The door seemed to be locked.
Ye Yang was in a complicated mood. He slowly looked back at Feng Luan, who was lying on the table. For a moment, he could only sigh in his heart that the speed of the seller, Kang Ning, was unexpectedly fast.
Not to mention that this tyrant was drunk and had to spit a couple of mouthfuls later, but Yunyang was so small, it would be difficult to move Feng Luan to the bed.
At any rate, Feng Luan still had some consciousness, and the wine was not bad. He just slept on his stomach. Ye Yang managed to drag him onto the bed. He was sweating from exhaustion.
Feng Luan's house is really deserted. There are not many furnishings in the house. It looks empty, and there is only one bed. It doesn't look like a tyrant's luxurious bedroom at all.
Anyway, he didn't dare to sleep with Feng Luan in the same bed. Feng Luan only had 16 points of affection for him, and he didn't dare to sleep on his own bed and let Feng Luan lie on the ground, so he could only aggrieved himself.
He spread his clothes on the ground, but the ground was really rough, and that's fine. After lying down for a while, he felt cold all over his body, and he was shivering. When he saw the culprit on the bed sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but hold his breath. He simply got up, grabbed the quilt on the bed and pulled it down, then took off his cumbersome robe, threw it on the bed, and used it for the Emperor Dog as a quilt.
Isn't the dog emperor in good health? Then let him freeze, he deserves to be frozen!
This dog emperor's quilt is very expensive to the touch, at least more expensive than his quilt. Ye Yang was lying on the ground wrapped in the quilt, and finally felt a little warmer. After an inexplicable toss for a day, he was already sleepy, and fell asleep after a while. , It was very uneasy all night, and it was not until dawn the next day that the palace servants were walking around and whispering, which woke him up.
It was a little bright outside, and it looked like it was only six or seven o'clock. Ye Yang rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was about to sit up and stretch again, but he felt that his back was sore, and he seemed to stretch his waist. It wasn't straight anymore, and he couldn't help baring his teeth in pain, feeling as if he couldn't sleep well last night and stretched his waist.
He could only hold his waist and struggle to get up, even whispering softly in his mouth, but the whispers outside suddenly stopped, and the voice became even lower, and Ye Yang had stood up and walked to the door curiously, just about to be curious. Pushing the door open, he suddenly heard the conversation of the palace servants outside.
"It seems to have gotten up." A little palace maid said, "Should it be time to call Director Kang over?"
"Not so fast." The other person sounded confident, as if very experienced, and said, "Haven't you heard a poem?"
She lowered her voice even lower, and Ye Yang almost got to the edge of the door before hearing their next conversation.
"The servant helped Jiao and weak, and it was the time when the new grace was granted." The palace maid said meaningfully, "Don't forget, the emperor missed the morning court today."
Ye Yang: "..."
What and what!
Ye Yang was furious and slammed open the door, which shocked the two palace maids who were whispering outside. Qi Qi opened his mouth.
"Congratulations to Servant Yun, congratulations to Servant Yun." Her two voices were uniform, as if they had secretly practiced together many times, "Sir Yun is about to get up?"
Ye Yang's anger was completely choked in his throat, and he reluctantly spoke after a long while, saying, "I... I'll just do it myself."
The eyes of the two palace maids seemed to understand each other, and one of them asked, "Do you want to prepare hot water for bathing, Servant Yun?"
Ye Yang: "I..."
Another person asked again: "If the servants of the cloud have already stood up, then the slaves will go in and clean up."
Only then did Ye Yang regain his senses and hurriedly stopped, saying, "The emperor hasn't woken up yet."
After Yan Bi, he turned his head, only to see Feng Luan covering his head and sitting up, as if he was suffering from a headache due to a hangover. At this time, Feng Luan's clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, the bed was in a mess, and his clothes were thrown all over the place. Not to mention the pillows and quilts that fell to the ground—everything seemed to be filled with indescribable ambiguity. Indeed, the expressions of the two palace maids had changed strangely. Ye Yang didn’t want to know what they were thinking at all, just doing it. Baba smiled at Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
Maybe it was because of a hangover that he woke up from sleep. Feng Luan was still staring at the sky outside for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "What time is it now?"
