When the palace maid went down, Ye Yang Fangjue... From the beginning to the end, he pretended to be calm.
He tried to hide his panic by pretending that nothing happened.
He knew that he was deceiving himself, and he also knew what kind of predicament he was facing now—even if Feng Luan had said at first that he was willing to let him out of the palace, he believed that if he insisted on leaving, Feng Luan would not stop him, But now...
He can't leave.
He made countless high-sounding excuses for himself, telling himself that he stayed in the palace because he was worried about Feng Luan's poisoning, because he was afraid of the tragic death of Shen Shaoheng and others, but he also knew that if everything was going to happen, even if he stayed in the palace, he couldn't stop him what.
Excuse.
Everything was just an excuse he was trying to use to deceive his own heart.
Now he is like grass on the wall, swaying, even if someone or something pushes him again, he will probably give up the so-called persistence in his heart and fall directly to the one he never thought of. one side.
This made him a little scared.
In his more than 20 years of life, his expectations for a happy life in the future are nothing more than earning a little money and working steadily, then getting married and starting a family, and his wife and children are on the kang head.
Later, he fell ill and was hospitalized, but his expectations still did not change much. He hoped to recover from his illness and then live the ordinary life of most people. From the beginning to the end, he put himself in the perspective and position of an ordinary man. I never thought that one day I would be able to marry another man.
This contrast is too subverting his cognition over the years, and it is really difficult for him to accept it for a while, but he also knows that a person like Feng Luan is still so kind to him... He may never meet a second person in his life. one.
But Feng Luan was too proactive. In comparison, everything that happened made him feel that he had become a protected and passive party. He didn't think it was bad, but...
This mother-in-law doesn't look like him at all.
Ye Yang leaned on the soft couch and felt that he had already thought through it, but he always felt that he was still a little bit short. He had not slept all night last night, and now he was very sleepy, and the bed was really warm - he couldn't help but go down again. After shrinking a little, I could smell the faint aroma of the quilt.
There is a habit of burning incense everywhere in the palace, and Yeyang Palace originally wanted it, but Ye Yang was not used to it, so the palace staff had already withdrawn it. Now the aroma on the quilt is obviously sealed. The cold fragrance brought by Luan.
This breath was familiar, perhaps because it was an incense soothing scent that gradually calmed Ye Yang's mind.
The quilt on this couch was really warm, and Feng Luan was no longer here anyway, so he was too lazy to change back to his bed to rest, and just as his thoughts changed, he actually fell asleep.
But when he closed his eyes, he felt something was wrong.
Now this drowsy feeling gave him a strangely familiar feeling, very much like the feeling he felt when he dreamed back to reality that day, but the anxiety of that day was gone.
He finally got rid of the feeling of suffocation when he was drowsy, but he didn't wake up from a dream like last time. He was still in his palace, but the scenery around him was so familiar that he began to wonder if it was a dream.
He wanted to call the palace servants in, but no one responded. He was puzzled for a while, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. He heard the rustling outside, and curiously pushed open the window on the side of the soft couch, and looked out, Fang Jue after the first snow yesterday, I don't know when it snowed again in the courtyard.
Today, the snow in the courtyard is rustling, and the cold air is blowing at his face. He is wrapped tightly in the quilt, but he still thinks inexplicably that this scene should be warmed up with a pot of wine and some peanuts, and enjoy it.
Wan Juan had just come in just now, lit the stove for him, and whispered to him to keep the window open so as not to catch cold from the cold wind, while Ye Yang was drowsy, just staring at the heavy snow outside the window, nodded in response, and after a while, he listened again. De Feng Luan's voice sounded behind him, with some helpless concern, and sighed: "In such a cold weather, if you open the window, you are not afraid of catching a cold."
Ye Yang frowned and looked back, seeing that Feng Luan was wearing a fox fur, with white snow falling on his hair and shoulders, as if he couldn't wait to find him as soon as he came back, and even forgot to brush the snow off his body, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't Under control, he stretched out his hand and gently covered the hand under Feng Luan's fox fur.
That hand was freezing cold. When he touched it, he couldn't help but shivered. Then he raised his eyes to look at Feng Luan. He didn't seem to hesitate at all. The fur coat was torn off, and the other hand was holding Feng Luan's fingers, and he gave way to the inside of the bed to make room for one person, Fang Yinyin laughed with Feng Luan, "Does the emperor want to come to the bed?"
Feng Luan smiled and said, "Don't let me freeze you."
He turned around and stepped forward to clear the snow in his hair for him, changed into his normal clothes, and then waved back the palace servant and came over with a hand stove. Seeing that Ye Yang was still lying by the window watching the snow, he put the hand stove in Ye Yang first. In Yang's arms, Fang took off his shoes and climbed onto the soft couch, kissed Ye Yang's lips sideways, and said, "If you keep the window open, you should pay more attention."
Ye Yang covered the stove and was kissed on the lips, but there was no other reaction.
There was a voice in his heart questioning what was happening now, and he felt that he would never really do this, but he really never resisted, and he couldn't even restrain his wild thoughts. You can snuggle with others to keep warm.
