The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

    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 accompanying the monarch is like accompanying a tiger, this tyrant always refuses to speak well, and he can't read his mind, and now he has a good feeling The ups and downs really made him very embarrassed.

      , and he only had 7 points of affection for him. He didn't dare to make Feng Luan unhappy any more, and he acted cautiously, almost looking at Feng Luan's face to seek a way to temporarily relieve the pain.

    For example, although it is autumn today, 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 chariot, and two big men are crowded , Before long, Ye Yang was already sweating.

    This is not a big deal, but there are still frayed wounds on his buttocks on his legs, sweat seeps into them, and the pain is unbearable for a while. The stone was run over, and the inside of the car was bumpy. Ye Yang couldn't sit still. The carriage shook, and he leaned back. He happened to be sitting on the rubbed wound. His face was pale, and he couldn't wait to jump up immediately. , but he could only slightly support the cushion, straighten his back and raise his butt, 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 an inaudible groan. Before he could recover, the carriage turned towards the other side. As soon as he fell on one side, he was barely maintaining the distorted sitting position. The carriage was inertial, and he rushed towards Feng Luan. Anyway, this dog emperor still had some conscience. He sat firmly, frowned and asked, "How do you..."

    Yunyang's body is really intolerable to pain, Ye Yang's face is pale, his forehead is full of fine sweat, the corners of his eyes are slightly red, and his breathing is a little short, with a pain in his throat when swallowed whole. Muffled, he could only say to Feng Luan intermittently in a very low voice, "I...I'm fine..."

    Shen Shaoheng was berating the officers driving in a low voice outside, and then went to the side of the car 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, who was riding his horse beside him, froze suddenly, as if he was pulling the reins, and he fell. Going to the back of the carriage, the sound at the end of the sentence floated in the wind, with a little trembling, and seemed to be a little frightened.

    "The minister is guilty, and the 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 of the carriage where things could be seen faintly on the outside, then turned back and looked at the position where he was now half lying in Feng Luan's arms.

    …Wait, that's not right.

     Shen Shaoheng misunderstood something? !

    He listened to the sound of horses' hooves outside the car gradually receding, his back was stiff, 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 The few good feelings for him have been greatly reduced.

    But after a 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 put it in heart."

    Ye Yang carefully raised his eyes to look at him, seeing that his expression was much better than the indifference when he was unhappy just now, and he could even be regarded as soft and gentle. It was trembling, he smiled at Feng Luan with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said, "Yes, this minister knows."

    That being said... 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 nodded.

    He sat up straight, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and looked obedient, but he secretly raised his eyes slightly from under the thick eyelashes to peek at Feng Luan, Pair's cautious appearance, coupled with his slightly red eyes, pale and haggard face, and 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, This Yun Shijun's every move was so straightforward that he didn't hide it, and he seemed to have never seen such a person in the palace for so many years.

    Feng Luan's tone slowed down and asked Ye Yang softly, "Did Ming Yan send you a movie ticket?"

    Ye Yang nodded.

    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 only a handful of times in his life, most of which he watched to accompany the elderly, and he did not know what kind of tone and what kind of play the ternary class sang, and whether he could understand it.

    He only knew 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, and the carriage finally entered the palace, and when it reached the place, the carriage stopped and Feng Luan got off first. After reaching the carriage, he turned around and stretched out his hand to help Ye Yang, but Ye Yang was still sitting on the chair with a reluctant expression on his face.

    How can he get out of the car!

    Sitting for too long and sweating again, his clothes seemed to stick to the wound, he lifted his **** a little, and the pain was unbearable, he finally stood up tremblingly and looked at The height of the carriage from the ground made him feel ashes for a moment.

    Usually when he was watching TV shows, the beauties got out of the car, and the people next to him had to take a small stool for him, but now Feng Luan went down easily, Corning seemed to have never thought of this at all After all, Ye Yang could only lean halfway out of the car, smiled reluctantly 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 would drop further, and his original intention was only to hope that Feng Luan could help him get a footstool over , Unexpectedly, Feng Luan listened to what he said, and simply took a step forward, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and hugged him directly.

