The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

    The thunder sounded several times, and the pouring rain poured down, almost pouring the two into a chicken.

    Ye Yang already felt cold, and the dense icy rain almost took away the rest of the heat on his body, his lips were blue from the cold, he couldn't stop shaking, his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly hold the reins His feet slipped from the stirrups several times, and he was worried that he would fall off the horse if he went on like this, and if he was exposed to such temperatures in the rainstorm for a long time, he felt that they would not be able to last long.

    Now they urgently need to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, otherwise they will be frozen to death in the rain before Shen Shaoheng finds them.

    Feng Luan has been closely behind him, looking at him with inexpressible concern.

      When Ye Yang thought that Feng Luan might become the first emperor to freeze to death in the hunting ground, he faintly saw a broken wall in the shadows of the trees ahead, and Ma Er walked in to take a look, only to realize that it was actually a broken temple.

    He was a little surprised and couldn't think of why there was a broken temple in the royal hunting ground, but Feng Luan had already opened his mouth to clear his doubts, saying: "I heard that there were people living together outside the hunting ground, this temple may be It was left after they moved out, but I have never been here before... This is the first time I know that there is such a place in the hunting ground."

    No matter what the source of this broken temple is, this is the only place they can find to shelter from the rain, even if they tell him that the broken temple is haunted, Ye Yang has to go in. He and Feng Luan tied their horses under the corridor, water leaked everywhere in the ruined temple, and they managed to find a place that was still intact, but their situation was not much better.

    The wet clothes were attached to their bodies, and Ye Yang was still shivering from the cold. They had nothing to make a fire, and no light source. After the rain, the sky was dim, and they couldn't even see the situation in the broken temple. Qing, Ye Yang could only collect the few knowledge of survival in the wilderness in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

    Feng Luan is very worried.

    He was close to Ye Yang, so he could roughly see Ye Yang's current situation. When he saw Ye Yang trembling all over, he subconsciously reached out to hold Ye Yang's hand, and felt that the hands were really ice-cold It's scary, but Ye Yang's voice trembled when he spoke, he couldn't help coughing softly, his tone was weak, and even when he held back his hands, his hands obviously didn't have much strength. With his current state, he might last for half an hour. something wrong.

    Feng Luan is very rare

    At this moment of panic, he was almost at a loss, and he could only hold on to the last glimmer of hope to rummage back and forth in the ruined temple. After all, this is an abandoned temple. Something that can be used to make a fire.

    He was lucky.

    He took out a package from under the table in front of the statue. I don't know who put it there, and there were some flint and fire boxes in it. It was the first time he used this thing, It took some effort to ignite the fire, and then I could see the situation in the broken temple.

      There would be these things, but at this time he didn't have time to think too much, squatting by the fire, trying to make a fire.

    Ye Yang felt that he had the experience of picnicking in the mountains when he was a child and living stuffed sweet potatoes, so he wanted to step up to help, but his hands were shaking so badly that he could hardly hold the fire book. In the end, he could only provide technical guidance to Feng Luan by the side, but the dry grass and firewood were damp, and the fire did not start. Instead, countless white smoke came out, causing the two of them to cough.

    Feng Luan was flustered, he tried several times, and when the fire rose, his hanging heart just fell, but he turned to look at Ye Yang, who was still there just now Ye Yang, who kept muttering behind him and taught him how to make a fire, leaned against the wall and was sleepy, his face pale, and he was startled. He hugged him from the wall and started to unbutton his soaked clothes.

    Ye Yang was just drowsy anyway, he was still a little conscious, Feng Luan suddenly hugged him without saying anything, and wanted to take off his clothes, he was frightened and wanted to pat open Feng Luan's hand, coughing , asked: "What are you doing!"

    Feng Luan said: "You take off your wet clothes first."

    The fire has risen, he should take off the wet clothes to dry, but it is always strange to let others help him undress... Ye Yang muttered that he wanted to come by himself, he reached out to solve The front of the clothes was tied, but his fingers were frozen stiff. It took a lot of effort to untie the knot. He wanted to try again, but Feng Luan had already held his hand, as if holding back. With anger, he said, "Don't move."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    How could he forget!

    Rainy night! Destroy the temple! Wet clothes!

    Isn't this a classic plot of the protagonist's emotional growth in love novels!

    The next step is to hold it for warmth, right? !

    No, he didn't want to hug this dog emperor for warmth.

    Ye Yang held Feng Luan's hand and struggled, saying:

    : "I've said it all, I'll do it myself!"

