Feng Luan was in a bad mood, and he almost never said a word to Ye Yang on the way back to the palace.

Ye Yang couldn't figure out his mood changes, so he could only sit on the side carefully, thinking that the tyrant is like a tiger, this tyrant always refuses to talk properly, and he can't read his mind. He was in trouble.

The horse farm of the Imperial Army was still some distance away from the palace, and the carriage was bumpy. Ye Yang was sitting upright at first, but after a while, he couldn't bear to move his butt slightly from side to side, but Feng Luan was by his side, and there was only 7 left for him. Having a good impression, he did not dare to upset Feng Luan again, he acted cautiously, almost looking at Feng Luan's face to seek temporary relief from the pain.

Today, although it is autumn, it is still a little sultry. The holy car is here, Ye Yang dare not pull up the curtain of the car, there is no airflow inside the car, and there are two big men crowded. It won't be long before Ye Yang Sweaty.

This was not a big deal at first, but there were still frayed wounds on his buttocks on his legs. Sweat seeped into them. The pain was unbearable for a while. It was bumpy, Ye Yang couldn't sit still, the carriage shook, he leaned back, and happened to be sitting on the rubbed wound, his face was pale, and he could not wait to jump up immediately, but he could only hold on slightly. That soft cushion, quietly raised his hips, trying his best to keep the distance between the wound and the chair.

He wanted to scream, but he didn't dare to. The pain was slammed into his throat, and finally turned into a low, inaudible groan. Before he could recover, the carriage fell to the other side. Reluctantly maintaining the current distorted sitting posture, he rushed towards Feng Luan in the inertia of the carriage. Anyway, the dog emperor still had some conscience. He stretched out his hand to help him, and half helped him to sit firmly, and asked with a frown: "How do you..."

Yun Yang's body couldn't bear the pain, Ye Yang's face was pale, his forehead was full of fine sweat, his eyes were slightly red, and his breathing was a little short. The ground interrupted and said to Feng Luan, "I...I'm fine..."

Shen Shaoheng was berating the officers and soldiers who were driving in a low voice, and then went to the side of the window screen and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Feng Luan: "..."

He wanted to answer that it was okay, but Ye Yang didn't seem to be okay, he was hesitating, but Shen Shaoheng's figure on the side of the horse suddenly froze, as if pulling the reins and falling behind the carriage, at the end of the sentence Floating in the wind, with some trembling, as if a little frightened.

"This minister is guilty, and this minister should not disturb the emperor." Shen Shaoheng was still in shock, "This minister will order the accompanying imperial guards to retreat five feet and follow!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang looked at the gauze curtain where things were vaguely visible on the outside of the carriage, and then turned around to see how he was now half lying in Feng Luan's arms.

...Wait, there's something wrong with that.

Did Shen Shaoheng misunderstand something? !

He listened to the sound of horses' hooves outside the car gradually leaving behind, his back stiffened, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Luan, for fear that this accident would make Feng Luan's few good feelings for him no longer. significantly reduce.

But after a long while, Feng Luan just cleared his throat a little, held his arm and made him sit upright, Fang Yu said to him, "What I just said, you don't have to take it to heart."

Ye Yang looked up at him cautiously, and saw that his expression was much better than the indifference he had just been unhappy with, and he could even be regarded as soft and gentle. Feng Luan smiled and said, "Yes, this minister knows."

Having said that... what did the dog emperor just say?

"You don't have to be so afraid of me." Feng Luan frowned again and said, "I am not a monster."

Ye Yang couldn't help nodding his head.

He was sitting upright, his eyebrows lowered slightly, and he looked obedient and obedient, but he secretly raised his eyes a little to peek at Feng Luan from under his thick eyelashes, a cautious look, and then added His slightly red eyes, pale and haggard face, slightly messy hair...

Feng Luan coughed again, feeling that what he had just said was really...a bit too heavy.

He felt guilty, but he didn't know how to apologize. He glanced at Ye Yang, and the guilt in his heart slowly spread with an indescribable emotion. He even thought, every move of this servant Yun. He was so straightforward that he didn't hide it, and he seemed to have never seen such a person for so many years in the palace.

Feng Luan calmed down again and asked Ye Yang softly, "Did Ming Yan give you a movie ticket?"

Ye Yang nodded.

He felt that Emperor Dog's eyes were a little scary, and involuntarily shrank to the other side of the carriage, full of obedience and obedience, for fear that he would make Feng Luan unhappy again.

