The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

     Before Shen Shaoheng finished speaking, Feng Luan's face was already dark.

    This is also a beautiful flower room that he painstakingly arranged to apologize to Ye Yang. Can Shen Shaoheng say that this is a mourning hall? !

    Feng Luan was angry.

& nbsp; .

    Is this really like a mourning hall?

    Ye Yang heard someone say what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but cast an approval look at Shen Shaoheng, hoping that Shen Shaoheng could say a few more words for him, so that Feng Luan could understand how much he had done matter.

    Feng Luan was silent.

    In the 23rd year of his life, he doubted his own aesthetics for the first time.

    Shen Shaoheng didn't realize that his death was approaching, he walked around the bed surrounded by chrysanthemum wreaths twice, feeling even more in his heart, said: "This is not like the... , it's just a cover-"

    He thought it was funny, with a smile on his face, turned his head to look at Feng Luan and Ye Yang, and saw the cold look on Feng Luan's face, he shivered first, and asked, "Your Majesty , this shouldn't be you..."

    Feng Luan sneered and asked him, "What's the difference? What's the difference?"

    Shen Shaoheng: "…"

    Shen Shaoheng shut up.

    Just now, he felt that he had a promising future, but at this moment... he just wanted to slap himself hard.

    If you talk more, you talk more!

    Ye Yang was still holding the quilt and sitting by the side, now there are more people in the tent, the yang is strong, he feels a little more at ease, and can listen to Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng, but The atmosphere had dropped to freezing point, Feng Luan looked at Shen Shaoheng coldly, Shen Shaoheng was so panicked that his calf trembled, and he didn't know how to come back to the stage, he said after a while, "Emperor...Emperor, just now..."

    Let's talk business! As long as we talk about official business, the emperor will probably forget what happened just now!

    Feng Luan raised her eyebrows slightly, really no longer asked about the mourning hall, but she also disliked the bed, pulled up a chair and sat down, and said to Shen Shaoheng, "Continue talking."

    Shen Shaoheng saw that Feng Luan really didn't mind Ye Yang hearing about this, so he said tremblingly: "The King of Jinghuai County should know about the private iron utensils in Wei Shi, the minister went to check it, and Wei Shi always I don't believe in ghosts and gods. At the beginning of the year, I accompanied his wife to visit Huguo Temple. After returning, he suddenly became a devout believer. He had to go to Huguo Temple every three or five years.

    The one in the country temple is related. "

    Feng Luan was in a bad mood. Hearing Shen Shaoheng mentioning Huguo Temple, his face became even darker, obviously very unhappy.

    Shen Shaoheng suggested in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I think it's not a good time to leave the capital..."

      The available soldiers, he dare not make a move."

    Ye Yang was a little surprised when he heard his eldest brother's name at first glance, and could not help but listen more seriously, and was even a little curious about what Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng were talking about.

    "I will pass an edict to Yun Rin and Prime Minister Yun, so that they will keep an eye on Jinghuai, and all correspondence and news in the Prince's Mansion must pass the eyes of Prime Minister Yun." Feng Luan said softly, " You are very optimistic about Huguo Temple, Wei Shi was just an ordinary pilgrim, and even Wei Shi could see him, Commander Shen must have failed his duty."

    Shen Shaoheng: "…"

    Commander Shen?

    Besides before Baiguan, the emperor never called him that!

    He panicked and admitted his mistake, his heart sank to the bottom, and he never thought that his career would be ruined on this day.

    Yes, it was destroyed in the mourning hall.

    Feng Luan had told him to retreat, Shen Shaoheng walked out of the tent, in a trance.

    It was over, and finally the emperor spoke to him in that tone, obviously lingering anger, very angry at the "mourning hall" he said.

    He is so young, he cannot let his career be ruined here.

    He has to find a way!

    …

    Ye Yang watched the whole process, but he was at a loss. He really couldn't tell what Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng were talking about.

     Are you optimistic about Huguo Temple? What's so beautiful about a group of big monks? But he didn't know if he could ask, so he had to hold the quilt tighter, racking his brains on how to make Feng Luan sleep in another place.

    I don't want Feng Luan to look at him and ask, "Are you afraid?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Feng Luan understood.

    He looked lost, but he still stood up and asked Ye Yang to put on his robes and go to his tent with him to rest. The flowers in the tent would make people feel Packed up.

    Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally escaped the death threat, hurriedly packed up his things, and kept up with Feng Luan's pace.

    "I know you are curious." Feng Luan said, "If you want to know about these things, I will tell you."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    He doesn't want to know.

    The conversation between Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng just now seems to be a secret, the more you know

    The sooner he died, if he could, he wished he hadn't even heard the conversation between Feng Luan and Shen Shaoheng.

    But now he wants Feng Luan to leave early, as long as Feng Luan can leave here, he doesn't dare to make Feng Luan angry, so he has to stand still and wait for Feng Luan to continue.

    "I think that Wei Shi should have seen someone in Huguo Temple." Feng Luan said softly, "This person, Ayang, you should have heard of."