The two palace maids looked at each other meaningfully again, and one of them answered, "Your Majesty, it's half past time."
Feng Luan was stunned, and was about to get up in a hurry. His tone seemed to be a little unpleasant, and he said, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
He usually gets up at the same time, and it is already time to go to court at Mao Shi. Today, it was so late, and no one came to wake him up. He must not have to go to the morning. He said sullenly, "Where's Kang Ning?"
The two palace maids knelt down tremblingly, not knowing how to answer, the older one saw that he couldn't hide the matter, so he panicked and said: "Early... Earlier, Commander Shen came here. Let's go and take Director Kang away."
Feng Luan's expression darkened again: "Shen Shaoheng?"
The palace maid shivered: "Director Kang also said that it is rare for the emperor to sleep so well..."
Feng Luan said coldly, "Nonsense."
Ye Yang stood awkwardly beside him, speechless.
sleep well? Feng Luan, did you sleep well
It was clearly drunk and unconscious, and today's hangover is still a guilt.
Besides, the Shen Shaoheng mentioned by Feng Luan, this person Ye Yang also knows, that is the younger brother of Concubine Shen Xiangning, the commander of the imperial guards appointed by Feng Luan, and Feng Luan's companion when he was young. Chu Lian and others play an extremely important role in the plot of the Southern Tour. Ye Yang has never seen him since he came to the book. Now that he has heard it for the first time, he is inevitably a little curious.
Feng Luan ordered Kang Ning to be retrieved, and got up to wash up, but he didn't go to him earlier, but the government affairs could not be left behind, and Ye Yang sat aside, full of emotion in his heart, thinking what kind of tyrant is this? This is clearly a good emperor who is diligent in government and loves the people.
He just sat here for a while before the imperial physician came.
The imperial doctor seemed to come here every day to deliver medicine to Feng Luan. Ye Yang didn't know what the medicine's effect was, but he looked at the dark medicine soup and couldn't help but think of Feng Luan as if "No. Taihang" setting, and out of curiosity about this kind of drug, he couldn't help but leaned forward and asked, "What kind of drug is this? Does it work?"
The imperial doctor nodded subconsciously and said, "Master Yun, this is the secret recipe in our hospital, and it is very effective."
Ye Yang looked at the imperial doctor meaningfully and nodded seriously, indicating that he understood.
Feng Luan was prone to headaches when he didn't sleep well, so the imperial doctor gave him tranquilizers every day. Today, he had a hangover and his headaches worsened. He was really not in the mood to talk to Ye Yang. Eyes, without even frowning, he drank the bowl of dark medicinal soup directly.
Ye Yang sighed: "Hero, a hero."
Feng Luan: "..."
The imperial physician turned to look at Ye Yang again, and said, "Just right, since Shijun Yun is here, then Wei Chen doesn't have to run again to deliver medicine to you."
The wound on Ye Yang's shoulder has healed, leaving an extremely ugly scar. The new flesh has grown, and it is somewhat itchy. He can endure it on weekdays, but it is extremely uncomfortable at night. These days, he has relied on the ointment from the Taiyuan Hospital to ease it. , and today the imperial doctor added a new medicine for him, saying that it is a good way to remove scars. After applying it for a few months, the scars will fade away.
Ye Yang didn't care. He lived rough and thought rough. He felt that it was not a serious matter to have more scars on a man's body, but now it is different. Now he is the emperor's servant. Even if he doesn't care, the rest will help. what he cares about.
He took the medicine from the imperial physician, thanked him, and thought about applying it after going back, but Feng Luan looked at him, perhaps feeling guilty, so he ordered the imperial physician to hand over the medicine to him, and said, "Come on here. ."
Ye Yang stiffened and hurriedly refused: "You are the king of a country, how can I let you come."
Feng Luan had already taken the ointment in his hand, and instead ordered the imperial doctor and others to retreat temporarily. Hearing Ye Yang's words, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. , smiled politely, and said, "Your Majesty, please."
Feng Luan: "..."
