the eight-character Chunyang, and the national teacher called him the best candidate for the serious illness of the prince, Wen Shenchong. He was forced to marry, and faced the etiquette of the Central Plains court, and his head was gradually bald.

Everyone in the palace tasted wine, talked songs, beat drums and shot arrows.

Yan Jingming felt that the wine was a little weak, the mosquitoes were singing, the clapping was loud, and the target was pierced as soon as it was shot, and it pierced ten targets in a row. When he turned his head and saw everyone's shocked expressions, he put away the bow and arrow in his hands, feeling that he had embarrassed the prince.

Not long after, everyone admired the flowers and sang poetry, and Yan Jingming wrote a poem on the spot.

Yan Jingming: "Ah! Flowers! You look so red!"

Wen Shen: "..."

Yan Jingming: "Ah! Flowers! You smell! It's quite fragrant!"

Yan Jingming looked at everyone's eyes, and felt that he might... humiliate the prince again.

Life in the Central Plains is really hard.

...

Yan Jingming felt that he was just following an order to rejoice. When the prince recovered, he would be able to leave this annoying Central Plains Palace and go back to be his wolf in the Western Regions.

But the prince taught him to read, helped him out of the siege, and rode with him to hunt in autumn, and he was born so beautiful.

He felt that he seemed to... like him a little bit.

Until Wen Shen ascended the throne, Yan Jingming was full of loneliness, packed up his burdens and prepared to go home.

I didn't want Wen Shenxi to wear a crown and stop him in the hall.

"It's the only one who wants to be enthroned," he said, "how can the queen not be here?"

【Guide to Correct Eating】

1. Demining warning: male can marry background, love after marriage, Yan Jingming is the Chinese name of the little prince √

2. For overhead sand sculptures, sand sculptures are enough, and the rest are floating clouds, so there is no need for textual research.

3. In the early stage, the weak-bellied black civil and military double-cultivator prince x the blond and blue-eyed prince of the Western Regions with super high force value