The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

    Ye Yang saw that Shen Shaoheng had prepared his luggage, as if everything was ready, but he still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

      With the important minister in front, it would never be his turn to worry too much.

    What he was worried about was Feng Luan.

    Since the incident happened, they have already started their journey, but he has not seen Feng Luan show even the slightest emotional sadness, Feng Luan is too calm, and this calmness is really indescribable worry.

    Ye Yang guessed that the note would never be as simple as what Feng Luan said to him. If the queen mother just died of illness, it is obvious that there is no need to suppress the secret. It was revealed that Prime Minister Yun had his concerns, and Feng Luan obviously knew about it.

    He knew that Feng Luan was used to being introverted, and he might not reveal some things, but it was never a good thing to keep negative emotions in his heart for a long time, and Feng Luan must bear the pressure he didn't know yet.

    This may just be his wishful thinking, but even if he regards Feng Luan as his friend, how can he not be worried when a friend encounters such a thing.

    …

    Even if you speed up, there are still at least five or six days away from Beijing.

    They only had a little rest at night, and most of them just found a place to sleep peacefully. After two or three days, Ye Yang really felt exhausted, but at least he was able to support it. Luan's state...is really not quite right.

    Feng Luan doesn't talk much anymore. These days they are all rushing to Beijing, and they really don't have time to talk, but Feng Luan doesn't really want to talk to people. Shang's state of exhaustion is far more serious than Ye Yang, but he doesn't say a word, and Ye Yang doesn't know his current situation, so he can only worry.

    On the third day, when they stopped to rest for a while to eat some dry food, Shen Shaoheng finally couldn't help but secretly pulled Ye Yang aside, and asked solemnly: "Yun Shijun, have you noticed Is it? How is the emperor resting these days?"

    Ye Yang couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

    He was tired from traveling the past few days. Every day when he stopped to rest and eat, he would fight with his eyelids. Like this, you are so tired, don't you just fall asleep like him?

    Shen Shaoheng's attention is obviously different. He sleeps lightly, and he has to take care of everyone's safety. Several times at night, he found that Feng Luan was not sleeping, or was just dozing off. He knew that the emperor had a problem of not sleeping well. The days may have been a little better because of Ye Yang's presence, but since receiving the letter from Prime Minister Yun, it seems to have gotten worse.

    It still takes two or three days to get to the capital. If Feng Luan doesn't rest well, Shen Shaoheng thinks that he may not be able to make it back to Beijing.

    Shen Shaoheng felt that only Ye Yang could persuade him now.

    Now they are just staying here for a while to rest and eat something. When Ye Yang returns, Feng Luan has already put away the things and asks them: "Have you rested? If you have rested, then Get moving."

    Ye Yang got closer and saw that he looked haggard, his face was pale, and his eyes were dark, so he could not help frowning slightly, and asked, "Your Majesty, how did you sleep last night?"

    Feng Luan was startled and said casually, "Very good."

     Really lying.

    Ye Yang decided to inherit Shen Shaoheng's flamboyant acting skills.

    He clutched his forehead and leaned on the tree to sit down slowly, and said, "Oh, what's the matter, I suddenly feel a little dizzy."

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Shen Shaoheng was stunned for a while, then immediately came back to his senses, looked nervous, stepped forward, asked, and said, "Yun Shijun, how are you, are you alright?"

    After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Feng Luan: "Your Majesty, after so many days in a row, Shijun Yun seems to be unable to hold on, you see it is already evening now. , why don't you rest early today?"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    The acting skills of the two of them were really poor, and Feng Luan was a little speechless. He wanted to say something, but Ye Yang's eyes widened as if he was looking at him with some grievances , He couldn't help but startled slightly, and his heart was a little loose.

    Feng Luan was hesitant to make a decision, Ye Yang couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He knew that the matter in Beijing was important, and he also knew that Feng Luan was in a hurry to go back to the palace because of the palace, but people can't help but sleep. Otherwise, Feng Luan was afraid that he would not become the first emperor who died suddenly due to lack of sleep.

    Fortunately, he knows Feng Luan's point of death.

    As long as he is willing to pull his face down and poke Feng Luan's dead end, he does not agree to stay with Luan.

    Ye Yang turned his head and saw Shen Shaoheng's eyes full of anticipation, only to see him persuade Feng Luan, and then turned around to see Feng Luan's haggard expression again, that face on the verge of sudden death, he finally took a deep breath He took a breath and made up his mind.

     He doesn't want it anymore!

    Feng Luan: "You don't have to lie..."

    Ye Yang said aggrievedly: "Husband, I'm dizzy."

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Ye Yang: "Wuwu, my heart still hurts."

    Feng Luan: "...Let's stay and rest today."

    Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

    When he saw Feng Luan put down his luggage, he turned to look at Shen Shaoheng, who happened to see Shen Shaoheng's face full of admiration, and secretly compared him with a great gesture.

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Although Feng Luan is willing to stay, but he can't sleep well, maybe Ye Yang needs to take the initiative to solve it.

    Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan couldn't sleep well because of her heart disease.

    In the past, it was because of Fengyue that he felt guilty and had nightmares for a long time. Now he is only worried because of grief and worry. He doesn't know what the situation in Beijing is. Does Feng Yue have anything to do with it? If it was really Feng Yue's revenge for the death of the imperial concubine, what should he do?

    Since it is a heart disease, it can only be solved by Feng Luan himself.

      Yang was sitting next to Feng Luan, he was not very thoughtful, so he didn't know how to comfort him.

    Feng Luan sat by the fire, picked up dead wood and fiddled with the bonfire, looking back at him: "If you are tired, rest early."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Under the light of the fire, he seemed to be even more quiet, but after a few days of driving, he seemed to have lost a circle. Although his expression was calm, his eyes were like stagnant water. Don't panic.

    That's all, in the end, you have to sell the hue.

    "You will be back in the capital in two days." Ye Yang said, "If you are sick, what should I do?"

    Feng Luan was startled: "You... what?"

    Ye Yang immediately changed his words: "I... think about it, a country cannot live without a ruler for a day. If you are tired and have an accident, what will happen to this country."

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Ye Yang added: "If you have anything, don't hold it alone. You can tell me, no matter how bad it is... I think Shen Shaoheng is also a good person to talk about."

    Shen Shaoheng not far away: "???"

    For a while, Feng Luan didn't know what to say.

    He thought Ye Yang was really strange.

    Over the years, everyone around him respected him so much that they didn't dare to slack off, but Ye Yang never spoke big or small, and he was so close to everyone, like a very good friend , even if he occasionally used honorifics to him, it was like joking with him on purpose.

    But he likes Ye Yang like this.

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Ye Yang hurriedly coughed again, and said, "It doesn't mean anything else, that is...there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome in life, and the body is the most important."

    Feng Luan finally moved.

    "Okay." Feng Luan said softly, "Go to bed earlier."

    He got up and walked a few steps back, looking for a tree, then turned around and beckoned to Ye Yang, Ye Yang was puzzled for a while, and followed him subconsciously, but he couldn't help but respond. He, said: "Jun Wu joked, you said you were sleeping, then you must really sleep, if I woke up tonight and saw that you were not sleeping—"

      Bar."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Wait, what's going on?

    How come they sleep together? !

    Ye Yang struggled slightly, jumped out a little, and said, "It's such a big place, why are you squeezing it!"

    Feng Luan replied seriously: "You don't sleep with me, I don't seem to be able to sleep."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    It's an inch, it's an inch.

    Ye Yang gritted his teeth, sat beside Feng Luan, and said with a sullen face, "Sleep!"

    …

    Ye Yang was so tired that his whole body was sore, but he still resisted the sleepiness, trying to confirm whether Feng Luan was really asleep.

    He waited for a while, and when Feng Luan's breathing gradually deepened and calmed down, he yawned, groggy, wishing to fall asleep immediately, until dawn the next day, he could faintly hear the branches Birds chirped, half asleep and half awake, he faintly felt that Feng Luan moved slightly beside him, stared at him and wanted to open his eyes, but he moved his eyelashes slightly. He took him closer, as if he was cautiously nodding his head, and gently placed a kiss in his hair.

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Ye Yang woke up frightened.

    But he didn't dare to open his eyes, the scene was too embarrassing, he didn't know what Feng Luan would do in the next second, he was at a loss, pondered for a long time, and suddenly became wise in a hurry. Before the next move, he smashed his mouth hard, pretended to be dreaming, and murmured, "Today's chicken drumsticks... really fragrant!"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Feng Luan really has no next move.

    Ye Yang was applauding his wit in his heart, thinking about finding a suitable time to pretend to wake up, he was full of satisfaction, but suddenly heard someone close to his ear whispering softly, asking: "So good Eat? I want to try it too."

    He didn't expect Feng Luan to be so close to him.

    He only felt that his lips were brushed from somewhere moist, and when he came back to his senses, his mind exploded, and then Feng Luan raised his hand and touched it in surprise His lips... Ye Yang's face was flushed, and he propped up on the ground and jumped to the side, shivering even when he spoke, stammering for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, but incoherently said: "You, you, you... What are you doing? what!"

    Feng Luan was also stunned, he just wanted to tease Ye Yang, but now seeing Ye Yang blushing, he was embarrassed and embarrassed, he felt like he took advantage of the sky, He thought for a while, then subconsciously replied, "...Tasting chicken legs?"

    "Taste your ass!" Ye Yang shouted loudly, shaking countless birds in the forest, "You want to cut it!!"