    Ye Yang froze.

    No.

    Your Majesty! You don't have to!

    He looked nervously at the guards around him, all of them looked at the front with no expression on their faces, 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 **** hurt even more, he hated that **** saddle, but he still remembered a few of his own A promise made just before the hour.

    He has vowed to learn to ride a horse, so what if his **** is worn out?

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

    "Feng Luan favorability +10, current favorability 17"

    Huh?

    Why did this favorability come back suddenly?

    God Emperor's favorability is mysterious and mysterious. It seems that everything can only be faced, which is really difficult to deal with.

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

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

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

    Shen Shaoheng hurriedly interrupted Corning.

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

    Corning: “…”

    If you think about it carefully, 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: "!!"

    …

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

    Wanjuan is still anxiously waiting for him to come back in the palace, and I want to hear him talk about the perfect experience of riding with the emperor on this day. Asked, but Ye Yang asked her to go out of the house and locked herself in the house alone.

    It was a bumpy day, and after returning to the palace, he and Feng Luan had dinner together. Ye Yang felt that his **** was not his own, not to mention the inner thigh that he always touched when walking. Now he just wants to find a place to take off his trousers and take a good look at the wound. He will apply the medicine when he needs it. The weather is still hot, and he doesn't want to get an infected rotten **** in a few days.

    It's just that the palace is not like his own home after all, Ye Yang didn't know where the palace staff put the emergency medicine. The late cuckoo knocked on the door and said, "Master, are you alright?"

    Ye Yang: "...I'm fine."

    It's too embarrassing to wear a **** on a horse, no matter how 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 all right, so she didn't want to ask any more questions, she paused for a moment, and then whispered: "Little Young Master, Imperial Physician Rong is here to deliver medicine. , If you are not feeling well, the servant will send him away after receiving the medicine."

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

    He still remembers the medicine that Imperial Physician Rong gave him to relieve itching and light scars. The medicine is very effective. He should also have 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 see 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 then He stayed by the side, waiting for Ye Yang to speak.

    Ye Yang felt embarrassed and couldn't speak bluntly, so he had to beat around the bush, and said to Taiyi Rong: " Taiyi Rong, your medical skills are superb, and the effect of this medicine is excellent, these days, thanks to your medicine already."

     Taiyi Rong said with sincerity and sincerity, "It's good if your servant thinks it's effective."

      : "Do you have any anti-inflammatory drugs there that can be disinfected... No, anti-inflammatory and analgesic?"

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

    Although he was embarrassed to admit it, Ye Yang reluctantly nodded.

    "I don't know where the servant is injured? How did it get injured?" Rong Taiyi 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, and he didn't want to tell Feng Luan or Wanjuan about it. You know, he was hesitating and hesitating to speak, but Imperial Physician Rong's expression changed, 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 is extremely unconventional and quite dangerous, and Commander Shen has been the commander of the forbidden army for several years, so he should not make such a mistake.

     Imperial Doctor Rong had an epiphany.

    He has been an imperial physician in the imperial hospital for decades, and served three emperors. He knows the things in the harem.

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

     The effect is excellent, and the guardian servant will be restored to its original state tomorrow."

    From the pain in the buttocks, Ye Yang felt that his buttocks were not worn lightly. He did not expect the injury to heal tomorrow. pain.

    He was very grateful to Tongrong Taiyi and thanked Taiyi. Seeing Taiyi Rong stand up and salute, he didn't know why he looked in admiration, and added to him: "Congratulations to Yun Shijun."

    Ye Yang: "?"

    Congratulations?

    Why congratulate him?

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

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

    As for the ointment in the brocade box, a very conspicuous red ribbon was tied on the top. The meaning is unclear and it looks very strange.

    Ye Yang didn't think much about it, 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, the wound was cool, and even a little Comfortable.

    In addition, this large bowl of ointment has a sufficient amount of medicine. After thinking that after his wound has healed, there will be a lot left, Ye Yang thought for a while, and simply put the ointment in the bedside. in a small drawer.

    This is a baby! It should be treasured!