What is unpredictable king's heart, this is king's heart unfathomable!

Just now, no matter what he said, he liked it, why did it start to fall in the blink of an eye?

Ye Yang and Feng Luan looked at each other, and Feng Luan suddenly sneered and said, "Break a big stone on your chest? How about you learn to break a big stone on your chest?"

Ye Yang: "No, no, no..."

Feng Luan raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What exactly do you want to learn?"

Ye Yang: "..."

He pondered with trepidation and thought, remembering that Feng Luan had said something to him before.

Feng Luan said that he has been specializing in riding and shooting since he was a child, but now, he is still obediently admitting it, and it is better to pick up what Feng Luan will do.

Ye Yang answered honestly, "I want to learn to ride and shoot."

Feng Luan's mood seems to have finally improved: "When you are healed, I will teach you."

Ye Yang: "..."

Dog Emperor.

He just cursed in his heart when Feng Luan stood up suddenly, causing him to shrink back in fright, but Feng Luan just asked Kang Ning to send over the book that he had not read. He seemed to be determined to rest here tonight, Ye Yang But hope he can leave as soon as possible.

Although he couldn't make Feng Luan go after Chu Lian, he had a way to make the tyrant leave because he hated him.

This tyrant only likes elegant and weak beauties. He loves faces, not people. If the elegant beauties do something extremely uncivilized, Feng Luan should immediately lose interest in him.

Ye Yang thought so, he simply climbed to the edge of the bed and looked down at his legs.

The big guy with his feet is the essence of all rough guys.

He doesn't believe that Luanneng has sex/interest with a person who is holding Erlang's legs and shaking his flip-flops.

Ye Yang just woke up, wearing only pajamas, no shoes and socks, he probed to look under the bed, there was a pair of low-top upturned cloth shoes, which were very delicate, so he moved to the bedside , stepped on the back of the shoe.

Without flip-flops, cloth shoes should be fine.

Feng Luan remained silent, but his eyes were chasing his actions. When he saw him put his feet into his shoes, he just said lightly and asked, "Master Yun, what are you doing."

Ye Yang sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and put the other leg on his knees. He thought he was looking rough and started shaking his legs.

He was only wearing a single-layer bedclothes, which were made of good materials, like silk. With his movements, the trouser legs slipped upwards, revealing a calf and a slender ankle. The cloth shoes could be hung on the toes. Gorgeous and shaky, it made his skin as white as snow, with faint blue veins looming.

Ye Yang didn't realize it yet, he was shaking his legs and shoes, and was about to stretch out his hand to make a foot-picking movement, but found that the opposite Feng Luan looked at him, as if something was wrong.

Ye Yang lowered his head and looked at his legs.

The exposed calf is thin and white, and the cloth shoes are like high heels hanging on the toes in the sexy photo. The picture in front of me is not only not vulgar, but also seems to be inexplicably unspeakable.

Ye Yang: "..."

Wait, why does Yunyang have no leg hair.

How can a rough man be gone! Have! leg! hair!

If he had hairy legs, this performance would have achieved twice the result with half the effort. He could scare Feng Luan away on the spot. As a result, now he has made his feet sting like a lure. He can't do this. atmosphere.

Ye Yang: "...Brother, have you eaten?"

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang put down his legs in embarrassment, tore off his trousers, looked at Feng Luan, and managed to regain some confidence: "I... I'm starving, but we have nothing left, just some cabbage, bangzi and potato chips, why don't you stew it? Let's stew, shall we be on the hour?"

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan raised his hand and took the book handed over by Kang Ning, but he was still calm, and his favorability didn't change. He just frowned slightly, and said with disgust, "You really should study the etiquette of a school."

But when he mentioned the four words "Etiquette in the Palace", he couldn't help but think of Li Ma and Na Yu Shi, and his brows could not help but wrinkle a little tighter, and said in a low voice, "I don't know shame."

Before he finished speaking, he paused again, remembering Ye Yang's refutation of his words that day, he couldn't help swallowing the end of the sentence, snorted slightly, slightly displeased, raised his eyebrows and looked at Kang Ning, and asked: "Where is the teaching mammy?"

