northernbook Chapter 56 Emotional
Chapter 56 Emotional
After the maid went down, Ye Yangfang felt...he had been pretending to be calm from the beginning to the end.
He tried to pretend nothing happened, so as to hide the panic in his heart.
He knew that he was deceiving himself and others, and he also knew what kind of predicament he was facing now—even if Feng Luan had said that he was willing to let him out of the palace at first, he also believed that if he insisted on leaving, Feng Luan would not stop him , but now...
He cannot do without.
He made countless high-sounding excuses for himself, telling himself that he stayed in the palace because he was worried about Feng Luan being poisoned, and because he was afraid that Shen Shaoheng and others would die tragically, but he also knew that if anything happened, even if he stayed in the palace, he would not be able to stop it. What.
Excuse.
Everything was just an excuse he was trying to use to deceive himself.
Now, he is like a weed on the wall, vacillating, and even if someone or something pushes him again, he will probably give up the so-called persistence in his heart and fall directly to that which he never thought of. party.
This scares him a little.
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 having a stable job, getting married and starting a family, and having a wife and children.
Later he got sick and was hospitalized, but his expectation still didn't change much. He hoped to recover from his illness, and then live the ordinary life of most people. He put himself in the perspective and position of an ordinary man from the beginning to the end. I never thought that one day I would be able to marry another man.
This contrast was too subversive to his cognition over the years, and it was hard for him to accept it for a while, but he also knew that someone with a personality like Feng Luan who treated him so well...he might never meet the first person in his life. There are two.
But Feng Luan was too active. Comparing the two sides, everything that happened made him feel that he had become the protected and passive side. He didn't think it was bad, but...
This mother-in-law is not like him at all.
Leaning on the soft couch, Ye Yang felt that he had already thought it through, but he always felt that he was still a little bit closer. He didn't sleep last night, but now he was very sleepy, and the bed was really warm—he couldn't help but go again. Shrunk down a little, just smelled the faint fragrance on the brocade quilt.
There is a habit of burning incense everywhere in the palace, and Ye Yang Palace also used it, but Ye Yang is not used to smelling it, so the palace people have already withdrawn it. Now the fragrance on the brocade quilt is obviously sealed. The cold fragrance from Luan's body.
This breath is familiar, maybe it's because it is Anshenxiang, which gradually made Ye Yang calm down, he calmed down a little, and then he felt drowsy.
The quilt on this bed is really warm, Feng Luan is no longer here anyway, he didn't bother to change back to his own bed to rest, the moment his thoughts changed, he actually fell asleep.
But after he closed his eyes, he felt something was wrong.
Now this groggy feeling gave him a strangely familiar feeling, very similar to the feeling he felt when he dreamed back to reality that day, but he no longer had the hesitation and anxiety of that day.
He finally got rid of the feeling of suffocation when he was drowsy, but he didn't wake up in a dream like last time, he was still in his palace, but the surrounding scenery was so familiar that he began to doubt whether it was a dream or not.
He wanted to call the palace servants to come in, but no one responded. He felt suspicious for a moment, but the surroundings were extremely quiet. He heard rustling noises outside, curiously pushed open the window on the side of the soft couch, and looked outside, only to realize that after the first snow yesterday, I don't know when it has snowed again in the courtyard.
Now, the courtyard is snowing heavily, and the cold air is blowing towards his face. He wraps up the brocade quilt tightly, but he still has an inexplicable thought in his heart that he should warm up a pot of wine and some peanuts to enjoy the scene.
Wan Juan just came in at this moment, lit the stove for him, and whispered to him to open the window not to catch cold from the cold wind, but Ye Yang was in a daze, just looking at the heavy snow outside the window, nodded in response, and after a while, heard Feng Luan's voice sounded behind him, with some helpless concern, he sighed: "In such cold weather, you don't have to worry about catching cold with the windows open."
Ye Yang frowned and looked back, seeing Feng Luan wearing fox fur, with snow falling on his hair, shoulders, as if he couldn't wait to find him as soon as he came back, he even forgot to brush off the snow on his body, he was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't He stretched out his hand as if under control, and gently covered Feng Luan's hand under the fox fur.
That hand was freezing cold, when he touched it, he couldn't help shivering, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Luan, as if he didn't even have the slightest hesitation, he pulled the tie on the fox fur with one hand, and bit by bit that The fur coat was torn off, while the other hand pinched Feng Luan's finger, and made way to the inner side of the bed to make room for one person, Fang Yinyin and Feng Luan smiled and said: "The emperor wants to come to the bed?"
Feng Luan said with a smile on his lips, "Don't let me freeze you."
