Ye Yang always felt that the three words "snowball fight" focused on fighting peace.
As for snow, that's just an irrelevant modifier, it doesn't matter if it's snow or not.
But Feng Luan's understanding of snowball fights was obviously different from what he thought.
In Feng Luan's heart, the snowball fight is a play in the snow, sweet and sweet, you are like me, snow is also just an accessory, the focus should be on love, and snow is not important.
And when he grew up in the palace, his mother and concubines were worried that the little prince would catch a cold after playing in the snow. He was weak when he was young. I don't know how to play in the snow. It's rare to have a childish innocence today. I think about throwing snowballs and building a snowman. What a slow, warm and wonderful picture.
He thought of the beautiful woman wearing snow and smirking, and when he recovered from his wonderful fantasy, he saw a snowball the size of a head flying towards him at high speed.
Anyway, he has practiced martial arts for many years, and he has some evasion ability. He was so frightened that he ducked back, but the snowball didn't hit him. , the next moment someone slammed him into the snowdrift from behind, he stumbled and fell, and the snow covering his face buried him.
Kang Ning stood there dumbfounded and shouted, "Master Yun! What are you doing!"
Feng Luan was completely stunned, he struggled for a while, the scene was full of snow, and the scene was so chaotic that he couldn't see anything clearly. Hearing Kang Ning shout, he realized that it was Ye Yang who rushed over and pressed him.
No, no, this way of playing with snow seems to be a little different from what he thought.
Corning was at a loss, he just wanted to play in the snow, why did he push people into the snow? That is the emperor, the ninth-fifth honor of the emperor, how can he be so nonsense, but before he can speak again, Feng Luan has already seen the opportunity, grabbed Ye Yang's arm without hesitation, and pulled him into his arms suddenly .
He also wanted to fight back with snow like Ye Yang, but it was too cold in the snow. He was worried that Ye Yang was not in good health. If he rolled in the snow, he might get cold. He hugged Ye Yang into his arms a few times, and pressed the back of the opponent's head into his arms, not allowing him to move.
Ye Yang: "..."
Wait, isn't it a snowball fight
Why are you beating
This dog emperor is not dedicated at all.
Feng Luan's strength is indeed stronger than Ye Yang. Ye Yang tried to struggle for a while, but he couldn't get up. He was so hounded that he couldn't hold back and said, "What are you doing, let go!"
As soon as the words fell, Feng Luan really let go of his hand, and Ye Yang got up on the snow, but as soon as he got up, Feng Luan held Ye Yang's waist again, and pinched his chin with the other hand. He kissed up, and then asked back, "What did you say I want to do?"
Ye Yang: "..."
He didn't say a word, Feng Luan pretended that he was acquiescing, and simply kissed deeply, but Ye Yang didn't mean to move or struggle for the first time, and even tried to turn against the guest.
Kang Ning stood next to him for a while, and finally retreated silently into the distance, secretly rejoicing that the rest of the palace servants had just been sent down, otherwise if all this fell into the eyes of others, someone else would start talking nonsense.
The two were entangled for a while, and when they finally separated, Ye Yang wanted to sit up, but he was so entangled, he didn't have the slightest interest in snowball fights, but just got up, and saw Feng Luan, who was lying down, pop out. Add a line of goodwill small characters.
"Feng Luan's favorability rating +10, because the special event has not yet occurred, the third-order favorability is full and has not been cleared due to the special event, the favorability cannot be increased for the time being."
Ye Yang: "..."
and many more.
Doesn't this mean that Feng Luan's favorability is temporarily capped. No matter how much he acts as a demon these days, won't it increase further
God, there is such a good thing!
But he thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
It is known that as long as the special event is triggered, the third-order favorability will return to 0, and the special time and affection with Feng Luan will increase the favorability, and the favorability 100 will trigger a special event... This must be a perpetual motion machine, right? !
Ye Yang felt that he had been deceived by the system.
As far as Feng Luan's favorability is increasing now, he felt a little strange that he only added 10 favorability points to a kiss today. You must know that most of Feng Luan's favorability points start at the bottom of three digits, and only 100 favorability points. , fills up in minutes.
He was in a complicated mood for a while, and the joy that he had found that no matter how he acted as a monster recently had been diluted. He even felt that he should have been prepared earlier, for example... It could be the original book "Spring Night". "Secret Play Picture", turn it over and take a look.
Ye Yang was in a complicated mood, and for a while, it was difficult to speak.
He had already stood up, but Feng Luan didn't notice any difference. He patted his clothes and climbed up, asking him, "You guys play in the snow... is that so?"
"Do you know what snowball fights mean?" Ye Yang replied casually, "Fighting in the snow—"
He looked at Feng Luan, and suddenly thought of something.
Since Feng Luan's favorability is now locked, then even if he releases himself, Feng Luan's favorability will not change. If so, why doesn't he release himself
Ye Yang took a deep breath, looked at Feng Luan who was thinking about what he just said, pointed to the ground and said, "Hey, Your Majesty, did you drop something?"
Feng Luan looked back at the snowdrift he had fallen, there was nothing there, he was a little confused, Ye Yang had grabbed his collar and pushed him back again, frantically digging the snow on the side. to bury him.
Feng Luan was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable anger suddenly rose with an unrelenting desire to win. He was afraid of freezing. The pile rolled into a ball. When the trouble was enough, both of them were sweating. Ye Yang gasped and shook the snow on his body. Before he could say the first sentence, Feng Luan suddenly laughed. .
