Before Shen Shaoheng could finish speaking, Feng Luan's face was already dark.

How can this be said to be the beautiful flower room that he painstakingly arranged to apologize to Ye Yang, how could Shen Shaoheng say that this is the mourning hall? !

Feng Luan was angry.

He was about to rebuke, but turned his head to see Ye Yang's expression of suppressed fear, all the words that had reached his lips were choked in his throat, and even he himself began to doubt himself.

This...is it really like a mourning hall?

When Ye Yang heard someone say what he was thinking, he couldn't help but cast an approval glance at Shen Shaoheng, hoping that Shen Shaoheng could say a few more words for him, so that Feng Luan could understand what he had done.

Feng Luan was silent.

In the twenty-third year of his life, he doubted his own aesthetics for the first time.

Shen Shaoheng didn't realize that his death was approaching, he walked around the bed surrounded by chrysanthemum wreaths twice, feeling even more emotional, and said: "This is not like that... a coffin that is still alive, it's just a cover— —"

He thought it was funny, he still had a smile on his face, turned his head to look at Feng Luan and Ye Yang, and saw the icy look on Feng Luan's face, he shivered and asked, "Your Majesty, could this be you... …”

Feng Luan sneered and asked him, "What's the difference? What's the difference?"

Shen Shaoheng: "..."

Shen Shaoheng shut up.

Just now, he felt that he had a promising future, but at this moment... he just wanted to slap himself hard.

Let you talk more, you talk more!

Ye Yang was still sitting by the side with the quilt in his arms. Now there are more people in the tent, the yang energy is prosperous, and he feels a little more at ease. He can listen to Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng talking, but the atmosphere has dropped to freezing point. Feng Luan looked at Shen Shaoheng coldly. Shen Shaoheng was so panicked that his calf trembled, and he didn't know how to come back to the stage. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Emperor...Emperor, what happened just now..."

Let's talk business! As long as we talk about official business, the emperor will probably forget what just happened!

Feng Luan raised his eyebrows slightly, and really no longer asked about the mourning hall, but he also disliked the bed a little, pulled up a chair and sat down, and said with Shen Shaoheng, "Continue talking."

Seeing that Feng Luan really didn't mind Ye Yang hearing this, Shen Shaoheng said with trepidation, "The king of Jinghuai County should know about the private iron utensils in Wei Shi, and the minister went to investigate. Wei Shi never believed in ghosts and gods, so he accompanied his wife at the beginning of the year. I went to Huguo Temple to pay homage, and after returning, I suddenly became a devout believer, and I have to go to Huguo Temple every three or five times.

Feng Luan was already in a bad mood. Hearing Shen Shaoheng mention Huguo Temple, his face became even darker, and he was obviously very unhappy.

Shen Shaoheng suggested in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I think it's not a good time to leave the capital..."

"Wei Shi is in our hands, Jing Huai still doesn't know how much you and I know, he should not act rashly." Feng Luan said, "What's more, there is Yun Lin in Beijing, Jing Huai has no available soldiers, he dare not make a move ."

Ye Yang was a little surprised when he heard the name of the eldest brother at first glance, but he couldn't help but listen more seriously, and was even a little curious about what Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng were talking about.

"I will pass a decree to Yun Rin and Prime Minister Yun, so that they will keep an eye on Jinghuai, and all correspondence and news in the Prince's Mansion must pass the eyes of Prime Minister Yun." Feng Luan said softly, "You make people optimistic about the Huguo Temple, Wei Shi is just an ordinary pilgrim, and even Wei Shi can see him, so Commander Shen is derelict."

Shen Shaoheng: "..."

Commander Shen?

Except before Baiguan, the emperor never called him that!

He panicked and admitted his mistake, and his heart sank to the bottom. He never imagined that his career would be ruined on this day.

Yes, it was destroyed in the mourning hall.

Feng Luan had already ordered him to retreat, and Shen Shaoheng walked out of the tent, in a trance.

After it was over, in the end, the emperor still spoke to him in that tone, obviously lingering anger, very angry at the "mourning hall" he said.

He's still so young, he can't let his career be ruined here.

He has to figure something out!

...

Ye Yang listened to the whole process, but he was completely at a loss. He really couldn't tell what Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng were talking about.

Are you optimistic about the Gokoku Temple? What's so beautiful about a group of big monks? But he didn't know if he could ask, so he had to hold the quilt tighter, racking his brains on how to make Feng Luan sleep in another place.

But he didn't want Feng Luan to have looked at him and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan understood.

He looked lost, but he stood up and ordered Ye Yang to put on his robes and go to rest in his tent with him.

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally escaped the death threat. He hurriedly packed his things and followed Feng Luan's footsteps. Before the account was released, he heard Feng Luan say something.

"I know you are curious." Feng Luan said, "If you want to know about these things, I will tell you."

Ye Yang: "..."

He didn't want to know.

The conversation between Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng just now seemed to be a secret. The more he knew, the faster he would die. If he could, he wished he hadn't even heard the conversation between Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng.