He seemed to stick to Feng Luan unconsciously, and then his lips and tongue entangled, the kiss was deep, and his clothes were all torn off, Ye Yangfang felt something was wrong, but he just pushed Feng Luan and said, "You first Close the window."
Feng Luan said with a muffled smile, "Don't worry, no one dares to look inside the house."
Ye Yang: "But now it's a national mourning... If they hear—"
Feng Luan leaned close to his ear, licked his lips wetly on the tip of his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you are afraid, just keep your voice down."
Not right.
This development is so wrong.
Ye Yang's mind became more and more dizzy. He raised his hand to wrap Feng Luan's shoulder, and even turned over to step on it. He stared at Feng Luan's eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Why don't you take it lightly."
His mind was even more drowsy, as if he only knew how to entangle and seek, and he had left everything out. When his love was deep, he took the initiative to cover his mouth, and the stove had already rolled out of his hands, sliding against the two of them. There seemed to be a blazing fire between the sticking waist and legs, which was unbearably hot.
Finally he raised his head in confusion and looked out the window.
There was heavy snow in the courtyard, and the cold plum and proud snow under the corridor, and the fine snow fell into the plum petals, and he bit his hand and swallowed the words in a low voice, but he did not understand the heart sinking. This indulgence and hesitation only repeats in my mind over and over again—
It's a dream, it's just a dream.
Dreams shouldn't be like this, but since it's a dream, so what's the harm
…
Ye Yang woke up in a panic, and it took a long time for him to realize what the dream was.
His face was hot, but he couldn't tell how embarrassed he was. He really never thought that he would have such a dream, not to mention that he actually reacted after waking up from the dream. He was sweating and his clothes were soiled. He felt that he should get up to take a bath and clean up, but if he asked the palace servants to prepare to take a bath, the clothes he changed...
His face was flushed red and he didn't dare to think about it.
It was extremely quiet in the outer courtyard. He shrunk into the bed for a while, and when he heard the snow rustling in the courtyard, he couldn't help but stay there, wrapped the quilt and climbed up, carefully opened the window a little, and glanced outside - I don't know what was in the courtyard. It was snowing heavily at the moment, and this scene was not much different from what he had seen in his dream.
Ye Yang froze all over, and felt that something was wrong. There was the sound of Wanjuan's footsteps behind him. He lit the stove for him, and whispered to him: "Little son, it's snowing outside, you open the window, Don't catch a cold."
Ye Yang: "..."
Ye Yang slammed the window shut, only to feel an indescribable panic in his heart.
wait? what's going on? Is this still a premonition? !
He hurriedly wrapped the quilt, got out of bed and put on shoes, and wanted to quickly move back to his bed.
Wanjuan looked at him puzzled from behind and asked, "Little Master, are you..."
Ye Yang hurriedly said: "When the emperor comes back, you can say that I am not here, or that I fell asleep and didn't wake up, don't care what excuses you make up, in short, stop him and don't let him in."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Feng Luan's voice behind him.
"Don't let me in?" Although Feng Luan was a little puzzled, he still smiled, "What? What kind of cleverness do you want to hide from me?"
He was wearing fox fur, and snow had fallen on his hair room clothes, and he really looked like Ye Yang's dream just now.
Ye Yang: "..."
Okay, it's really a prophetic dream.
Ye Yang turned around reluctantly, smiled awkwardly at Feng Luan, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to take a bath."
"Then why hide it from me?" Feng Luan said, "Is there anything I haven't seen between you and me?"
Ye Yang: "..."
When Wanjuan heard what the two of them said, she already understood and quietly retreated, while Ye Yang was embarrassedly wrapped in the quilt on the soft couch, neither sitting nor standing. He even raised his eyes to look at Feng Luan's face. In his mind was the expression of restraint and forbearance of the other party in the dream just now. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, moved carefully to the side of his bed, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, why don't you go out and wait?"
"It's almost time to eat." Feng Luan said, "Why don't you take a bath after eating?"
Ye Yang: "... I'd better wash it first."
Feng Luan did not stop him.
He asked people to change his clothes for him, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and instructed the people in the palace to prepare the things needed for the bathing of Shijun Yun. He sat on the side and looked at the book again. Ye Yang was embarrassed, and it was easy to wait until everything was ready. Qi, he could not wait to rush behind the screen immediately, his heart was pounding nervously, but just now he took a step, but Feng Luan had already asked him to wait for a while, then got up and walked in front of him.
Ye Yang was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to move, he looked up at Feng Luan in trepidation.
Feng Luan reached out and touched his forehead, and asked a little worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Your face is so red, but you're hot?"
His hands were cold, apparently frozen outside, but Ye Yang stared at him blankly, as if he saw real dreams intertwined, his eyes widened, but he didn't dare to speak. :"I… "
Feng Luan seemed to understand something, and said with a low smile, "I'm the one who froze you."
He asked people to take advantage of the stove, but Ye Yang raised his hand to cover his face, embarrassed, and rushed behind the screen, only to feel embarrassed, and in his heart...
A big mess.