The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

    Ye Yang froze.

    At present, most of the book is still being pressed by his pillow, Feng Luan only sees the word "Spring Night", the book is not full, he can barely cover it up, he then presses down on himself The pillow, pressed the book under the pillow, just looked up, smiled reluctantly at Feng Luan, and said, "I'm just, just learning!"

    Feng Luan frowned: "Study?"

    He looked at the word "Spring Night" on the cover of the book, and for a while, some thoughts inevitably came to his mind. Alone in the middle of the night, sleeping alone, this kind of book appeared under the pillow again, and then looked up at Ye Yang's embarrassed expression... Of course he felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to pull out the book to prove his conjecture. .

    Ye Yang: "I..."

    Feng Luan: "Since you are studying, you should talk about what you are studying."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    He insisted on that book, and he was distracted to make up excuses, Chunxiao... What else could Chunxiao have to do with it? He was so embarrassed that he wanted to break Feng Luan's fingers off the book. After thinking about it for a while, he forced an explanation and said, "...Poems! This is a poetry collection! What's inside... The spring night is so short and the day is high, bah! Spring night A moment is worth a thousand dollars... ooh ooh!"

    What's going on? ! Why does all the content related to Chunxiao that he knows has some meaning in that respect.

    He looked at Feng Luan again with trepidation, and indeed Feng Luan frowned, as if he felt that his behavior at the moment was very suspicious, so he pulled the book out with all his strength, Ye Yang Unexpectedly, he suddenly exerted strength, and he did not hold it down for a while, and Feng Luan pulled the book out abruptly.

    It's over.

    Only these two words echoed in Ye Yang's heart, and he felt that he was really finished tonight.

    Even if there is a so-called March deadline, and even if Feng Luan really abides by the rules and does not violate them, he still feels that something strange will happen tonight.

    He couldn't help thinking of the special event mentioned by the system, and vaguely felt in his heart... This special event, shouldn't it be tonight?

    Feng Luan finally succeeded, snorted, a little proud, then held the book up in front of him, and when he saw the five big characters "Spring Night Secret Drama" on the cover, he frowned. Immediately, his expression became meaningful. Before he opened the book, he glanced at Ye Yang and teased, "You... study?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Feng Luan let out a low laugh and wanted to open the book and read the contents of the book, Ye Yang was so frightened that he hurriedly pressed his hand, and hurriedly said: "There are all books in the world. For one thing, don't look at it!"

    "You can see, why can't I see it?" Feng Luan ducked back to avoid his hand, and quickly opened the Spring Night Mystery Picture, he glanced at it, his expression remained unchanged , said solemnly, "It's just a 'collection of poems', I'm also considered an arty person, with such a beautiful scenery, I think it's suitable for poetry."

    Ye Yang choked: "...you, why are you so shameless!"

    Feng Luan asked him: "Didn't you read it first?"

    Ye Yang: "I...I..."

    He had an indescribable embarrassment in his heart. After all, this was exactly what he said. When Feng Luan asked, he really didn't know how to fight back, but he was hesitant to answer, but Feng Luan turned around in a calm manner. After two or three pages, the tone became more ambiguous, and he said leisurely: "I know, it seems that Mr. Yun wants to teach me some 'other things' in addition to foreign language."

    He gritted his accent, and there seemed to be an indescribable ambiguousness in his words, obviously deliberately teasing.

    Ye Yang: "…"

    In the past, when he said that he wanted to teach Feng Luan the Northeast dialect, it was purely intentional to play with Feng Luan. He really did not expect Feng Luan to use this title at this time and call him Mr. Yun.

    Being so called at the moment, not only did he not have the joy when he succeeded in joking, but his face turned red in an instant. This feeling made it really difficult for him to face Feng Luan.

    It's not that he never made funny jokes with people before, and he's such an adult, of course he knows everything that should be seen and known. At that time he was not embarrassed like this, maybe it was the object The difference was that the presence of this person in front of him was enough to make him a little uneasy, not to mention that Feng Luan was still holding the book in his hand.

    Feng Luan turned the book attentively, then stopped at one page, and read out the comments on the side, word by word, saying: "Jade refers to plain arms, slender waist and snow skin, Intertwined with clouds and rain, go to Wushan together—"

    Feng Luan let out a low laugh, leaned on the bed, raised his eyebrows to look at him, and asked, "Does Mr. Yun want to learn to entangle clouds and rain, or to learn to go to Wushan together?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Ye Yang really didn't want to look at him, and he didn't want to continue to face all this, so he simply pulled the quilt over his head, and even turned his back to look at the inside of the bed, only facing the back Looking at Feng Luan, thinking about being out of sight and not bothering, it's a big deal and pretending that he didn't hear anything, while he kept questioning himself in his heart, Ye Yang, you've changed, you used to be someone who could drive with your mouth! Why did it start to be cowardly at this time? !

