Feng Luan looked at Shen Shaoheng coldly, hoping that he could recognize his stupid mistake sooner.

Shen Shaoheng swallowed his saliva and said blankly: "No, Shijun Yun is a man, and Shijun Yun's stomach..."

and many more.

Broken temples, rainy nights, **, lonely men and widowed men.

Although don't know when those strange people wearing night clothes appeared and what role they played in this incident, but just looking at the combination of the words above, always feel that what will happen next It was an unacceptable thing, and at this time, Shijun Yun deliberately stuffed a big belly with his clothes.

Shen Shaoheng: "..."

Shen Shaoheng felt that he understood.

This kind of plot of a man's pregnancy, even if he is a person who looks at the books, he has only seen it once in the book "Wushan Illusion", which left a deep impression on him. The emperor does not read that kind of book. It is so clear that he really deserves to be the emperor, sitting on thousands of beauties, and he really has a wide range of knowledge, which is different from people who talk about soldiers like them!

He hurriedly rushed out to urge others to prepare horses, and then personally rode to Feng Luan's side to guide Feng Luan. Feng Luan saw Shen Shaoheng's reaction, fearing that others would misunderstand again, he had already put Ye Yang's clothes on his stomach in the ruined temple When he took it out, the big assassin was held outside. He saw that Ye Yang in Feng Luan's arms flattened his lower abdomen for a moment, and remembered that Shen Shaoheng called Ye Yang the "servant king". He seemed to suddenly understand something. After getting on the horse, he was so angry that he shouted, "Dog man man! You pair of dog man man!"

The surrounding guards all looked sideways, but they didn't dare to say more, but looking at their eyes, I was afraid that there were dozens of strange guesses. Feng Luan really didn't want to see more, he just held Ye Yang in his arms, and he was afraid that he would immediately The wind was strong, and he wrapped the person tightly with his robes before hurried back.

He was worried.

There was such a loud noise when the forbidden army broke in, and now it is so bumpy, Ye Yang has been in a coma. Last night, he felt that Ye Yang's body was very hot, but today it was even hotter. He was worried that Ye Yang was so ill that the imperial doctor would not be able to treat him in time. He didn't have time to explain, so he carried the person back to his tent, and when the imperial doctor came over to take a pulse, he said that Ye Yang was only in a coma because of the cold, and he was too weak to wake up. He breathed a sigh of relief, a little relieved.

Then he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the eyes of several people behind him.

Shen Shaoheng looked weird. Ever since he knew that Ye Yang stuffed his stomach with clothes, he had this weird look all the way. Feng Luan didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't want to know what was going on in Shen Shaoheng's mind, who specialized in reading Yanshu stories. what to think.

Ming Yan had a smile on his lips, and that expression had something in common with Shen Shaoheng, but Ming Yan's expression was kind and kind, which inexplicably reminded Feng Luan of the old lady when he got married, while Chen Xiangning was shaking a fan and staring at him. Turning around between Feng Luan and Ye Yang with a meaningful expression, Chu Lian hugged her dog, and her eyes were full of only her dog.

Among the few people, only Kang Ning stood on the side of the tent with a worried face, holding the imperial doctor's prescription in his hand, and instructed the palace servants to prepare quickly.

Feng Luan wanted to explain: "I just..."

Chen Xiangning stood up and interrupted what he was going to say next.

"Since Shijun Yun is fine, the emperor should rest early." Chen Xiangning greeted the others to get up and go out with her, "Let's go, let's go, don't watch the fun here."

Feng Luan: "..."

Watch the fun.

They treat him as a hilarious? !

Seeing the cheers and laughter of the crowd, he hurriedly left, clutching his throbbing forehead, and couldn't help sighing deeply.

He also got wet in the rain last night and stayed awake all night. He rode his horse back to camp this morning. Once the nerves that had been tense so far loosened, he was really tired. Ye Yang slept on his bed, and he didn't think about it for a while. , he simply closed his clothes and slept on the outside of the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

...

Only in the afternoon did Ye Yang slowly wake up from his sleep.

He had a severe headache and unspeakable pain in his throat. He wanted to move his arms, but he felt that his quilt seemed to be pressed down by something. On the outside of the bed, the quilt gauze on this bed was so luxurious that it was not his tent at first glance.

He only coughed a few times before Feng Luan woke up with a start. Seeing him open his eyes, he seemed to finally be at ease, but he said, "Earlier, the imperial doctor sent medicine, and since you are awake, drink the medicine. "

Ye Yang: "..."

He had just woken up, but he was still a little confused. The high fever had not subsided, and his mind was drowsy. He leaned on the bed and didn't want to say a word. After taking care of the patient for a while, he behaved strangely, and directly put a spoonful of medicine to Ye Yang's mouth. Ye Yang took a sip, immediately frowned, and muttered, "Bitter, hot."