    Ye Yang saw Feng Luan lowered his eyelids slightly, and his expression turned up, as if he was deliberately trying to hide something, he hid everything under the icy surface, but his breathing was a little short. He seemed to remember something unsightly from the past, and that expression really resembled Ye Yang's appearance when he saw his nightmare, what he wanted to grasp, everything was in front of his eyes, but it was all false.

    Jinghuai County King, private cast iron vessel, mysterious man in Huguo Temple, nightmare, nightmare, nightmare—

    There are many words in his mind slowly coming together, Ye Yang seems to wake up at this moment and understand all the conversations between Shen Shaoheng and Feng Luancai.

    Qia Fengluan spoke softly, but only tried her best to maintain a steady tone, and said, "Have you heard of King Shenyang?"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    If Ye Yang remembers correctly, the folks say that Feng Luan is called a tyrant, and that Feng Luan disregards blood and family in order to seize the throne. One of the most serious crimes is to kill one of his mother and compatriots. Brother Feng Yue.

    For him, the other brothers are not from fellow countrymen, but Fengyue is different. Raised by two concubines.

    Feng Luan is not merciful to his fellow brothers. As far as moral ethics is concerned, how can such a vicious and tyrannical person bear the burden of the king of a country.

    But now it seems that Feng Yue is not dead, the mysterious person in Huguo Temple should be him.

    Not only that, but the King of Jinghuai and Wei Shi and the King of Jinghuai privately cast iron wares, probably because of him.

    Ye Yang couldn't understand what he was thinking, this matter is obviously a top secret of the royal family, maybe not many people in the harem know about it, but Feng Luan told him about it... After all, he is not the original author Some characters, in the environment where he grew up, are far from such intrigue, and there is no such drama of brothers fighting each other, he does not know this-->>

    Whether I should comfort Feng Luan, or if Feng Luan promises that he will be tight-lipped, from now on, he just pretends that he has never heard of it.

    He only knew that at this moment he raised his head to look at Feng Luan's eyebrows, the look in his eyebrows, and the remorse and guilt of Feng Luan's several nightmares, this will never be a tyranny Emotions a person should have.

    If

    Feng Luan is the kind of person that the folks say, he will never have nightmares every night. Over the years, he has not even slept well.

    Ye Yang already has the answer in his heart.

    He wrapped his robe tightly, pulled Feng Luan's arm and walked out.

    "It doesn't matter who he is, I don't know him." Ye Yang whispered, "We don't care who we love."

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Feng Luan took Ye Yang's hand and walked out of the tent, and saw that the night was just right outside. At this time, Feng Luan somehow remembered what Ye Yang once said.

    It was the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the Chinese New Year.

    Ye Yang said that the man was in his twenties, with a thin body, lovable, upright posture, and unparalleled beauty.

    And that night.

    Ye Yang, who had planned to leave, came towards him from that road.

    He tightened his fingers, bent his lips slightly, and looked down at Ye Yang who was walking in front of him.

    When he saw the firelight reflected on Ye Yang's handsome face, his black eyes were shining brightly, as if in his heart, there was also a warm shimmer.

    Yes.

    His destiny is lovable and beautiful.

    …

    Ye Yang pretended to be sick for two days. Two days later, when the army was withdrawn, Qiuhun's team turned back to Beijing. Luan changed into his regular clothes, and Shen Shaoheng brought the horse, and the day when he followed the emperor to make a private visit in micro-clothing was finally coming.

    Just…

    Ye Yang frowned, looking at the only two horses in front of him, feeling that something was wrong.

    "That..." Ye Yang coughed and asked, "Commander Shen, where is my Land Rover?"

    Seeing him, Shen Shaoheng frowned deliberately, his face full of exaggeration, holding back his extremely poor acting skills, he forced a face full of surprise.

    "Master Yun! Why are you here!" Shen Shaoheng exclaimed, "Shouldn't you have gone back with the army?!"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Wait, Feng Luan didn't tell Shen Shaoheng that he would also go with him?

    Shen Shaoheng coughed again, with a look of regret.

    His career self-help plan has begun!

    "Ah! What should I do, the minister didn't bring Yun Shijun's horse!" Shen Shaoheng said loudly, "Your Majesty! The minister does not know that Yun Shijun has to go with him!"

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Feng Luan: "…"

    Shen Shaoheng was full of distress.

    "That's the case!" Shen Shaoheng sighed heavily, with hope in his eyes that his career would be smooth again, "How about... Your Majesty, will you ride with Yun Shijun?"

    The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-08-2717:48:41~2020-08-2721:23:48 ~

    Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 2 hollow; 1 black Manzhu Shahua, QAQ, Luo Changan, and Yaoxing Gemini;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of small mirror; 28 bottles of 姽寳; 20 bottles of simmering; 16 bottles of broken cheng; 10 bottles of Luohong full diameter; 7 bottles of zyq; 5 bottles of Chong and Chang Geng Tan; 3 bottles of Jiang Ting; 1 bottle of Tianzaishui, Biaofeng Xiaofei Niu, Sandalwood, Mood Auxiliary, and Sanhe;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!