Before Ye Yang could finish his words, he saw Feng Luan added 10 favors again.

"Feng Luan's favorability rating is 10, and the current favorability rating is 84"

Ye Yang: "..."

This is going to break 80! How does this make him play!

Ye Yang firmly believes that there must be something wrong with the favorability system. First, there was an inexplicable rise and fall in the past, and now there is a sudden increase in favorability after the death threat. .

Feng Luan was quite pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect his method to be so effective. He was overjoyed and could not wait to make a promise here to ensure that he would never make such a mistake of distrusting Ye Yang again in the future.

He clenched Ye Yang's hand, made a serious promise, and said, "There will never be another time."

Ye Yang was so frightened that he shivered and nodded, affirming: "There will be no more, there will be no next time."

If there is a disagreement, he will set up a mourning hall for him. How can he dare to have the next time.

Feng Luan was even more moved. He thought that now he and Ye Yang had gone through many twists and turns, and their relationship had deepened. If there were further ups and downs, it would be difficult to defeat them. He held Ye Yang's hand and remembered the cold weather outside. , he would lead Ye Yang back to his tent.

Ye Yang felt extremely reluctant in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only tearfully follow Feng Luan back to the "spiritual hall", and sat down with Feng Luan on the main seat in the extremely terrifying and ancient atmosphere. The atmosphere made him feel that he was about to be sent away on the spot, and then looked at Feng Luan in horror, waiting for what Feng Luan would say next.

Feng Luan poured him a cup of tea and wanted to talk about the private visit in Weifu.

"After I left and returned to Beijing, I pretended to be seriously ill." Feng Luan said, "You have been close to me, but you have always been weak, and unfortunately you are sick, so you need to join me behind closed doors to thank you, for the time being. isolation."

Ye Yang didn't dare to object at all, so he could only nod his head.

"I will let Shen Shaoheng accompany me. In the past, he often went out to do things for me. He disappeared for a period of time, so he will not cause suspicion." Feng Luan said softly, "But Kang Ning must stay in the capital, and he will take care of it with Prime Minister Yun. In the matter of the DPRK, I still need to conceal the whereabouts for you and me."

Ye Yang boasted without emotion: "Wonderful, the emperor is really a good plan."

"Don't worry, I will fix a book and tell your father your whereabouts." Feng Luan thought carefully, "It won't make your family worry about nothing."

Ye Yang said numbly: "Okay, the emperor thinks so well."

"As for other things... it's too complicated to say." Feng Luan said, "I will tell you slowly on the road."

Ye Yang: "Yes, everything the emperor said is right."

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan seemed to have noticed that his words were perfunctory, and he was obviously responding indiscriminately. He frowned slightly, thinking of teasing Ye Yang on purpose, and said, "If that's the case, then let's rest early."

Ye Yang: "Yes, the emperor is right."

Ye Yang: "..."

Wait, rest early?

In this mourning hall? Rest early? !

Ye Yang froze, looked up at Feng Luan, and said in horror, "Emperor...Emperor, can I sleep in another place?"

Feng Luan frowned in confusion, looked left and right, and said, "There are so many flowers here, doesn't Servant Yun like it?"

Seeing him frown, Ye Yang thought he was unhappy, and he couldn't help thinking of the death threat just now. He forced the corners of his mouth to smile at Feng Luan, and said with difficulty, "...I like it, I'm very rare."

Feng Luan smiled at him gently and said, "I'll stay tonight."

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan said again: "Don't worry, I know that you entered the palace in a hurry. There are some things that you can't accept for a while, and I won't force you."

Ye Yang thought for a while before he understood what Feng Luan was talking about, and what else could force him? He was embarrassed for a while, and only felt that his situation was not good, and it was difficult to get rid of it for a while.

Feng Luan has already thought about this situation, an emperor is actually worried about this kind of thing... Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan might really start to like him.

As far as Ye Yang is concerned, he has only been in this book for more than a month at most. The time is short. He has not adapted to the life in the book for a long time. He still has some impressions of Feng Luan when he is reading the book... He really finds it difficult to accept Feng Luan. Luan's attitude towards him changed.

But who could he blame? Feng Luan's high degree of favorability towards him was not something he made himself.

To put it bluntly, it means that he is responsible for the trouble he has caused himself, and the favorability level that he has created... Ye Yang took a deep breath and said seriously to Feng Luan: "Whatever you want."

life and prosperity are ruled by fate.

Ye Yang thought seriously.

Up to now, he can only try to reduce Feng Luan's favorability to him, but if it really can't be lowered... No, it will definitely be lowered!

...

Ye Yang was lying on the bed, surrounded by many chrysanthemums, he just felt the atmosphere was weird.

The atmosphere at the moment is really not like the world. It looks like a funeral meeting. He feels unlucky, but the emperor doesn't care.