Feng Luan was stunned, looked at the medicine in the bowl, it was easy to scald, he could cool the medicine, but it was bitter... He could only coax Ye Yang with kind words, saying, "Good medicine is bitter..."

Ye Yang: "Have a headache, don't drink."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell down, pulling the quilt over his head, intending to continue sleeping.

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan was a little annoyed.

He knew that when he had a fever, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Yun Yang had been coddled since he was a child, so he would inevitably have a little temper, but Ye Yang refused to take the medicine, so he would use his body to make a fool of himself. He was a little angry, Looking at Ye Yang's shameless appearance, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "Do you want me to force you to drink?"

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang opened his eyes and looked at the gauze curtain on the top of the bed, and something faintly came to mind in his head, which was almost split in pain.

In the romance novels he has read, if one of the protagonists is ill and refuses to take medicine, what will the other party do?

There are ten ** want to feed him mouth to mouth.

And this probability is absolutely 100% in novels with titles such as tyrants.

He was startled and wanted to get up from the bed quickly, no matter what the splitting headache, he had already grabbed the medicine bowl in Feng Luan's hand, and hurriedly said: "I drink, I drink, I drink immediately."

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan watched him gudugudu quickly drank the medicinal soup. He didn't understand why he suddenly changed his sex. He hesitated and asked, "How do you..."

Ye Yang was dizzy, and without thinking, he muttered, "I can't give you a chance to kiss me even if I drink ten bowls of medicine."

Feng Luan: "...Yun Shijun, what did you say?"

"Don't try to kiss me, I'm straight and straight." Ye Yang murmured, "Don't even think about it."

Feng Luan: "..."

After speaking, Ye Yang lay down again, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

He seems to be really unconscious, and he doesn't even know what he said nonsense. His long black hair spreads out and behind him, Xiu's hands like plum bones are tightly clutching the quilt, his eyes are slightly closed, and his thick eyelashes are light. Shiver, he had taken the medicine, his lips were moist, and he could see the light of water. Feng Luan looked at him, but what Ye Yang had just said in his mind, if there was no chance, how could he have no chance?

He almost leaned down, but he didn't want to take the liberty, but he couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart. Seeing Ye Yang pulling up the quilt like he had just before, he wanted to cover his face, and the candlelight that hated disturbing his dreams, When the quilt was pulled under the tip of his nose, Feng Luan finally moved.

He put one hand on Ye Yang's ear, the other hand pressed the quilt that was about to be pulled up, leaned down, and put a kiss on the quilt.

There was only a quilt across.

Ye Yang's nose gently rubbed on the bridge of his nose, and for a moment, Ye Yang opened his eyes wide, as if all the drowsiness disappeared from his mind in an instant, he shrank back in shock, and almost shouted: " How do you-"

Jin was slipped.

Feng Luan's face was close at hand, and the hot breath he exhaled was blowing on his face, but he couldn't say the next words, as if all the words were choked in his throat, he saw Feng Luan leaning over again, and a kiss fell on his nose, as if It was slightly moist, but with such a light touch, his face was flushed red, not only did he never have the slightest disgust, he seemed to soften in an instant from his spine down.

"Look." Feng Luan whispered in his ear, "If I want to, there is nothing impossible."

...

Ye Yang's ears were numb, but there was only one thought in his mind.

Damn, this dog emperor dared to eat his tofu.

what? Are you looking down on him, an amateur female wolf defense coach in the police force community? !

Before Feng Luan could finish his words, he had already bent his legs and rammed it up. Anyway, thinking that he had to leave a bloodline for the royal family, he reduced his strength, but he was already sick and weak, not to mention his strange waist at the moment. Soft, I wanted to guard against wolves, but this soft lifting of his legs was easily flashed by Feng Luan sideways. He easily put his legs on Jin and got stuck between his legs, holding down his waist to prevent him from making any more movements. He frowned and said, "If you were willing to drink the medicine properly, this would not be the case."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth.

Dog Emperor.

Are you still blaming him? !

He couldn't wait to kick Feng Luan out of bed, he only hated that he was seriously ill, weak and weak, struggling for a long time, out of breath, sweating profusely, but he didn't take much advantage of it. He kicked Feng Luan a few times. The feet, it just doesn’t take much effort, it’s better to say it’s kicking people, it’s better to say it’s slapstick, and Feng Luan may feel that he’s playing too much, worrying that he will catch cold again after sweating, so he apologized to him, saying: “Yes It's my fault, don't be angry anymore."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and finally blurted out: "You dog emperor—"

Feng Luan: "..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Luan had no time to respond. Outside, Shen Shaoheng lifted the tent curtain and was about to walk in: "Your Majesty, those assassins—"

The quilt in the room was tossed and crumpled into a ball, and the pillow was simply thrown to the ground. The two of them had strange postures, balancing each other, and turned their heads to look at him in unison.

Shen Shaoheng: "..."

Shen Shaoheng quickly lowered the door curtain: "I'm sorry for disturbing you!"