Feng Luan asked him, "Are you interested?"

Ye Yang: "..."

He wanted to shake his head very much, but he raised his head and saw the big number "7" on Feng Luan's head, so he gritted his teeth in tears and nodded seriously.

"I'm interested." Ye Yang said dryly, "I like watching dramas the most."

He has watched a handful of times in his life, most of which are to accompany the elderly, and he does not know what kind of tone and what kind of play the ternary class sings, and whether he can understand it.

All he knew was that if he hadn't been forced to like this dog emperor, he wouldn't be listening to a show.

Feng Luan didn't see his reluctance. He seemed to be quite happy to hear him say this. The carriage finally entered the palace. When it arrived, the carriage stopped. Feng Luan got off the carriage first, turned around and stretched out his hand to go. He helped Ye Yang, but Ye Yang was still sitting on the chair with a reluctant face.

How could he get out of the car! !

After sitting for too long, he sweated again, and his clothes seemed to be stuck to the wound. He lifted his butt a little and felt unbearable pain. Just feel like a dead heart.

Usually when he watches TV dramas, the beauty gets out of the car, and the people next to him have to take a small stool to support him, but now Feng Luan has easily gotten off, Kang Ning seems to have never thought of this, Ye Yang can only get out of the car. Leaning out half of his body, he forced a smile at Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, it's too tall."

He remembered Feng Luan's extremely low favorability, and he was a little apprehensive about every move, for fear that the favorability level would drop further, and his original intention was only to hope that Feng Luan would get someone to help him get a footstool, but he never expected Feng Luan to listen to him. As he said, he simply took another step forward, stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him down directly.

Ye Yang froze.

Not necessarily.

emperor! You don't have to!

He looked nervously at the guards around him, all of them stared blankly at the front, just pretending to ignore everything, but Ye Yang's face turned red.

He gritted his teeth and stood firm on the ground, not daring to look up at Feng Luan. The bumpy road made his butt hurt even more. He hated that damn saddle, but he still remembered the promise he made a few hours ago.

He has vowed to learn to ride a horse, what is it if his butt is worn out, isn't this kind of thing the more sturdy it gets!

Ye Yang made up his mind, took a deep breath, and then raised his head to thank Feng Luan with a smile.

"Feng Luan's favorability rating +10, the current favorability rating is 17"

Hey?

Why did this favorability suddenly come back?

The dog emperor's favorability has increased mysteriously, as if everything can only be faced, which is really difficult to deal with.

Shen Shaoheng was on Kangning's side, and he couldn't help but sigh as he watched Feng Luan walk with Ye Yang into the palace.

"The relationship between the emperor and Shijun Yun is really good." Shen Shaoheng said, "It's the emperor... I really can't see it, the emperor has such a hobby."

Kang Ning raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Commander Shen, what do you want to say? If you want to speak ill of the emperor behind your back—"

Shen Shaoheng hurriedly interrupted Kang Ning's words.

"How dare I speak ill of the emperor." He lowered his voice, "Ping An, it is you, who just followed the carriage, didn't you notice anything?"

Corning: "..."

If you think about it carefully, just now when he was outside the carriage, he did seem to hear some...some strange sounds.

Corning raised his head again and looked at Ye Yang's slightly stiff posture when he was walking.

Corning: "!!!"

"As expected of the emperor." Shen Shaoheng raised his thumb and praised slowly, "Surely experienced, well-informed, and admired by ministers."

...

When Ye Yang returned to the palace, it was already night.

Wanju was still anxiously waiting for him to come back in the palace, and wanted to hear him talk about the perfect experience of riding with the emperor on this day. It was so easy to wait for him to return to the palace, and she didn’t have time to ask any more questions, but Ye Yang asked her to come out. He went outside and locked himself in the house alone.

It was a bumpy day. After returning to the palace, he had dinner with Feng Luan. Ye Yang felt that his butt was not his own, not to mention the inner thigh that he always touched when walking. Now he just wanted to find a place to put He took off his trousers and took a good look at the wound. The medicine should be applied when it should be applied. The weather was still sultry. He didn't want to harvest an infected rotten ass in a few days.

It's just that the palace is not like his own home after all. Ye Yang doesn't know where the palace staff put the emergency medicine. He thought about taking a look at the wound first, and the pants were only half way off, but suddenly he heard Wanju knocking on the door, saying: : "Master, are you alright?"