He is timid, and he is not afraid of living people, but the ghosts the old man talks about are a bit terrifying, as if he couldn't restrain himself and scare himself, thinking that such an unlucky arrangement might lead to injustice, but He also thought, Feng Luan is the honor of the Ninety-five, didn't the ancients say that the real dragon and the emperor were immortals? The evil spirits of the Three Realms must avoid him and dare not touch him easily. That is to say, if there are ghosts and injustices, Feng Luan's side must be safe.

He turned to look at Feng Luan, who was lying flat beside him. For the first time, he felt that this dog emperor was so cute, as if the whole body was shining with the holy light of safety. Ye Yang really didn't want to leave him.

He just thought so, and Feng Luan sat up, as if he was about to get out of bed.

Ye Yang was nervous for a while, and hurriedly grabbed Feng Luan's arm and asked, "You...what are you going to do?"

Feng Luan was a little puzzled and said, "Get up at night."

Ye Yang blurted out: "...I'll go with you!"

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang just wanted to slap himself hard.

Feng Luan is going to wake up at night, what is the matter with him? Not a child anymore, do you have to go to the toilet together?

Facing Feng Luan's indescribable gaze, he forcefully squeezed out a smile and said, "I...I'm joking, this thing won't be easy to hold back, so go ahead."

Feng Luan: "..."

But Feng Luan really got up and went out. Ye Yang was lying on the bed of the dead body alone, his heart was beating so fast, he put the quilt over his head and waited for a while, but he didn't see Feng Luan coming back. He couldn't stand it any longer. Wrapped in the quilt, he jumped out of bed, and he didn't even have time to put on his shoes. He wanted to run out the door and sang intermittently: "Okay... Good luck, I wish you good luck..."

He walked to the tent door, pulled up the door curtain tremblingly and looked out - the torches were bright outside, Feng Luan was draped outside the tent, and he was listening to Shen Shaoheng reporting something to him.

Ye Yang didn't want to get involved in such trouble, but he looked back at the wreath and the miserable candlelight behind him, and he still stood firm, at least here to feel the breath from the sun.

"...The King of Jinghuai County should also know about this matter." Shen Shaoheng said to Feng Luan, "Private cast iron ware is already a serious crime, not to mention that Wei Shi did not believe in Buddhism, but in recent years he has often visited Huguo Temple to worship—"

He paused in tone, looked at the tent, a little surprised, and said, "Master Yun?"

Feng Luan also looked back at him and asked, "Why did you get up?"

Ye Yang forcefully twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't want to admit that he was afraid of ghosts, so he could only tremble: "I...I...you haven't come back for so long, I thought you fell into the pit."

Feng Luan: "..."

Shen Shaoheng didn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing. Seeing Feng Luan staring at him, he just covered his mouth and walked aside.

Feng Luan didn't seem to care that Ye Yang heard the conversation between him and Shen Shaoheng, but he couldn't help frowning slightly because he saw Ye Yang wrapped in a quilt and stepping on the ground with bare feet, so he simply turned back and said, "It's cold on the ground, you first Put your shoes on."

Only then did Ye Yang realize that he didn't even remember to put on his shoes when he panicked, so he had to cough again, whispered, and said, "What... I'm just a little worried about you, if you really fall into the pit, then I will I don't have to scoop up the whole pole for you."

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang realized that he had said the wrong thing again: "...I'll go back first."

After such a wave of chattering, Feng Luan's favor has not changed at all, but Ye Yang can no longer care about his favor. He glanced at the mourning hall behind him and panicked. Feng Luan's sleeves did not take a step back for a long time.

Feng Luan seemed to realize something. He sensed Ye Yang's fear, but he didn't know what Ye Yang was afraid of. After thinking about it carefully, he just thought, maybe it was Ye Yang's nightmare in the night. Be able to comfort him by being someone he can rely on firmly.

Well, it turns out that in Ah Yang's eyes, I am the person he can rely on.

"Feng Luan's favorability rating is 5, and the current favorability rating is 89"

Ye Yang: "..."

Just as an ancient and sinister wind was blowing towards his face, Ye Yang shivered all over, and he could no longer care about Feng Luan's growing favor, he directly held Feng Luan's hand, his voice trembled, and said, "Too...too It's late, my wife, can't you talk about it tomorrow?"

Feng Luan: "..."

But what Shen Shaoheng said was really important, and it wouldn't be delayed until tomorrow, so Feng Luan turned his head to Shen Shaoheng and said, "Shaoheng, come in and talk."

Shen Shaoheng nodded slightly surprised.

Even the emperor is willing to let Shijun Yun know about this matter. It seems that the emperor really likes Shijun Yun.

Shen Shaoheng thought seriously.

Judging by his years of experience in reading a lot of books, Shijun Yun is likely to be the future queen.

Shen Shaoheng sighed with emotion, followed behind Feng Luan and stepped into Ye Yang's tent.

The candle shadows in the tent swayed, the gloomy wind was blowing, and a chill came over the face, and Shen Shaoheng couldn't help shivering.

"Oh." Shen Shaoheng exclaimed, "Who put this whole mourning hall."

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang: "..."