When Ye Yang was nervous, his mouth was always quicker than his head. He looked at Feng Luan Binghan's alienated gaze, his heart was half cold, and he subconsciously had to justify his behavior just now, smirkingly said: "Isn't it just a noodle rolling stick? ……"

Feng Luan also looked at him: "If you say more, you will go home tomorrow with your rolling pin."

He imitated Ye Yang's wording, and he always followed his words, so Ye Yang resolutely shut his mouth and did not dare to speak more to Feng Luan.

Ye Yang was somewhat resistant to kneeling in his heart. He squatted down carefully, trying to pick up the jade on the ground, but he saw Feng Luan's favor quickly drop to 40. He trembled in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to reach the jade at Feng Luan's feet. It's just that the thing is being stepped on by Feng Luan, and Feng Luan obviously has no intention of raising his foot to move away, Ye Yang hesitated again and again, but he could only raise his head and show a flattering smile to Feng Luan, saying: "Brother, Lift your inner feet up and hold them here."

"Feng Luan favorability -5, current favorability 35"

Ye Yang: "..."

He wanted to lower Feng Luan's favor, that's right, but the favor was gone too fast!

Feng Luan asked him, "What did you call me for?"

Ye Yang obediently confessed: "Your Majesty."

After he finished saying this, he waited for a while before he saw Feng Luan lift his foot slightly to move away, while Ye Yang squatted on the ground and hurriedly reached out to Feng Luan's feet. Stepping on the thing, he looked up in confusion and looked up, only to see Feng Luan extending his hand to him.

Warm fingertips caressed the beauty's lips, brushed the side of the fair and flawless face, and the index finger gently supported his lower jaw, causing the beauty to raise her eyes to look at herself.

It's just that he lowered his eyebrows, and there was no emotion in his expression. If he was doing something he was reluctant to do, he still forced Ye Yang to raise his head and use a little force between his fingers, and the beauty was white and smooth. A faint red mark was printed on his skin, and he opened his lips, seemingly hesitating to speak, but couldn't say the next word.

Ye Yang stiffened his back, and the cold scent of incense on Feng Luan's body was vague, lingering on the tip of his nose, and he was half-bent, with one hand still pressing on the jade at Feng Luan's feet, the scene was so ambiguous that he closed his eyes. He could guess what was going to happen next with his eyes, so he was nervous, and he had no idea what to do in his heart. After such a stalemate for a while, he reluctantly smiled at Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, your legs are numb.

Feng Luan: "..."

"Feng Luan favorability -5, current favorability 30"

Ye Yang: "..."

Half an hour ago, there was still a favorability rating of 71, and after an hour, there is only 30 left? !

no.

He has to figure out a way.

Ye Yang wished that Feng Luan would dislike him and leave soon, so as to leave him some time to relax, but Feng Luan remained motionless, raised his chin, looked directly into his eyes, lowered his eyelashes for a long time, and said softly: " Tomorrow's Qixi Palace Banquet, you will come too."

Ye Yang froze: "Qi Xi... what's the matter?"

Feng Luan had already withdrawn his hand, without explaining, he slowly sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Ye Yang looked at him, but suddenly remembered a major event in the plot of the original book that could be called a turning point.

In the early years, Feng Luan was so absorbed in government affairs that he hardly came to the harem. Until the day before Qixi Festival, he spent the night in the Chu Lian Palace, and then Chu Lian became pregnant and only favored the Six Palaces.

As soon as Yunyang drowned, Feng Luan ran to spend the day and drink.

This dog king!

Ye Yang was angry in his heart, but he had doubts.

Wait, then why is this dog emperor still here? !

But Feng Luan sat drinking tea and didn't talk to him very much. When Kang Ning, who sent Chu Lian back, had already returned, he still didn't move.

Ye Yang was really anxious, so he had to try his best to hint, and asked bravely, "Brother...Is there something wrong with the emperor?"

Feng Luan took a sip of tea slowly and did not speak.

Ye Yang: "If you have something to say, feel free to talk, if you have nothing to do... just..."

