MTL - The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast-Chapter 7 hold high

What is unpredictable monarchy, this is unpredictable monarchy!

Just now, no matter what he said, he liked it, and it started to fall in the blink of an eye?

Ye Yang and Feng Luan looked at each other, Feng Luan suddenly sneered, and said, "Break a big stone in your chest? How about you learn to break a big stone in your chest?"

Ye Yang: "No, no..."

Feng Luan raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What do you want to learn?"

Ye Yang: "…"

He pondered carefully, remembering that Feng Luan had said something to him before.

Feng Luan said that he specialized in riding and archery since he was a child, and now he is still obediently admitting it, picking up what Feng Luanhui has to say is better.

Ye Yang answered honestly: "I want to learn to ride and shoot."

Feng Luan's mood seems to have finally improved: "When you are healed, I will teach you."

Ye Yang: "…"

The Dog Emperor.

He just scolded in his heart, Feng Luan stood up suddenly, making him shrink back in fright, but Feng Luan just asked Kang Ning to send him the unread book, he seemed to be sure of tonight To rest here, Ye Yang hopes that he can leave as soon as possible.

Although he couldn't make Feng Luan go after Chu Lian, he had a way to make the tyrant leave because he hated him.

This tyrant loves elegant and weak beauties. He loves faces, not people. If the elegant beauties do something extremely indecent, Feng Luan should immediately lose his love for him. interest.

Ye Yang thought so, he simply climbed to the edge of the bed and looked down at his legs.

The big guy with his feet is the essence of all rough guys.

He doesn't believe that Luan can have sex/interest with a person who is rocking flip-flops on Erlang's legs.

Ye Yang just woke up, wearing only pajamas, no shoes and socks, he probed into the bed and looked under the bed, there was a pair of low-top upturned cloth shoes, very Delicate, he moved to the bed and stepped on the back of the shoe.

No flip-flops, cloth shoes should be fine.

Feng Luan remained silent, but his eyes chased his actions, and when he saw him put his feet into his shoes, he spoke lightly and asked, "Yun Shijun, what are you doing? ."

Ye Yang sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and put the other leg on his knees, thinking he was looking rough, and began to shake his legs.

He was only wearing a single-layer bedclothes, made of good materials, like silk, with his movements, the trousers slipped up, revealing a calf and slender ankles, the cloth shoes Kankan hangs on the tiptoe, the color is gorgeous, and it is shaky, which makes his skin white as snow, and the faint blue veins are hidden.

Ye Yang didn't realize it yet, he was shaking his legs and shoes, and was about to stretch out his hand to make a foot-picking movement, but found that the opposite Feng Luan looked at him, as if something was wrong.

Ye Yang lowered his head and looked at his legs.

The exposed calf is thin and white, and the cloth shoes are like high heels hanging on the toes in the **** photo.

Ye Yang: "…"

Wait, why does Yunyang have no leg hair.

How can you not be a rough man! Have! leg! hair!

If he had hairy legs, this performance would be twice the result with half the effort, he could scare Feng Luan away on the spot, but now he's making his feet like a lure, he can't do this, he has to hurry up Find a way to dilute the current ambiguous atmosphere.

Ye Yang: "…Brother, have you eaten yet?"

Feng Luan: "…"

Ye Yang put down his legs embarrassedly, tore off his trousers, looked at Feng Luan, and reluctantly regained some confidence: "I... I'm starving, and there's nothing left for us, just some cabbage clams. Potato chips, why don't you stew, let's cook, let's make it on the hour?"

Feng Luan: "…"

Feng Luan raised his hand and took the book from Corning, but he was still calm, his favorability didn't change, he just frowned slightly, and said with disgust, "You really should study hard. Palace etiquette."

But when he mentioned the word "ceremony in the palace", he couldn't help but think of Li Ma and Na Yu Shi, his brows could not help but wrinkle a little tighter, and said in a low voice: "No shame."

Before he finished speaking, he paused again, remembering Ye Yang's refutation of his words that day, he couldn't help swallowing the end of the sentence, snorted slightly, slightly displeased, Raising his eyebrows, he looked at Kang Ning and asked, "Where is Auntie Xiu?"

Kang Ning replied: "It should still be in the Palace of Lord Yunshi."

"Change one." Feng Luan glanced at Ye Yang's leg and said, "This is all about teaching."

Ye Yang was nervous for a moment.

The book makes it clear that Feng Luan is a tyrant who can kill even his own brother. He said that he wanted to change the teaching mammy. Could it be that he wanted to kill Li mama?

Ye Yang hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Mammy Li didn't make a big mistake, please think twice."

Feng Luan gave him a sideways look: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Ye Yang: "Uh..."

He murmured for a moment, feeling unspeakable embarrassment in his heart, so he hurriedly looked away, tried to change the topic, and asked, "…Your Majesty, what happened to the assassin last night?"

Feng Luan turned over a page and said lightly: "Kill it."

Ye Yang: "...doesn't you need interrogation?"

Feng Luan replied, "I already know who he is."

Ye Yang looked at him curiously, but Feng Luan stopped talking. Compared with the happy mood when he was joking with him before, Feng Luan's expression seemed to be a little colder, and he did not talk to him anymore. When he spoke, he just looked at the memorial in his hand, and he didn't turn to the next page for a long time.

Ye Yang shut up.

This is obviously not something he should know. He really shouldn't talk too much. When he saw that Feng Luan didn't want to talk to him again, he simply lay down on his side without saying a word, and waited for the meal and the medicine. He soon fell asleep again.

, Just as he was about to close his eyes and go to sleep again, he heard Feng Luan muttering, and he seemed to be in a nightmare again.

