The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine From the Northeast

    Wait for the palace maid to go down, Ye Yang Fangjue... From the beginning to the end, he has been pretending to be calm.

    He tried to hide his panic by pretending that nothing happened.

    He knew he was deceiving himself, and he 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 should not be able to stop it, but now...

    He can't do without.

    He made countless high-sounding excuses for himself, telling himself to stay 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 happened, even if he stayed In the palace, he couldn't stop anything.

    Excuse.

    Everything was just an excuse he tried to use to deceive himself.

      To the side that you never thought about.

    It made him a little scared.

    In the past 20 years of his life, his expectation for a happy life in the future is 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, and his expectations still did not change much. He hoped to recover from the disease and then live the ordinary life of most people. He put himself in an ordinary life from beginning to end. From the perspective and position of men, I never thought that one day I would be able to marry another man.

      I may never meet a second one in my life.

    But Feng Luan was too proactive. In comparison, everything that happened made him feel that he had become a protected and passive party. OK, just...

    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 about it, but he always felt that he was still a little bit short. Very—he couldn't help but shrank down a bit, and just now he could smell the faint fragrance on 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in the palace, and Yeyang Palace originally wanted it, but Ye Yang was not used to it, so the palace staff had already withdrawn it. The fragrance on the quilt was obviously the cold fragrance brought by Feng Luan.

    This breath is familiar, perhaps because it is a soothing fragrance, which gradually calms Ye Yang's mind, he calms down a little, and then he feels sleepy.

    But when he closed his eyes, he felt something was wrong.

    This drowsy feeling now makes him feel strangely familiar, very much like the feeling when he dreamed back to reality that day, but the anxiety of that day was gone .

    He finally got rid of the suffocation when he was drowsy, but he did not wake up from a dream like last time, he was still in his palace, but the surrounding scenery was so familiar that he began to doubt this Is it a dream after all.

    He wanted to call the palace servants in, but no one responded. He was suspicious 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. Look, after Fang Jue's first snow yesterday, it snowed again at some unknown time in the courtyard.

    Now the courtyard is snowing heavily, and the cold air is blowing on 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. enjoy.

    Wanjuan just came in at this moment, lit the stove for him, and whispered to him to keep the window open so as not to catch a cold from the cold wind, while Ye Yang was drowsy, just looking at the heavy snow outside the window, nodded in response After a while, he heard Feng Luan's voice behind him again, 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 Feng Luan 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, he even forgot to brush the snow off his body , He was stunned for a moment, as if he was out of control, he stretched out his hand and gently covered the hand under Feng Luan's fox fur.

    The hand was so cold that when he touched it, he couldn't help shivering, and then he raised his eyes to look at Feng Luan. He pulled the fur coat off little by little, while holding Feng Luan's fingers in the other hand, he made a move to the inside of the bed to make room for one person, Fang Yinyin laughed with Feng Luan and said, "Your Majesty Can you come to the bed?"

    Feng Luan smiled and said, "Don't let me freeze you."

    He turned around and came forward, cleaned up the snow from his hair, changed into his normal clothes, and just waved off the palace servants and came over with a hand stove, seeing Ye Yang still lying by the window watching the snow , he first put the hand stove in Ye Yang's arms, Fang took off his shoes and climbed onto the soft couch, and kissed Ye Yang's lips sideways, saying, "You have to keep the window open, so be careful."

    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 hold back his wild thoughts, feeling that this cold winter and heavy snow, In addition to warm wine, you can also 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 that something was wrong, but he just pushed Feng Luan said, "You close the window first."

    Feng Luan said with a muffled laugh, "Don't worry, no one dares to look inside."

    Ye Yang: "But now it's a national mourning... If they hear—"

    Feng Luan leaned close to his ear, licked the tip of his ear with wet lips and a hoarse voice: "If you are afraid, just keep your voice down."

    Something is wrong.

    This development is not right.

      "

      It rolled down and slid between the waists and legs of the two of them, as if blazing with fire, which was unbearably hot.

    Finally he raised his head in confusion and looked out the window.

     The unresolved heart sinks, and he indulges in this, only repeating in his mind over and over again—

    This is a dream, this is just a dream.

    Dream 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, he was sweating , his clothes were soiled, and he felt that he should get up to take a bath and clean up, but if he asked the palace servants to prepare for a bath, the clothes he changed...

    He blushed and dared not think about it.

     , glanced outside—he didn't know when it snowed in the courtyard, and this scene was not much different from what he saw in his dream.

    Ye Yang froze all over, and felt that something was wrong. He heard the footsteps of Wanjuan behind him. He lit the stove for him, and whispered to him: "Little son, go down outside. It's snowing, you open the window, don't catch a cold."

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Ye Yang slammed the window shut, feeling 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.

    Wan Juan looked at him puzzled from behind and asked, "Little Master, you are..."

      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 a fox fur, and snow fell on his hair room clothes, and he really looked like Ye Yang's dream just now.

    Ye Yang: "…"

    Okay, it's really a precognition dream.

    Ye Yang reluctantly turned around, 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: "…"

    Wanjuan heard what the two of them said, already understood, and quietly retreated, while Ye Yang was embarrassedly wrapped in the quilt on the soft couch, neither sitting nor standing, even when he lifted Looking at Feng Luan's face, his mind was filled with the restraint and forbearance of the other party in his dream. 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, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and instructed the people in the palace to prepare the things needed for Yun Shijun to bathe, he sat on the side and looked at the book, Ye Yang He was embarrassed and waited until everything was ready. He could not wait to rush behind the screen immediately. His heart was so nervous that he took a step, but Feng Luan had already asked him to wait for a while before getting up. Come to him.

    Ye Yang was too embarrassed to move, and looked up at Feng Luan tremblingly.

    His hands were cold, apparently frozen outside, and Ye Yang stared at him blankly, as if he saw real dreams intertwined, his eyes widened, he didn't dare to say anything, and he went back for a while. She shrank, opened her lips slightly and whispered, "I..."

    Feng Luan seemed to understand something, and said with a low smile, "I'm freezing you."

    A big mess.