After Feng Luan said those words, Ye Yang couldn't help but startled, a little surprised.

Wait, what's going on, haven't seen you for a few days, why is this kid suddenly able to talk like this?

If it wasn't for being a straight man in his heart, he would have been fascinated by these glib love words.

Ye Yang tried his best to lean back away from Feng Luan, and retorted seriously: "That's not a big deal, I would be great if I were the emperor and master."

Feng Luan: "..."

Feng Luan seemed to be afraid that he would fall back and dismount from the horse, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he just made the horse walk next to him, raising his eyebrows and asking, "Do you want to be my teacher? What do you want to teach me?"

Ye Yang: "Uh..."

Ye Yang began to be troubled.

If in his world, with his original physical fitness, he would still boast that he could teach the opponent to grapple and fight, but now, with his little broken body, he would have to go back to practice from scratch, let alone When someone else's master, he feels ashamed when it spreads out.

At this moment, he hates that he is not versatile enough in life. He knows that Feng Luan is a civil and military master, and the person who can be the emperor's teacher is either a great talent or a great general. In this regard, it is not Ye Yang's turn to speak, but the words have already been said. now-

Feng Luan was still proud and said, "If you can really teach me, then I would like to call you Mr.

Ye Yang: "..."

Oh, the dog emperor, look down on people, right?

"Okay!" Ye Yang said loudly, "I'll teach you!"

Feng Luan smiled and said, "What do you want to teach me?"

Ye Yang: "Turn off foreign language!"

Feng Luan: "..."

Shen Shaoheng, who was behind the guards for fear that the two of them would run away on horseback again, followed the guards: "...Pfft."

After a short pause, Feng Luan reluctantly asked, "What do you say you want to teach me?"

Ye Yang answered the doubts seriously: "We generally don't say anything, we say everything."

Feng Luan: "..."

Seeing Feng Luan frowning slightly, Ye Yang seemed to want to refuse to refute, so he hurriedly spoke before Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, you just said it yourself, if I can teach you, you can call me Mr. !"

Feng Luan: "...Yes."

Ye Yang: "You have no joke, you can't go back on it!"

Feng Luan gritted his teeth: "...Yes."

Ye Yang giggled: "This is a good feeling, call Mr. Juyun first, and I guarantee you will get it done in seven days, including teaching and meeting, and you will never forget it."

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang thought that this was the ultimate offense to the emperor, but Feng Luan just frowned slightly, as if he was a little shriveled, and the favorability did not change at all, which made Ye Yang feel a little bit of a headache.

But he could also feel Feng Luan's slight resistance to his accent. Feng Luan didn't mind what he said, but if he wanted Feng Luan to become like him... Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan must not like it.

coming! This is another chance for God to lower his favor!

While still chatting, Ye Yang decided to pursue the victory, looked at Feng Luan with a smile, and said, "Should you call me sir?"

Feng Luan: "...Mr."

Ye Yang felt happy when he saw that he was slumped, and hurriedly responded a few times, only to feel that it made him feel at ease.

But Feng Luan seemed to accept this setting very quickly, and even felt that it was a different feeling to call his servant a gentleman. He looked at Ye Yang and asked, "How do you want to teach me, sir?"

Ye Yang corrected him again: "We generally don't say what, we all say what."

Feng Luan: "..."

Ye Yang: "Come again?"

Feng Luan reluctantly said with difficulty: "...why... teach."

Ye Yang: "No, no, you have to say the whole sentence together."

Feng Luan: "..."

He saw Feng Luan's heart tangled, and he was even more proud.

He knew that the face-saving dog emperor couldn't really learn any dialect from him. According to his understanding of Feng Luan, whether Feng Luan was standing or sitting, he was very solemn and looked at it with a straight face, except for a few times when he climbed the bed to hug him Outside of his own sleep, Feng Luanke was lying flat and motionless even when he fell asleep. Ye Yang guessed that he couldn't save his face, and wanted to tease him on purpose, but Shen Shaoheng had already rushed forward to help the emperor.

Shen Shaoheng coughed and said, "Master Yun, learning something requires a lot of time, reviewing the old and learning the new, it can't be done in a day or two..."

Ye Yang replied: "You also said that it has to be accumulated over time, don't be afraid, learning a language is to say it boldly!"

Feng Luan: "..."

Shen Shaoheng: "This..."

Feng Luan finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Nonsense."

Ye Yang continued to correct him: "You have to say get out of the way, look, how imposing!"

Shen Shaoheng finally couldn't hold it any longer, and laughed again, Feng Luan glared at him, but he couldn't hold it in anymore, and after laughing for a while, Feng Luan pointed at him angrily and said: "You give me—"

Ye Yang immediately said, "—Fuck you!"

Feng Luan: "..."

Shen Shaoheng managed to hold back the laughter that was about to come out, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, this minister will go away, the emperor, Yun Shijun, you continue."

Shen Shaoheng tightened the reins and made the horse fall behind them. Ye Yang looked at Feng Luan and smiled, and asked, "Your Majesty, do you still want to learn?"

Feng Luan did not speak.

"Even if you don't learn, you can't take back what you say." Ye Yang said again, "You said you wanted to call me Mr.—"

Only then did Feng Luan open his mouth and said, "I promise, I will never break my promise."

Ye Yang: "Okay, we've been here for a long time, I don't believe that your accent is not recognized by me..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Luan pulled his horse forward, leaned close to him, and whispered softly in his ear, "Sir, if you have any advice, I am all ears."