    But now he seems to have lost most of his strength, the struggle is like a joke, Feng Luan is too lazy to pay attention to him, and directly takes off his outer robe, when he arrives at the inner jacket, he hesitates a little, Looking at Ye Yang staring at him again, he hesitated for a moment, but he didn't go any further, and turned to take off Ye Yang's riding boots. Ye Yang had no choice but to give up the struggle, thinking in his mind - after returning, except for Yu It seems that the long-distance run in the garden should be arranged as well.

    What's good about being a beauty, he wants to change back to the one who pulled the weeping willow!

    Feng Luan took off his shoes and socks, and baked them by the fire together with his coat. He took off his coat and looked back to see Ye Yang staring at him with wide eyes. Bai's toes touched the ground with an embarrassed look on his face, and he asked him, "That... Your Majesty... can you bring me some clothes..."

      A piece of clothing padded his feet, and the clothes were too far apart for him to reach, so he had to ask for help in embarrassment, and suddenly felt that his words were pitiful, and it really didn't look like his style.

    He saw Feng Luan still standing by the fire, and his eyes stopped on his slender white legs rolled up.

    Now that he is finally out of danger, he seems to have recovered at this moment—

      His cheeks slid across his neck and into the overlapping folds of clothes, and Feng Luan's gaze slowly looked down, and he saw that the soaked clothes outline his thin collarbone, revealing a hint of seductiveness on his chest.

    Ye Yang didn't know what Feng Luan was looking at, he brewed words, coughed, and said again: "You... what are you looking at, what are you thinking about all day long with a deflated belly, hurry up Bring some clothes here."

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Feng Luan raised his eyes, pretending that he had never seen anything, pulled a piece of clothing and threw it over, turning his head to look at the fire, no longer looking back, picked up a Thin dry wood, trying to spread the fire more vigorously.

    The eaves of the broken temple were falling, and every sound seemed to ripple in his heart. He suddenly wanted to talk to Ye Yang. All the past, he never thought to tell others about it, but now...

    He couldn't look back, he just stared at the

    Firelight, whispered softly: "Yunyang, I..."

    Xu was that his voice was too low, Ye Yang didn't seem to listen, but asked him in confusion, "Aren't you taking off your shoes and roasting your feet?"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    He looked back silently, and glanced at Ye Yang silently.

    "What are you doing with your eyes staring there?" Ye Yang said, "It's so cold outside, don't you panic?"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Feng Luan still did not speak.

    Ye Yang looked at him for a moment and felt that he understood.

    This dog emperor doesn't take off his shoes because he thinks his feet stink?

    "Okay, it's all big men, I understand." Ye Yang said seriously, "My feet have been stuffy in my boots all day, but I don't dislike your foot odor."

    Feng Luan: "I..."

    Ye Yang: "Just take it off, what are you afraid of?"

    Feng Luan said: "..."

    Feng Luan threw the dead branches in his hand into the fire, stood up with no expression, turned his head and walked to the door of the broken temple, refusing to speak to him.

    "Hey." Ye Yang was speechless, "The young man is quite shy."

    After saying that, he lowered his head and hooked the clothes Feng Luan had thrown over with his toes. When he stepped on it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

    Wait, is this Feng Luan's clothes?

    He uses the dragon robe as a footstep?

    Feng Luan wouldn't kill him after thinking about it?

    Ye Yang was trembling, still stepping on the clothes with his toes, and carefully avoiding the dragon pattern on the placket. A familiar system prompt beeps.

    He raised his head and saw a small red letter -1 appearing on Feng Luan's body.

     Less favors less favors! He finally fell in love!

    Ye Yang stared at Feng Luan's back, thinking about the reason why Feng Luan lost his favor at the moment, he thought about it and there was only one reason, the young man was quite shy, didn't dare to take off his shoes, and even walked to the door The cold wind blows, and now I want to come back to bake the fire, but I can't bring myself to come back.

    At this moment, Feng Luan must have hoped that he would call him back to bake the fire and give him a step down, but if he did not speak, Feng Luan would definitely continue to lose his favor!

    It must be!

    After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, a small red letter of -1 appeared on Feng Luan's body again.

    Ye Yang was about to applaud for his perfect plan, but the speed of losing his favor was too slow.

    He wants to wait a little longer

    Luan turned his head back.

    Ye Yang said: "Why? Are you not shy?"

    Ke Feng Luan looked serious, and didn't mean to joke with him at all, just hurriedly said to him, "Is someone coming outside?"

    Ye Yang was startled: "Is the forbidden army here?"

    Feng Luan shook her head.

    "It doesn't look like the clothes are forbidden, there should be other people in the hunting ground." Feng Luan picked up a piece of clothing, put it on Ye Yang, wrapped his body tightly, Fang set his eyes on At this moment, on the burning fire, Feng Mei frowned slightly and said, "Have you ever thought about why there is a fire in this ruined temple?"

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