He simply closed his eyes and leaned on the bed, and said, "I just fell into the water and the frozen head hurts. Can you stop for a while and let me squint for a while?"

Feng Luan put down the tea cup slowly.

"Master Yun is ill, and you really should rest well." Feng Luan said, "Kang Ning, I will send the papers that I haven't finished reading today."

Ye Yang was silent for a long time, before he spoke with trembling, and said, "Your Majesty, you... where are you going to rest tonight?"

Feng Luan asked back, "Master Yun's accent is back?"

Ye Yang: "..."

With a favorability rating of 30, if he said a few more words, it would be cleared up. Now, in this situation, how could he dare to make a fool of himself.

Feng Luan lowered his eyes again: "You're not feeling well, so let someone make a soft couch, and I will stay here overnight."

Ye Yang was about to be moved, but Feng Luan added slowly, "I'll save you from passing on your sickness to me."

Ye Yang forcefully twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, if you go back, you can't do it!"

Feng Luan: "I want to do it soon."

Ye Yang: "..."

After Feng Luan finished saying these words, Ye Yang watched the red letter +1 floating on his body, thinking inwardly.

Why do you feel better? Where is the joy of this tyrant?

Your heart is unpredictable, he can't figure it out.

...

Yun Yang was weak over the years, Ye Yang lay on the bed for a while, but he actually fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was late at night.

The candle in the palace has been extinguished, and because of his cold and frail body, the doors and windows in the palace are tightly closed, and only a little light comes in through the paper surface of the window sash. Ye Yang feels thirsty, and he is not used to calling the palace servants, thinking about crawling. He got up and poured himself a glass of water to drink, but suddenly he heard a strange noise, which startled him.

It seemed that someone pressed the exclamation into his throat, panicking in a hurry, Ye Yang lifted the teapot and looked around in horror, and it took a moment to confirm the source of the sound.

It was the tyrant.

The soft couch is on the outside of the hall, Feng Luan is lying flat on top, his hands are folded on his lower abdomen, his sleeping posture is neat and solemn, just like him, but at this moment he is sweating, breathing quickly, and his expression is panic and uneasiness, as if he is in a nightmare. .

In his mouth, Ye Yang didn't know if he should wake him up, but if Emperor Gou's sleep talk was not properly preserved, it involved the secrets of the court, so it was better not to listen to it.

He turned around slightly and was about to slip away when he heard Feng Luan's trembling whisper.

"I can't help..." Feng Luan clenched the quilt tightly, his face pale, "Ayue, don't hate me..."

Ye Yang couldn't help turning around and looked at Feng Luan again.

He is good at everything, just nosy and a little gossip.

Looking at Feng Luan's reaction, he felt that his dream would obviously not be a happy youthful childhood memory, not sure what A Yue was or Feng Luan's dream lover Bai Yueguang, and the three thousand concubines in the harem were all his incarnations.

Although Feng Luan only has three people in his harem, which is a little less interesting, and the book never said that Feng Luan has any white moonlight, but this does not prevent this kind of double bloody plot from developing in his mind. Pricked up his ears, just as he was about to hear a few more words, Feng Luan suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes of the two met, and Ye Yang was a little embarrassed.

"Master Yun." Feng Luan asked, "What are you doing here?"

He just woke up from the nightmare, breathing slightly, his voice was hoarse, and the sweat on his forehead was fine, and he was trying his best to calm down. But his expression had long since returned to normal, even more dangerous than usual indifference. The bottom of his eyes seemed to be pressing with chills, so Ye Yang first swallowed a mouthful of saliva, laughed dryly, and said, "Get up... get up. night……"

Feng Luan was silent, and for a moment, a red letter that had diminished favoritism floated on his body.

"Feng Luan favorability -10, current favorability 21"

Ye Yang panicked.

He smiled stiffly and said dryly, "Thirsty... thirsty... I'm thirsty, drink some water."

After saying this, he directly raised the teapot, raised his head and poured a big mouthful of tea into the mouth of the teapot.