It was the first time Ye Yang saw this dog emperor laugh out loud like this. He seemed to be carefree. After watching for a while, as if unable to control the corners of his lips, he couldn't help laughing along.
He thought that at this time, no one knew whether Chu and Qian were going to turn against each other tomorrow, but it was really inappropriate for the two of them to play and play here.
But how can that be
He felt that Feng Luan was just an ordinary young man.
Even everyone in this harem should be just ordinary people.
Feng Luan wanted to find a sweetheart who could stay with him for a long time. Apart from that, he was probably doing his own job dutifully and striving for a model worker title in the history books a hundred years later.
Chu Lian loves dogs, an eighteen/nine-year-old girl, what small animal doesn't like? Ming Yan is fond of writing. She wants to write about love, sorrow and joy, but she has to wear the skin of "Mr. Mohou". Only Sister Ning is the strongest. Her journey is the sea of stars, and she may not be an ordinary person anymore.
These most common wishes, in the deep palace, seem to be so difficult to achieve.
For a moment, his mind was stunned, until Kang Ning took out the blanket from nowhere and rushed up, hurriedly shouting at them: "Your Majesty, Yun Shijun, change your clothes first, don't worry about the cold!"
Ye Yang: "..."
Playing too hard, he forgot all about it.
Now this dress has wide robes and big sleeves, rolling in the snow, and the snow has penetrated into the clothes, and his hair seems to be a little wet. The weather is so cold, if he doesn't change his clothes immediately, That's a real cold.
So the two hurriedly changed their clothes, and Kang Ning also served ginger soup in the dining room, but it seemed that it was still a little late. Ye Yang felt that his nose was starting to block, and then looked at Feng Luan, this dog emperor used to be in good health, but at night, he Got a fever.
Imperial Physician Rong was invited again to check Feng Luan's pulse. He only said that Feng Luan had not rested well during this period of time, his body was weaker, and the wind and cold entered his body, but it was not in the way, and he should be able to recover in a day or two.
Ye Yang felt a little guilty when he saw Imperial Physician Rong prescribing medicine.
If it wasn't for him pushing people into the snow, Feng Luan wouldn't have gotten hot.
Feng Luan didn't care. He was in a good mood today, but at the moment he just felt a little headache. Imperial Physician Rong and Kang Ning had to put him to bed to rest, so he leaned on the bed and waited for Imperial Physician Rong and others to push them down. Feeling a little guilty, he couldn't help but tease him and said, "Ayang, it's your fault."
Ye Yang: "I..."
Feng Luan said again: "If you feed me medicine, I can barely forgive you."
Ye Yang: "..."
Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan was acting coquettishly at him.
He paused for a moment, then walked out and told Corning to give him the medicine later. After thinking about it, he called Wanjuan, and whispered to her to bring the box by his bed.
At first, he felt that the book was too much of a hindrance, and he didn't dare to throw it away, so he found a box and locked the book and the messy things that Imperial Physician Rong had given him. I have to ask the late cuckoo to find a ready-made one... I feel embarrassed just thinking about it.
Wanju responded, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Feng Luan had a fever today, and he would never come to the side hall to bother him. He could take advantage of the night to study hard, at least do his homework, so as not to trigger a special event. No matter how blank and at a loss he was, it would be too embarrassing.
When Kang Ning brought the medicine, he brought it in and wanted to feed Feng Luan to drink the medicine. He blew the medicine to Feng Luan's mouth, and Feng Luan drank the medicine. With a kiss on his face, he said triumphantly, "Okay, I don't blame you anymore."
Ye Yang: "..."
How is this move... and a little cute.
After hesitating for a moment, he felt that he could not admit defeat, so he put the medicine bowl aside, taking advantage of Feng Luan's illness and poor physical strength, he did not hesitate to move forward. He wanted to kiss him back, but he didn't want Feng Luan He suddenly raised his hand and blocked him. He only touched Feng Luan's palm, and then heard Feng Luan cough a few times, and said, "Don't let me give you the sickness."
Ye Yang: "..."
He also caught a cold, but it wasn't as severe as Feng Luan's.
He could only step back a little, feed the medicine honestly, wait for Feng Luan to finish drinking the medicine, then cover up the quilt, persuade him to rest early, return to the side hall by himself, dismiss the palace servants, and open the night cuckoo He opened the lock of the box and took out the "Spring Night Secret Drama" that he had forgotten for a few months.
As a modern person, of course he still has physiological knowledge, but a few months ago he felt that he was still a simple little straight man, between the same sex... He was a little unimaginable, and even felt a little strange.
And the pictures drawn by the ancients are even more strange.
He frowned and turned over two pages. He couldn't read it any longer. It was so boring. There were even comments on the side. He was used to stuffing things under the pillow.
Unexpectedly, he just lay down for a while, and a palace servant whispered to report that the emperor was coming.
Feng Luan hugged his pillow, coughed, and said, "I can't sleep again..."
Ye Yang asked back, "Aren't you afraid of being sick?"
Feng Luan: "..."
Ye Yang added: "Don't forget, the March period is not over yet—"
Feng Luan frowned and interrupted him: "I'll just lie down for a while."
Ye Yang saw that Feng Luan was hugging the pillow, and for some reason, seeing Feng Luan's appearance, he felt a little soft-hearted. You'd better tell Zuiju Lang not to remember this."
Feng Luan smiled at him and replied, "No."
He climbed into the bed, moved Ye Yang's pillow into it, and said, "You talk to me, I'll go back later—"
He paused, a little suspicious.
"Ayang." Feng Luan asked, "What is this?"