Kang Ning replied, "It should still be in the Palace of Lord Yunshi."

"Change one." Feng Luan flicked his eyes to Ye Yang's leg and said, "What does this teach."

Ye Yang was nervous for a moment.

The book makes it clear that Feng Luan is a tyrant who can kill even his own brother. He said that he wants to change the teaching mammy. Could it be that he wants to kill Li mama?

Ye Yang hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Mammy Li didn't make a big mistake, so please think twice."

Feng Luan glanced at him sideways: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Ye Yang: "Uh..."

He murmured for a moment, there was an indescribable embarrassment in his heart, so he hurriedly looked away, trying to change the current topic, and asked, "...Your Majesty, what happened to the assassin last night?"

Feng Luan turned over a page and said lightly, "Kill it."

Ye Yang: "...Is there no need for interrogation?"

Feng Luan replied, "I already know who he is."

Ye Yang looked at him curiously, but Feng Luan stopped talking. Compared with the happy mood when he was joking with him before, Feng Luan's expression seemed to be colder, and he stopped talking to him, just looking at his hands The memorial, and did not turn to the next page for a long time.

Ye Yang shut up.

This is obviously not something he should know. He really shouldn't talk too much. When he saw that Feng Luan didn't want to talk to him anymore, he simply lay down on his side without saying a word. After eating and drinking medicine, he quickly fell asleep again. .

He slept too much during the day, and for some reason he had recurring nightmares, and woke up several times in the night. Seeing that Feng Luan was still sleeping on the soft couch outside, he didn't dare to disturb him. He was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep. , but heard Feng Luan muttering, and he seemed to be in a nightmare again.

Ye Yang hugged the quilt and turned over silently.

Listening too much is wrong. The last time Feng Luan found out that he got up, he lost his favor. With the lessons learned before, he decided not to know what to do.

But he remembered Feng Luan's ravings in his dream last time, and couldn't help but feel curious again.

Who is the "A Yue" in Feng Luan's mouth?

...

At dawn the next day, when Ye Yang woke up, Feng Luan had already gone to court.

He was drinking the medicine, but when he turned his head, he saw Mammy Li leaning on the door frame, looking at him with teary eyes.

Ye Yang groaned in his heart, and was shocked that something was wrong.

"Little Young Master! The slave girl is leaving!" Mammy Li shouted while wiping away her tears, "The emperor has ordered, the slave servant can no longer stay by your side!"

Ye Yang: "Ah..."

He remembered the pictures of the jade and the secret drama that Li Ma gave him, and wished Li Ma would go faster.

But he never expected that Mammy Li dragged out a little palace maid from behind and put the secret treasure bag in the boudoir that he was carrying around the little maid's neck. With teary eyes, he looked up at Ye Yang and said, "Little Young Master, Wanjuan is an apprentice taught by the slaves and servants. Let Wanjuan follow you in the future!"

Ye Yang: "...This is not necessary."

Wanjuan was pushed forward by Mammy Li and jumped forward, and bowed sharply to Ye Yang, making Ye Yang take a few steps back in fright.

"The slave has studied it carefully, and the matter of holy favor is in the body and mind." Wanjuan raised her head and looked at Ye Yang, nervous and stammered, "Nu Nu Nu slave will definitely help the young master win the Sacred Heart. !"

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang felt his head hurt even more.

Looking at the eager eyes of the two of them, he suddenly remembered something, grabbed Mammy Li's arm, and asked, "Mama Li, how long have you been in the palace?"

Mammy Li patted her chest and assured: "The slaves have been in the palace for more than 20 years, and they have watched the emperor grow up. What the emperor likes, the slaves all know!"

Ye Yang didn't want to know Feng Luan's preferences, he was more curious about Feng Luan's dreams.

He wanted to rush to ask the matter clearly before Madam Li left, so he lowered his voice and asked, "You... do you know who in the palace calls A Yue by name, or who has the word Yue in his name."

