The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

      Completely emptied myself.

    Feng Luan picked up the note, frowned, and recited the contents of the note, word by word.

    "Mo, Su, Lao, Zi?" Feng Luan was very puzzled, "You told me not to touch you? Ayue, how can you claim to be so, where did you learn this from? such vulgar language?"

    Ye Yang felt very strange.

    Wait a minute Is this a Sichuan dialect? !

    Ye Yang froze for a moment, then turned to Feng Luan and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, where is Concubine Liu from?"

    Although Feng Luan didn't know why he asked this question, he still answered one by one: "Mother concubine is from Beijing."

    Ye Yang: "...the imperial concubine?"

    Feng Luan: "From Jiangnan."

    Ye Yang was confused, if so, where did Feng Yue learn this Sichuan dialect? But... it's just a Sichuan dialect, and it doesn't explain too many problems. Baobuqi, among the monks in the Huguo Temple, can speak Sichuan dialect. Fengyue listens to it a lot and learns one sentence. It's not a big problem.

    Feng Luan was still struggling with the self-proclaimed name used by Feng Yue. He couldn't understand. In the past, Feng Yue was the most concerned about manners and etiquette. How could he say such vulgar words today? Not his style.

    Not to mention the impatience in these words... Feng Luan felt a pain in his heart and felt a little sad. He just felt that Ah Yue really hated him, otherwise why would he use such an impatient tone Talk to him.

    He looked at Feng Yue, hesitating to say anything, while Ye Yang's eyes shifted between the two, hesitating for a moment, inexplicably felt that Feng Luan was a little pitiful, he finally Still couldn't help looking at Feng Yue, and muttered in a low voice, "Your brother did nothing wrong, what's the use of blaming him."

    Unexpectedly, Feng Yue shuddered when he heard these words, as if he had heard something unbelievable, opened his eyes and looked at Feng Luan, the emotion in his eyes was shocked at first, Then it slowly became more complicated. In addition to consternation, it seemed to bring a bit of fear and disgust.

    Ye Yang didn't know what he said wrong, he looked at Feng Luan, but Feng Luan seemed to be accustomed to Feng Yue's expression of disgust, and after a while, Feng Luan jumped up suddenly, Grab the pen and paper on the table and scribble down a few large lines.

    "Who are you, what do you know, how do I do it, what does it have to do with you"

    He slapped the paper in front of Ye Yang, stared at Ye Yang, Ye Yang was speechless and was about to answer, but Feng Luan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if finally Being poked at the point that made him sullen, he swiped the piece of paper over, frowned and said to Feng Yue, "You are not allowed to talk to him like this."

      He picked up the pen, wrote a sentence on the paper, and pushed the piece of paper toward Feng Luan with trembling hands, then suddenly shrank, picked up a cat and hid in the corner of the wall.

    Only four words on paper.

    "No life, get out"

    Ye Yang: "…"

     OK.

    This is really the most cowardly action to write the most fierce words.

    Feng Luanyuan wanted to continue arguing with Feng Yue, but Ye Yang couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want to waste the whole night here, not to mention that he remembered that Feng Luan was four in the morning You have to get up after midnight and go to court. Since you have to get up so early, it is better to go to bed earlier at night.

    Huguo Temple still has a long way to go back to the palace, now that Feng Yue is unwilling to agree, it is better to leave earlier and go back to sleep.

    Ye Yang coughed, tugged at Feng Luan's sleeve, and whispered in his ear: "It's getting late, go back first."

    Feng Luan sighed.

    He could only tell Shen Shaoheng to go on, he was optimistic about Feng Yue these days, in case Feng Yue really couldn't think of running away.

    If Feng Yue didn't know about Jinghuai and Chu Heqian's plan, then the matter would be interesting. Based on his guess, most likely it was Jinghuai or Chu Heqian. Using Feng Yue's name to provoke trouble.

    He was full of worries, and Ye Yang's mood was a little complicated.

    I don't know why, he just felt... this Feng Yue, something was wrong.

    When they boarded the carriage back to the palace, Ye Yang was curious and Feng Luan asked about Feng Yue's specific situation, but he didn't dare to bluntly speak out about the inconspicuous guess in his heart now, he just asked: "Before King Shenyang, ...do you like cats?"

    Feng Luan was startled, shook his head, and said, "I'm not as obsessed as I am now."

    Ye Yang asked in a low voice, "Then his handwriting...isn't it the same as before?"

    "What are you asking about?" Feng Luan frowned slightly, "What are you suspecting?"

    Although he asked so, he could understand why Ye Yang asked so.

    Over the years, Feng Yue has changed a lot, it's almost like a different person, he also had some doubts, and even went to check it himself - of course he knew about his brother, This is indeed Fengyue, and it is not strange that a person has been locked in the gate of **** for a while, and his temperament has changed.

    When he saw Ye Yang hesitating, not knowing how to explain, he could not help but sigh, and said, "He used to write with his right hand, but when I forced the palace, I injured his right hand, and he could not use it in his hand. Since then, he has begun to learn to write with left and right, and he has indeed improved over the years.”

    Ye Yang: "…"

    No...why is he more suspicious.

    "I know what you are suspecting." Feng Luan said, "I have checked it myself, and there is no problem."

    Ye Yang: "...checked?"