He obviously drank too hastily. The tea flowed from the corner of his mouth and down his chin into his neck, moistening the front of his shirt, revealing the white skin under the shirt, and the deep-set collarbone, which made him cough more and more, almost coughing out. Tears, the corners of the eyes were slightly flushed, and the eyes were misty.

He used to drink water with his head up and his mouth open. He obviously didn't realize how out of place his actions were now. He was wearing the skin of a frail beauty, and every move was a bit tempting.

Feng Luan frowned slightly, and instead of looking at him, he put on a cold face and said, "Since you've finished drinking, then go back to sleep."

Ding.

"Feng Luan favorability +1, current favorability 22"

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang followed Feng Luan's line of sight and looked at himself.

This color embryo faint!

"I'm going to bed first, good night!" Ye Yang reluctantly maintained his calm, turned his head and walked towards the bed, but he remembered the precarious favorability of the Emperor Dog, but he added, "You... your clothes are all wet, Change your clothes and go to sleep."

Feng Luan was really startled, as if a little surprised and a little puzzled. Ye Yang looked at his expression, but felt that he might have said something wrong, and hurriedly changed the title of what he said just now, and said: "You change your clothes before going to bed."

Feng Luan still frowned at him.

Ye Yang had to continue to change his words: "Your Majesty... rest early..."

Feng Luan finally lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his expression returned to the past, but Ye Yang didn't see any change in his favor, but now that he won't lose, Ye Yang thought it was over, and was about to sneak back to rest, but Feng Luan stopped him. .

Feng Luan said: "Wait."

Ye Yang stopped and turned his head stiffly.

Don't, don't come again, okay?

Feng Luan raised his eyes to look at him, his tone was flat, as if he was saying something very ordinary: "I want to take a bath and change clothes."

The nightmare just now made him break out in a cold sweat, and his wet shirt was sticking to his body, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and he estimated that the time should be when it was time to prepare for the morning, and he was no longer sleepy. appropriate.

After he said this, Ye Yang saw that Feng Luan's favorability had dropped to 22 and added 1. He hurriedly nodded in agreement, turned around and went out, and called in the palace servants who were waiting outside the door and ordered them to go. Prepare hot water.

Seeing that the palace people were busy coming and going, Ye Yang decided to take this opportunity to sneak away, while obstructing the Emperor Dog's eyes, and then losing a little more favorability, just took a step, and suddenly heard a word from Feng Luan.

"Yun Shijun, didn't mammy teach you?" Feng Luan looked at his back and said word by word, "Husband bathes, you should stay here and wait for undressing."

Ye Yang: "..."

fuck! Dog Emperor!

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"Fake Concubine, Real Queen" by Yun Zhaojun

For the sake of the prince, He Gu was born and died, pacified the south and settled the north, and finally the new emperor ascended the throne, but he ended up being beheaded by the whole family.

Back at the age of sixteen, there are two choices in front of him:

Once again, he took the olive branch handed over by the prince and became his confidant.

He Gu: Bah!

Or marry the eldest princess who is rumored to be noble, glamorous, and very disgusting with men, and become a poor concubine who cannot enter office, eat soft rice, and may be a virgin for life.

He Gu: ...Isn't it just soft rice, just eat it!

Later, Lord He Xiaohou met the eldest princess who was out of the palace hunting on the long street.

The eldest princess, who was wearing a red dress and a dark horse, and her skin was snowy, glanced at him from a distance, her eyes were as cold as autumn water.

Lord He Xiaohou was stunned at a glance.

...the bowl of soft rice in my hand suddenly became fragrant.

Unexpectedly, after a lot of hard work as a concubine, he found that the eldest princess was not quite right.

That's right, it's him, not her.

It turns out that it is a lie to be a virgin for the rest of your life, so this person should not be too good, okay?

He Gu suddenly found that his belly was big, and he was very sad and angry.

"In case anyone finds out, will my concubine still be a human being?"

"The concubine is pregnant, it's really not easy to see people... But if the queen is pregnant, is it not justifiable to give birth to the emperor's heir?"

【Eating Guide】

1. Women's clothing in the early stage

1. 1v1he childbirth