He turned around and sent the palace servants to come forward to clean up the snow from his hair, and changed into his normal clothes. Then he waved the palace servants away and brought a hand stove over. Seeing that Ye Yang was still lying by the window watching the snow, he put the hand stove into Ye Yang In Yang's arms, Fang took off his shoes and climbed onto the soft couch, tilted his head and kissed Ye Yang on the lips, and said: "Since you have the window open, you'd better be more careful."
Ye Yang clutched the stove and was kissed on the lips, but there was no other reaction.
There was a voice in his heart questioning everything that happened now, thinking that he would never really do this, but he never resisted, and even couldn't restrain his wild thoughts. You can snuggle up with someone to keep warm.
He seemed to be unconsciously sticking to Feng Luan's body, and then his lips and tongue intertwined, the kiss was deep, and his clothes fell off. Ye Yang felt that something was wrong, but he just pushed Feng Luan, saying: "You first Close the window."
Feng Luan said with a muffled laugh: "Don't worry, no one dares to look into the house."
Ye Yang: "But now it's a national funeral... If they hear—"
Feng Luan leaned close to his ear, licked his ear with wet lips, 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 drowsy, he raised his hand to wrap around Feng Luan's shoulder, even turned over and stepped on, stared at Feng Luan's eyes, slightly raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why didn't you be gentler."
His mind was even more dizzy, as if he only knew how to entangle and seek, and he had left everything outside. When the love was deep, he took the initiative to cover his mouth, and the hand stove had rolled out of his hand, and slid onto the two of them. There seemed to be a blazing fire burning between the attached 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, cold plums and proud snow in the corridor, fine pieces of snow poured into the plum petals, but he bit his hand, swallowed each word in a low voice, but he didn't relieve his sinking heart at all. This indulging in hesitation, just repeating 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, what's the point?
……
Ye Yang woke up in a panic, and it took him a long time to realize what the dream was like.
His face was hot, but he couldn't tell he was embarrassed. He really didn't expect 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 dirty. He felt that he should get up and take a shower to clean up, but if he asked the palace servants to prepare to take a bath, the changed clothes...
He blushed and didn't dare to think about it.
The courtyard outside was extremely quiet, he huddled under the quilt and stayed for a while, when he heard the snow falling in the courtyard, he couldn't help being stunned, wrapped the quilt tightly and got up, carefully opened the window a little, and glanced out - the courtyard didn't know When did it snow heavily, this scene was not much different from what he saw in his dream.
Ye Yang froze, feeling something was wrong, the sound of Wanjuan's footsteps came from behind him, he lit the stove for him, and whispered to him: "Young master, it's snowing outside, you open the window, Don't catch a cold."
Ye Yang: "..."
Ye Yang slammed the window shut, feeling unspeakable panic in his heart.
wait?what's going on?Is this still a precognitive dream? !
He hurriedly wrapped the quilt tightly, got out of bed and put on his shoes, and wanted to move back to his own bed.
Wan Juan looked at him puzzledly from behind, and asked, "Young master, what are you..."
Ye Yang hurriedly said: "When the emperor comes back later, just say that I'm 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 the words finished, he heard Feng Luan's voice behind him.
"Don't let me in?" Although Feng Luan was a little puzzled, he still had a smile in his sentence, "Why? What kind of cleverness do you want to hide from me?"
He was wearing a fox fur, with snow falling on his hair and clothes, and he really looked like Ye Yang in his dream just now.
Ye Yang: "..."
Okay, it's really a prophetic 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 we haven't seen between you and me?"
Ye Yang: "..."
After hearing what the two of them said, Wan Juan already understood, and quietly backed away, while Ye Yang was awkwardly wrapped in the quilt on the soft couch, neither sitting nor standing, even he raised his eyes to look at Feng Luan's face, The image of the other party's restraint and forbearance in the dream just now is in his mind.He couldn't help but swallowed, moved a little closer to 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 didn't stop him.
He asked people to change clothes for him, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and ordered the people in the palace to prepare the things Yun Shijun needed for bathing, and sat by himself to read the booklet. Ye Yang was so embarrassed that he finally waited until everything was ready. Qi, he really wanted to rush to the back of the screen immediately, his heart was pounding with nervousness, but just as he took a step, Feng Luan asked him to wait for a while, and stood 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 tremblingly.
Feng Luan stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and asked with a little worry: "What's wrong with you? Your face is so red, but you have a fever?"
His hands were cold, apparently frozen outside, but Ye Yang stared at him blankly, as if seeing reality and dreams intertwined, opened his eyes wide, and didn't dare to speak, then retreated for a while, opened his lips slightly and whispered, saying :"I……"
Feng Luan seemed to understand something, and said with a low smile: "I froze you."
He asked people to get the hand stove, but Ye Yang raised his hand to cover his face, he was very embarrassed, rushed behind the screen, he felt embarrassed, and in his heart...
A big mess.