He undressed, revealing the gauze wrapped with ointment on the side of his shoulder to bind the wound, and then slowly opened the gauze. Now the wound on his shoulder has almost healed, the tender flesh is new, and there is a slightly distorted red mark, which is about three inches long. Yu Chang, engraved on this fair and thin shoulder, looks extremely discordant and unsightly.
Feng Luan was used to seeing all kinds of wounds for a long time. He didn't feel terrible, but he knew that Yunyang was different. Before Yunyang entered the palace, he had heard of this young master of the Yun family. The Yun family spoiled him, not to mention suffering. Such a serious injury, I'm afraid that even the barb on his hand will cause his family to feel distressed, and now this injury is still for him...
Feeling ashamed, Feng Luan gently raised his hand to touch the scar on Ye Yang's shoulder, and asked in a softer tone, "Does it hurt?"
However, Ye Yang ducked forward and said, "Hey, itchy... Can't we be more happy?"
Feng Luan: "..."
He took a little ointment with his fingertips and dabbed it on the scar. Although he knew that Ye Yang's wound had healed, he couldn't help being cautious, for fear of hurting him again, and he had the habit of practicing martial arts since he was a child. Touching Ye Yang's shoulders, the strange feeling made Ye Yang dodge uncontrollably.
This feeling is too weird. He is also a frequent visitor to the bathhouse, and it is not that he has not been rubbed by the bathhouse master, but the feeling is really different from the feeling today. His bones were softened down, so he could only dodge forward in embarrassment. Feng Luan didn't know why he did this, he just thought he was still itchy, so he could only grab Ye Yang's hand and said to Ye Yang, "Don't hide. ."
Ye Yang couldn't help waving his hand and made an excuse: "Your Majesty, I'm ticklish, I'll do it myself."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Luan's other hand was grabbing onto his shoulder, and this almost made Ye Yang tremble, his face couldn't help but turn red, and his voice dropped.
"Emperor... Your Majesty," he stammered, "I, I... I'll just do it myself."
what's up!
Just put some medicine! What is your own reaction!
Before Feng Luan could speak, the maid he sent to find Kang Ning had already returned with Kang Ning and Shen Shaoheng, and when he saw that Ye Yang was so persistent, he nodded, got up temporarily and went out the door to meet Shen in the side hall. Kang two.
Ye Yang's face was on fire, but he was just glad that the light was not bright today, and the light in the room was dim. Feng Luan had never seen his embarrassed appearance. He patted his face, and in his heart he was sure that Yun Yang was the one who was sensitive to his body. He Ye Yang had nothing to do with him, so he hurriedly put on the ointment and put on his clothes, forced himself to calm down, and entered the side hall instead, just wanting to find an excuse to get away early.
But as soon as he stepped in the door, he saw Feng Luan angrily throwing the teacup to the ground, the palace servants knelt on the ground, and Kang Ning tried his best to persuade him.
"Your Majesty, calm down." Kang Ning said, "It is a blessing for my court to have counselors like this—"
"He is full of nonsense and arbitrarily arranging me, what a blessing!" Feng Luan tore and kneaded the handwritten book in his other hand, then threw it outside the door, and said angrily, "What other rumors, I In folklore, is it so unbearable?!"
The ball of paper was rolling to Ye Yang's feet, Ye Yang slowly lowered his head, and through the back of the paper, he could faintly see the words written on the other side.
"There are rumors among the people... Violence... Debauchery... Dao... Murderer... Spring Night... No... If there is a way of heaven... Punishment..."
Ye Yang: "..."
Okay, now it's time to choose words and make sentences.
He closed his eyes, mobilized his not too strong language skills, and tried his best to combine these scattered handwritings.
Then a word popped into his mind.
"There are rumors among the people that this tyrant is debauched and depraved, with a bloodthirsty nature, and the spring night is short and the day is high. Since then, the king will not come to court early, and if there is a way of heaven, he will be executed."
Feng Luan raised his hand and smashed the lid of the teacup that had not been shattered to the ground.
"I see him as remembering the hatred of "Meng Qiu" that day!" Feng Luan's face turned pale with anger, "I work diligently every day, how can I be a tyrant!"
Ye Yang: "..."
and many more.
Is this tyrant's self-awareness somewhat different from that of the original author