Ye Yang hugged the quilt and turned over silently.

But he remembered Feng Luan's ravings in his dream last time, and couldn't help but be curious again.

Who is "A Yue" in Feng Luan's mouth?

…

The next day dawned, when Ye Yang woke up, Feng Luan had already gone to court.

He was drinking medicine, but when he turned his head, he saw Mammy Li leaning on the door frame and looking at him tearfully.

Ye Yang snorted in his heart, and was shocked.

"Little Young Master! The slaves are leaving!" Madam Li shouted, "The emperor has ordered, the slaves can no longer be with you!"

Ye Yang: "Ah..."

He remembered the pictures of the Jade Situation and the Spring Night Secret Opera that Mama Li gave him, and wished Mama Li would go faster.

But he never imagined that Mammy Li dragged out a little maid from behind and put the treasure bag in her boudoir on the little maid's neck, the heavy bag dragged the little girl She stumbled, and Li Ma looked up at Ye Yang with teary eyes, and said, "Little Master, Wanjuan is an apprentice taught by the slaves, so let Wanjuan follow you in the future!"

Ye Yang: "...this is not necessary."

Wanjuan was pushed forward by Mammy Li, and bowed sharply to Ye Yang, making Ye Yang take a few steps back.

"The slave has studied it carefully, the matter of grace is in the body and mind." Wanju raised her head, looked at Ye Yang, nervous, and stammered, "Nu Nu Nu slave must be It will help the little boy win the Sacred Heart!"

Ye Yang: "…"

Ye Yang felt his head hurt even more.

He looked at the two with their eager eyes, suddenly remembered something, grabbed Mammy Li's arm, and asked, "Mammy Li, how long have you been in the palace?"

Mother Li patted her chest and assured: "The slaves have been in the palace for more than 20 years, and that is watching the emperor grow up. What the emperor likes, the slaves all know!"

Ye Yang didn't want to know Feng Luan's preferences, he was more curious about Feng Luan's dreams.

He wanted to rush to ask the matter clearly before Mama Li left, so he lowered his voice and asked, "You... do you know who in the palace calls A Yue by name, or if it has a name in it? A transcendental one."

Before she finished speaking, Mammy Li could not wait to raise her hand to cover his mouth, her face full of horror, she lowered her voice even lower, and together with Wanjuan, they approached Ye Yang and asked : "Little son, this word can't be nonsense. If the emperor hears it, he will definitely be angry."

Ye Yang asked: Why? "

Mother Li had no choice but to answer: "Little Young Master... Have you ever heard of King Shenyang?"

Ye Yang had an epiphany.

He didn't know who the name A Yue was, but he had seen the name of King Shenyang in the book.

This hat was put on Feng Luan's head. Killing his brother was a real thing. At that time, several princes were fighting for the throne, and there were frequent tricks. Among them, Feng Luan was the most ruthless. Apart from a few of his half-brothers, he did not even spare his own younger brother, King Fengyue of Shenyang. He stepped on the blood of his close relatives to ascend to the throne, and he washed away the dissidents in the Qing Dynasty. He ascended the throne in just one month , has killed hundreds of people, this is called a tyrant.

But Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan was raving in his dream that day, and it seemed... very guilty.

If Ah Yue is the king of Shenyang, then this is a bad debt in the palace, and it has nothing to do with him. Mammy left.

Ye Yang was injured, and he was infected with the cold before. Getting out of bed and walking around would inevitably affect the wound, so Wanju sent Mammy Li out, and ran back, eager to go to the Ye Yang offers advice.

Ye Yang picked up the medicine bowl and sipped it one by one listening to her go down.

"The young master was injured because of the emperor." Wanjuan said seriously, "If the emperor comes again, you should tell the emperor that you have pain in the shoulder and ask the emperor to rub it!"

Ye Yang choked on the medicine.

"No, no, the wound will hurt if you rub it." Wanjuan retorted, "Then...then let the emperor blow it!"

After saying this, she stood on her chest and looked very proud.

Ye Yang coughed a few times, and then deliberately asked: "Blow it? Then do you have to kiss and hold it high?"

Wanjuan's eyes lit up: "Little son! Good strategy!"

Ye Yang: "…"

Wan Juan took another step forward and continued to offer advice, but the palace people outside the door had already said loudly: "The slaves are knocking on the emperor."

Ye Yang sighed.

What are you talking about, why is this Feng Luan still staying in his palace and not leaving?

"

Ye Yang responded quickly: "Yes, the special garlic peeler, that... cuckoo, say hello to the emperor."

Feng Luan: "…"

"Slave Wanjuan, meet the emperor." Wanjuan said nervously, "Your Majesty, little gentleman... No, Yun Shijun was just talking about her shoulder pain."

Ye Yang: "…"

No? Just this bad plan, really turned around and sold him? !

Feng Luan was slightly startled, looked up at Ye Yang, and asked hesitantly, "Your wound hurts? Would you like to pass it on to an imperial physician?"

Ye Yang: "…"

He looked at Wanjuan's forehead against the ground, looking at it from his angle, he happened to see half of Wanjuan's face exposed from under his arms, those big eyes clicked, Life winked at him.

Ye Yang decided to pretend not to see: "No, no, small problem, I don't feel pain."

Before she finished speaking, Wanju raised her head in hatred.

Feng Luan was startled by her loud roar: "...Ah?"

Ye Yang shouted before her: "Flesh! It's okay!"

But he still didn't overpower the voice of the late cuckoo.

"The servant said it! The wound hurts!" Wanjuan shouted, "I want the emperor to kiss and hug, lift! High! High!"

Ye Yang: "…"

Feng Luan: "…"