He was too close, and the hot and humid breath was on the side of his ear, causing a numbness, Ye Yang was startled, and hurriedly ducked back, shouting, "Why are you doing this!"

Feng Luan said: "Mister didn't say it just now, you generally don't say how-"

Ye Yang's face was flushed, and he shouted, "Why are you doing this!"

Feng Luan still smiled with him: "I haven't learned it yet, I would like to hear Mr. say it a few times."

Ye Yang: "..."

Dog emperor, stinky rascal!

Shen Shaoheng rode his horse behind him. Today, the Imperial Guard needs to help him escort the prisoner. Ghou Ying never disappeared. He rode his horse and walked beside him, staring at Ye Yang and Feng Luan for a long while before coming to a conclusion. Said: "The emperor is laughing."

Shen Shaoheng knew what he wanted to say, and replied, "Yes, the emperor has not been so happy for a long time."

After he finished saying these words, he suddenly heard a commotion at the back of the team. Someone rushed forward and hurriedly said to him: "Sir Shen, there is a letter in Beijing."

This person is the exclusive pigeon trainer in the Imperial Guard. Every time the Imperial Guard arrives with the emperor, he will lay down bait along the way, so that the pigeons in the guard can track their whereabouts. This method is not usually used, and even this Only the relatives of Yuyinwei and Feng Luan who were staying in Beijing knew about the way of sending the letter. Shen Shaoheng couldn't help but feel uneasy, and he had a faint ominous premonition.

He took the small bamboo tube that was picked from the pigeon's foot, and saw a blue lacquer mark on the bamboo tube. Knowing that it was passed down by Prime Minister Yun, he rode straight forward and came to Feng Luan's side again, saying: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Yun has faith."

Feng Luan was still joking with Ye Yang, and he was in a very good mood. Hearing Shen Shaoheng suddenly interject such a sentence, he didn't think about it much, and smiled and said to Shen Shaoheng, "What's the matter with Prime Minister Yun?"

Shen Shaoheng handed over the small bamboo tube and said, "The Yuyinwei is in a hurry."

Feng Luan then frowned, took the bamboo tube, opened the seal, and poured out a note from it. Ye Yang looked at him curiously, and saw his eyes were startled. His expression was complicated, and he couldn't tell what he was at the moment. What a mood.

After a while, Feng Luan put away the note and said softly, "Shaoheng, send the order down, and ask Pianying to be responsible for escorting Chu Yeshu and others. You and I will return to Beijing immediately."

Although Shen Shaoheng didn't know what happened, he saw Feng Luan's solemn expression, so he immediately took the order, and went to the back to send the order. Ye Yang knew that something big had happened, but he didn't know if he should talk too much. He was hesitating, but Feng Luan had already raised his head to look at him, paused for a moment, and spoke softly.

"The queen mother collapsed."

...

Ye Yang couldn't help being stunned, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses.

He knew that the Queen Mother had been ill for a long time, so she usually eats fast food in the palace and prays to Buddha. He doesn't ask about political affairs. After raising the emperor's heir, in order to suppress Chu Lian, the queen mother also ordered Feng Luan to marry her niece Ming Yan as a concubine.

According to Ye Yang's calculations, it is not long before the end of the Autumn Hunting Party, and maybe less than one third of the story in the book has passed.

If because of his survival, many things in the book have changed, and the plot will gradually be very different from the book, but the queen mother died of illness in the original book, can he even change the situation of the queen mother's illness?

Ye Yang felt that something was wrong.

He saw Feng Luan's dignified expression, and was worried that Feng Luan would be sad. Before he could say "Condolences and change", Feng Luan continued: "The queen mother died suddenly, I am not in Beijing, and Prime Minister Yun dare not publicize it, there may be a big change. , I just kept it a secret, I want to rush back to Beijing immediately."

He looked very calm, not a bit sad, Ye Yang couldn't help but stare at him with a frown, and continued to listen to him without saying a word.

"You're not in good health. If you travel day and night, I'm worried that you won't be able to bear it." Feng Luan hesitated, "You...you should stay here with Piao Ying."

Ye Yang: "..."

Ye Yang remembered that Shen Shaoheng said that Feng Luan's mother concubine died too early, and then he was brought up by the queen mother. Even if the queen mother was harsh and severe, the mother and son would not even have the slightest feelings for many years.

It's just that it's an emergency, he needs to deal with it calmly, and it's because people in high positions are always used to wearing masks to hide their emotions on their faces.

Ye Yang understands that as long as you are human, you will always have emotions. He is a little worried about Feng Luan. At the same time, he also understands that the Empress Dowager's death may be different. When he goes to Beijing, the storm is about to come.

If he went back to Beijing with Feng Luan, he would be involved in this vortex, and was afraid that it would be difficult to get out in the future.

"Don't talk about those who don't have it, I'll go back with you." Ye Yang said seriously, "When will you leave?"

If it is involved, he has already been deeply involved in it.

What kind of wind and rain whirlpool, he was someone who died once before wearing a book, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Feng Luan: "...Okay."

He seemed to have a heavy heart on the ground, his original dignified expression relaxed a little, Ye Yang was about to open his mouth to comfort him, but the sentence "Sorrow by the way" was not spoken, and he swallowed it again.

He saw Feng Luan's favorability change.

"Feng Luan's favorability rating is 50, and the current favorability rating is 283"

Ye Yang: "..."

Yes, they are all people who have died once.

Oh, the higher the favorability, the higher, what's there to be afraid of!