But now he wants Feng Luan to leave earlier, as long as Feng Luan can leave here, he doesn't dare to make Feng Luan angry, so he has to stand still and wait for Feng Luan to continue.

"I think that Wei Shi should have met someone in Huguo Temple." Feng Luan said softly, "This person, A Yang, you should have heard of."

Ye Yang saw Feng Luan lowered his eyelids slightly and raised his face, as if he was deliberately trying to hide something, and hid everything under the icy surface, but his breath was a little short, as if he had remembered something unsightly. In the past, that look really resembled Ye Yang's appearance when he saw his nightmare, what he wanted to grasp, everything was in front of his eyes, but it was all false.

The King of Jinghuai County, the private cast iron vessel, the mysterious man in the Huguo Temple, the nightmare, the nightmare, the nightmare——

There are many words in his mind slowly coming together, Ye Yang seems to wake up at this moment and understand all the conversations between Shen Shaoheng and Feng Luancai.

Qia Fengluan spoke softly, but only tried his best to maintain a steady tone, and said, "Have you heard of King Shenyang?"

Ye Yang: "..."

If Ye Yang remembers correctly, the folks say that Feng Luan is called a tyrant, and that Feng Luan disregards blood and family in order to seize the throne. One of the most serious charges is to kill his own brother Feng Yue.

As far as he is concerned, the rest of the brothers are not from compatriots, but Fengyue is different. The two share the same father and mother, and they grew up together until the concubine died of illness, and they were raised separately by the two concubines.

Feng Luan was not merciful to his fellow brothers, and in terms of moral ethics, how could such a vicious and tyrannical person bear the heavy burden of the ruler of a country.

But now it seems that Feng Yue is not dead, the mysterious person in Huguo Temple should be him.

Not only that, Wei Shi and the King of Jinghuai County privately cast iron utensils because of him.

Ye Yang couldn't understand what he was thinking, this matter was obviously a top secret of the royal family, maybe not many people in the harem knew about it, but Feng Luan told him about it... After all, he is not the original character in this book, and he grew up in his childhood. In a grown-up environment, there is far from such intrigue, and there is no such drama of brothers fighting each other. He doesn't know if he should comfort Feng Luan at this moment, or if Feng Luan promises that he will be tight-lipped, and from now on he will only pretend that he has not listened. said this.

He only knew that at this moment he raised his head to look at Feng Luan's eyebrows, the look in his eyes, and the remorse and guilt that Feng Luan had experienced during several nightmares, these are definitely not the emotions that a tyrannical person should have.

If Feng Luan was the kind of person that the folks say, he would never have nightmares every night. Over the years, he couldn't even sleep well.

Ye Yang already had the answer in his heart.

He wrapped his robe tightly, pulled Feng Luan's arm and walked out.

"It doesn't matter who he is, I don't know him." Ye Yang whispered, "It's not uncommon for us to love anyone."

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan took Ye Yang's hand and walked out of the tent, and saw that the night was just right outside. At this time, Feng Luan somehow remembered what Ye Yang once said.

It was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Chinese New Year's Day.

Ye Yang pretended to be a ghost and pointed at the road that was no one, and said that the man of his destiny will definitely come on this road tonight.

Ye Yang said that the man was in his twenties, thin, lovable, upright, and unparalleled in beauty.

And that night.

Ye Yang, who had planned to leave, also walked towards him from that road.

He tightened his fingers, bent his lips slightly, and lowered his eyes to look at Ye Yang who was walking in front of him.

When he saw the firelight reflected on Ye Yang's handsome face, those jet-black eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a warm shimmer in his heart.

Yes.

The man of his destiny is lovable and unparalleled in beauty.

...

Ye Yang pretended to be sick for two days. Two days later, when the army was withdrawn, Qiuhun's team turned back to Beijing. He also listened to Feng Luan's instructions and hid in place for a long time before waiting for Feng Luan to change into his regular clothes, and Shen Shaoheng brought him. Ma, the day when he followed the emperor to visit in private, was finally coming.

only……

Ye Yang frowned, looking at the only two horses in front of him, feeling that something was wrong.

"That..." Ye Yang coughed and asked, "Commander Shen, where is my Land Rover?"

Seeing him, Shen Shaoheng frowned deliberately, his face full of exaggeration, holding back his extremely poor acting skills, he forced a face full of surprise.

"Master Yun! Why are you here!" Shen Shaoheng said in shock, "Shouldn't you have gone back with the army?!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan: "..."

Wait, Feng Luan didn't tell Shen Shaoheng that he would also go with him?

Shen Shaoheng coughed again, with a look of pity on his face.

His career self-help plan has begun!

"Ah! What should I do, the minister didn't bring Shijun Yun's horse!" Shen Shaoheng said loudly, "Your Majesty! The minister did not know that Shijun Yun would also go with him!"

Ye Yang: "..."

Feng Luan: "..."

Shen Shaoheng was full of distress.

"That's the case!" Shen Shaoheng sighed heavily, with hope in his eyes that his career would be smooth again, "How about... Your Majesty, will you ride with Yun Shijun?"