    "A Yue has a birthmark on his body, and most outsiders don't know it." Feng Luan replied, "He also has scars on his right shoulder and hand that I have injured, and everything matches, I don't think There will be fakes."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    For some reason, Ye Yang had an amazing guess.

    He shuddered, feeling that his conjecture was terrible, but he couldn't confirm it for a while, and looking at Feng Luan's meaning, he would have to persuade Fengyue again in a few days, he should You can take advantage of that time to try again.

    …

    When the two returned to the palace, Feng Luan followed Ye Yang all the way, and wanted to go back with him. When they were halfway, Ye Yang couldn't help but stop, looked back at Feng Luan, and asked with a frown: "You go back with me... not so good?"

    He can't come to the harem for three months, he has already come, and he can't spoil his concubine for three months.

    Feng Luan coughed and replied: "Anyway, I don't remember tonight, so I'm sleeping here, no problem, right?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    This dog emperor.

    What Zuiju Lang didn’t remember was going to Huguo Temple, how could he even get involved in this!

    He scolded in his heart, and was about to refuse, but he didn't want Feng Luan to step up to him and said to him, "Don't worry, I won't go to your bed."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Feng Luan: "I have a sense of proportion, so I will borrow your soft couch outside, Ayang, you won't let it go, will you?"

    Ye Yang: "...that's all."

    He thought to himself, this dog emperor should not be so absurd, even if the living man does not remember, there are still so many palace maids and eunuchs watching, if he is out of line, once it spreads, it will be indispensable He was full of abuse again, and his dream... He was uneasy in his heart. Anyway, in his palace, he could make Wanju stare at the food and drink, so he could always feel more at ease.

    Seeing that he did not refuse, Feng Luan was in a good mood. He really followed the rules. After returning to the palace with Ye Yang, he went to rest on the soft couch outside alone. Yang was in a complicated mood and was extremely tired.

    But he can't sleep.

      See Feng Luan get up.

    He remembered that in the past, when Feng Luan was about to go to court, he would get up as soon as the sun was shining. If it is winter today, the sun is still late, but now he can see the morning light coming into the house. Here, why hasn't Feng Luan got up today?

    Not only that, but if Corning didn't come to ask Feng Luan to get up, could it be that Feng Luan specially ordered it last night?

    Ye Yang, who has already carried the evil concubine on his back in the folklore, is very nervous.

    No, he can no longer carry this infamy.

    Ye Yang rolled over and got out of bed, nervous in his heart, so anxious that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, ran all the way to the couch in a hurry, and went to the shaker to sleep without saying a word The fragrant Feng Luan.

    Feng Luan didn't sleep deeply, he heard Ye Yang when he ran over, and when Ye Yang stretched out his hand to push him, before he could speak, he grabbed his hand and pulled him Going to the bed, seeing that he hadn't put on shoes again, he couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his arms to hug him onto the bed, which shocked Ye Yang.

    Fortunately, he just unfolded the quilt and covered Ye Yang's body, so there was no further action.

    Feng Luan was slightly startled, and said: "The Queen Mother has not yet been mourned, I really don't need to go to court."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    What? Are you so reckless?

    Can Chen Xiangning say that Feng Luan should observe filial piety for three months, and the emperor will not go to court in March? Isn't that going to be messed up?

    "A country cannot live without a ruler for a day." Ye Yang asked in astonishment, "You won't go to court in March?"

    "Only twenty-seven days." Feng Luan corrected him, "What's more, I just don't go to the front court, things still have to be dealt with."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    It's over.

    He thought that Feng Luan would not come to the harem for three months, and he would have three months to think things through, but as a result, people would not go to the court at all, and would have to stay in the palace for twenty-seven days... Not to mention leaving time for him to think things through clearly, Ye Yang felt that he was finished.

    After Feng Luan finished saying this, he looked at the sky outside and sighed: "It's not early, I should go to the imperial study, and today I have an appointment with Prime Minister Yun to enter the palace... A Yang, Do you have something to tell your father?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Now that Feng Luan mentions Prime Minister Yun, he is full of dizziness telling historical stories, he hurriedly shakes his head, thinking of one more thing, he also wants the imperial doctor to come over to give Feng Luan a full body check-up. Things have to be early, it is better to choose today.

    Ye Yang subconsciously blurted out and asked: "Can the emperor come back today?"

    Feng Luan was slightly startled, looked back, and looked at him in surprise.

    Ye Yang realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and hurriedly changed his words: "I...I have something to do later-"

    The corner of Feng Luan's lips curled before he finished speaking, as if he heard something that made him very happy. He was propping up the bed to step over Ye Yang to go outside, but now he moved , with one hand on Ye Yang's side, he quickly pecked Ye Yang's face lightly. When Ye Yang was shocked and didn't return to his senses, he turned over and got out of bed, but he couldn't take back the smile on his lips.

    Ye Yang: "You..."

    "There are beautiful women waiting for you." Feng Luan said, "How can I not return."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Ye Yang lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, until Feng Luan walked outside, and the palace servants came in to wait and dress, after a while, a famous little palace maid ran in lightly and helped Ye Yang beside the bed He brought up his shoes, put them on the bed, and said with a smile to Ye Yang: "Yun Shijun, the emperor said, be careful, don't catch a cold, and come and have dinner with you in the afternoon."

    Ye Yang raised his hand and pressed his chest, as if trying to suppress the already fast heartbeat.

    I don't know why, he felt more and more, why is this dog emperor ... why is he more and more able to flirt?