    He lay down for a while, there was almost no movement behind him, only the occasional sound of flipping the book could be heard, Feng Luan seemed to be really reading the book, Ye Yang lay down for a while, Suddenly realized something.

    Wait, if this dog emperor has never been lucky enough to have a concubine... He probably has no experience, right?

      The Emperor Dog wouldn't really be reading and studying, would he? !

    No, there are maids in the big family, Feng Luan is an emperor after all, and there are three beautiful concubines in the harem, he can't know everything, right?

    Ye Yang hesitated for a while, and finally turned over carefully and sat up, looking back.

    Feng Luan is still reading the "Spring Night Secret Drama", his expression remains unchanged, as if he just saw a boring pastime, anyway Ye Yang doesn't talk to him, he just flips a few pages .

    But—

    Ye Yang looked at the tips of his slightly red ears and fell silent.

    No way, right? How could this dog emperor be more innocent than him?

    He turned around and just happened to startle Feng Luan, Feng Luan managed to keep his composure, looked up at him, and said, "Mr. Yun is really humble. Xiang Xue, I am ashamed of myself."

    Ye Yang: "...each other, the emperor is not bad."

    Feng Luan coughed and said, "I'm just bored for entertainment. There's no need to study such trivial matters."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Ye Yang couldn't take it anymore.

    Feng Luan looks like a pure and innocent little virgin who is single from the mother's womb, and his ears are red when he looks at an abstract picture of a spring night secret drama. , Ye Yang couldn't help but frowned and began to recall seriously.

    When he was kissed by Feng Luan, he was very flustered. Naturally, he never thought about anything, and he never paid attention to whether Feng Luan was familiar with him when they were intimate, but now that I think about it, when they first kissed, Feng Luan seemed to be too There was some hesitation, as if not knowing if it was the right thing to do.

    etc.

    Is that the first kiss of the dog emperor?

    Ye Yang was stunned.

    Not to mention an emperor, there are very few young masters from big families who can guard their bodies like jade, right? He was in a complicated mood, and when he looked at Feng Luan again, he was still stubborn, and some strange emotions arose in his heart. He couldn't help but think about what kind of virtue and what he was capable of, and why Feng Luan liked it so much.

    Ye Yang looked at Feng Luan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "You come to tease me, why are you so shy."

    Feng Luan refused to admit it, and said, "I'm shy? It's just Chun/Gongtu, how could I be shy."

    Ye Yang clicked his tongue lightly, he seemed to have regained his courage to drive without shame, and said without hesitation: "Emperor, there have been so many emperors throughout the ages, in terms of pure love, you Definitely the first."

    Feng Luan was angry: "I—"

    He just said a word, Ye Yang had already covered his mouth, and seemed to use a little more strength, Feng Luan's back hit the bedpost, he did not expect Ye Yang's action Suddenly, he didn't know why, but he knew that Ye Yang would not hurt him, so he didn't move, listening to Ye Yang go down.

    After he finished saying this, he leaned forward and kissed the back of his hand that was covering Feng Luan's hand. Freeing Ye Yang's hand, Ye Yang pinched him and pushed him back.

    The distance between him and Feng Luan was so close, the long eyelashes were clearly visible, he paused again, and said, "You are afraid of being sick."

      An, he couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, he just hated why he had said such a thing as ill.

     But the direct contact does not seem to be so emotionally ecstatic/soul. Seeing that Ye Yang has to speak again, he seized the opportunity first. Ye Yang only felt his palms wet, as if he was lightly sealed. Lightly licking the palm of his hand, he almost got goosebumps all over, but he was only slightly startled, and for a while, it was too late to retract his hand.

    The slight tingling was in his palm, his heartbeat almost stopped, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

      Not clear, but the words are audible.

    "You are so courageous." Feng Luan laughed in a low voice, "Only you in this world dare to scold me like this."

    The breath he exhaled when he spoke was hot and humid, sprayed on Ye Yang's palm, Ye Yang was restless, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Feng Luan took his wrist and took his hand from He moved his lips away and stroked his face, while he looked at Ye Yang with a smile on his face, and only Ye Yang was in his eyes.

    "But I like you to be bold." Feng Luan said, "Ayang, you know—"

    This sentence alone is not enough.

    "I am pleased with you."