Ye Yang: "...I'm fine."

It's too embarrassing to wear your butt on a horse. No matter what, you can't say it in front of the little girl. Anyway, the injury can't be seen. He can hold it, he can hold it!

Wan Juan was still a little worried, but Ye Yang had already said it was fine, so she didn't want to ask any more questions, she paused for a moment, and then whispered: "Little Young Master, Imperial Physician Rong has come to deliver medicine, if you are not feeling well, the servant will take it. After taking the medicine, he will be sent away."

As soon as Ye Yang heard the three words of Imperial Physician Rong, he immediately became energized.

He still remembered the medicine that Imperial Physician Rong gave him to relieve itching and light scars. That medicine was a miracle. He should have some medicine for pain relief and disinfection. He urgently needs a box now.

Ye Yang hurriedly said: "Wait! Let him in, I want to meet him in person."

The late cuckoo didn't think much about it.

In the past, when Imperial Physician Rong came here to deliver medicine, Ye Yang would meet him in person when he was free. This was not a big deal. She exited the house, asked Imperial Physician Rong to bring the medicine in, and waited for Ye Yang. say.

Ye Yang felt embarrassed and couldn't speak bluntly, so he had no choice but to beat around the bush and said to Doctor Rong, "Doctor Rong, your medical skills are superb, and the effect of this medicine is excellent. These days, it is thanks to your medicine."

Rong Taiyi was frightened and said: "It's good that the servant thinks it is effective."

Ye Yang coughed lightly and secretly raised his eyes to glance at Wanjuan and the rest of the palace staff. They were all standing farther away. If he lowered his voice, they should not be able to hear clearly, so he asked carefully, "Do you have any disinfectant there? No, anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine?"

Imperial Physician Rong was stunned, and repeated after him: "Anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving? Is your servant injured?"

Although embarrassed to admit it, Ye Yang reluctantly nodded.

"I don't know where the waiter's injury is? How was it injured?" Imperial Doctor Rong asked, afraid that Ye Yang would be puzzled, and explained, "The injuries are different and the medicines are slightly different."

Ye Yang didn't know why he asked this question. He wanted to save face. He didn't want to tell Feng Luan or Wanjuan about it. He hesitated to speak, but Imperial Physician Rong had changed his expression, as if he suddenly understood.

Wait, on the way here, he heard two little eunuchs whispering outside the imperial hospital, as if they were talking about some gossip.

It seems that the emperor took Yun Shijun to the outside of the palace. On the way back, Commander Shen ordered the imperial guards to retreat ten feet for some reason, away from the king's carriage. Dangerous, and Commander Shen, who has been the commander of the Imperial Guard for several years, should not make such a mistake.

Imperial Physician Rong had an epiphany.

He has been an imperial physician in the imperial hospital for decades, and served three emperors. He knows nothing about the things in the harem.

When he looked at Ye Yang again, his expression was a little different.

"I do have a kind of ointment here, and I will send it to you later." Imperial Doctor Rong lowered his voice and said, "Please rest assured, this medicine is a secret that is not passed down in the palace, and it has excellent medicinal effects. It can be restored.”

From the pain in his buttocks, Ye Yang felt that his buttocks were not worn lightly. He didn't expect the injury to heal tomorrow, but only hoped that Imperial Physician Rong's medicine would relieve him a little.

He was extremely grateful to Tong Rong for his thanks. Seeing that Rong had stood up and saluted, he didn't know why he looked in admiration, and he added a sentence to him: "Congratulations to Yun Shijun."

Ye Yang: "?"

Congratulations?

Why congratulate him?

Ye Yang watched Imperial Physician Rong leave, and fell into contemplation for a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before people from the Tai Hospital sent the medicine.

As for the ointment in the brocade box, there was a very conspicuous red ribbon tied on top of it, the meaning was unclear, and it looked very strange.

Ye Yang didn't think much, he found an excuse to send everyone out, and put the medicine on pitifully, and then he was relieved.

I have to say that the medicine in the Taiyuan Hospital is really a magic medicine. He rubbed the medicine on the bruises on the buttocks and thighs. The pain gradually disappeared, and the wounds were cool and even a little comfortable.

Moreover, this large bowl of ointment has a sufficient amount of medicine. He wanted to wait for his wound to heal, and there would be a lot left. Ye Yang thought for a while, and simply put the ointment in the small drawer by the bedside.

This is a good baby!It should be treasured!