Before she could finish a sentence, Madam Li could not wait to raise her hand to cover his mouth, her face full of horror, she lowered her voice even lower, and together with Wanjuan, they approached Ye Yang and asked, "Little Young Master, is this word ok? Don't talk nonsense, if the emperor hears it, he will definitely be angry."

Ye Yang asked: Why? "

Mammy Li had no choice but to answer: "Little Young Master... Have you ever heard of King Shenyang?"

Ye Yang had an epiphany.

He didn't know who the name A Yue was, but he had seen the name of King Shenyang in the book.

That is the younger brother of Feng Luan's compatriot. The book says that Feng Luan killed his brother and his father for the emperor's throne. It is rumored that the father was killed. On the head, the killing of the brother was indeed a matter of fact. At that time, several princes were competing for the throne, and tricks were frequent. Among them, Feng Luan was the most ruthless. Apart from a few of his half-brothers, he did not even spare his own younger brother, King Fengyue of Shenyang. He stepped on the blood of his close relatives to ascend to the throne, and he washed away the dissidents in the Qing Dynasty. He ascended the throne in just one month , has killed hundreds of people, this is called a tyrant.

But Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan was babbling in his dream that day, and it seemed... very guilty.

If that Ah Yue is the king of Shenyang, then this is a bad debt in the palace, and it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't need to pay attention to it, the melon has been eaten, and it is time to send Mammy Li away.

Ye Yang was injured, and he was infected with the cold before. Getting out of bed and walking around would inevitably affect the wound, so Wanju sent Mammy Li out, and ran back, eager to offer advice to Ye Yang.

Ye Yang had already picked up the medicine bowl and sipped it one by one as she listened to what she said.

"Young master was injured because of the emperor." Wanjuan said seriously, "If the emperor comes again, tell the emperor that you have pain in your shoulder and ask the emperor to rub it!"

Ye Yang choked on the medicine.

"No, no, the wound will hurt when you rub it." Wanjuan retorted, "Then...then let the emperor blow it!"

After saying this, she stood on her hips and raised her chest, looking very proud.

Ye Yang coughed a few times, and then deliberately asked: "Blow it? Then do you still have to kiss and hold it high?"

Wanjuan's eyes lit up: "Little son! Good strategy!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Wanju took another step forward and continued to offer advice, but the palace people outside the door all shouted in unison: "The servants are knocking down to see the emperor."

Ye Yang sighed.

What are you talking about, why is Feng Luan still staying in his palace and not leaving?

Wanjuan was startled, and fell to her knees. Just as Feng Luan stepped into the room, she glanced at her, and asked casually, "A new palace maid? Some face."

Ye Yang responded quickly: "Yes, the special garlic peeling girl, that... cuckoo, say hello to the emperor."

Feng Luan: "..."

His favor was still unchanged, and Wan Juxian was seeing Feng Luan for the first time. She stammered nervously, but still stubbornly finished her words.

"Slave Wanjuan, knock to see the emperor." Wanjuan said nervously, "Your Majesty, Xiaogong... No, Yun Shijun was still talking just now, saying that his shoulders hurt."

Ye Yang: "..."

isn't it? Just this bad plan, really turned around and sold him? !

Feng Luan was slightly startled, looked up at Ye Yang, and asked hesitantly, "Your wound hurts? Do you want to pass on the imperial doctor?"

Ye Yang: "..."

He looked at Wanjuan's forehead against the ground, and looking at it from his angle, he happened to be able to see half of Wanjuan's face exposed from under his arms, those big eyes clacked, winking at him desperately.

Ye Yang decided to pretend he didn't see it: "No, no, small problem, I don't feel pain."

Before she finished speaking, Wanjuan raised her head in hatred of Tiebuchenggang.

"Your Majesty!" Wanjuan shouted, "Your Majesty said! Pain in the body is nothing! As long as there is spiritual comfort!"

Feng Luan was startled by her loud roar: "...Ah?"

Ye Yang shouted before her, "Flesh wounds! It's okay!"

But he still didn't drown out the voice of the late cuckoo.

"The waiter said it! The wound hurts!" Wanjuan shouted, "I want the emperor to kiss and hug, lift! High! High!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan: "..."