Chapter 27

Feng Zhi looked down at the pillow and admonished herself a hundred times:

never grab the pillow and cover his mouth Absolutely no, no, no, no, No

Inhale It is said in the book that when you meet an event that you are so angry that you are about to burst out, breathe in three times first

After three times of smoking, Feng knew that she was calm.

It's just sleeping on the floor. It's just being driven out of bed. There's a man who occupies his own bed and doesn't allow himself to occupy others' bed.

Just think of yourself as his servant girl. All the servant girls are footed by the bed.

Feng Zhiwei began to make the bed on the edge of the bed. The quilt was half padded and half covered, and the pillow end was placed properly. The wind of spring night was blowing from the half open window. She walked through the house and felt cool and fragrant. She lifted her head and showed a shallow smile to the stars in the dark blue sky.

Can live, has been alive, every season's good season does not miss the flower fragrance, already very good, very good.

Gu Nan Yi on the bed suddenly moved.

He leaned down to meet the smiling face raised by fengzhiwei. After a layer of gauze screen, he fixed his eyes like yuan and met her gentle smile like water.

That faint smile, bloom in the impossible moment, such as the dew pear bud in the midnight, silent enchanting in the east wind.

Spring night blurred, light yarn floating, a layer of gauze dense like fog, he looked silently after the fog, she was smiling in front of the fog.

This moment of silence has no reason, but even those who have always been trapped in their own world do not want to be shocked.

It seems like a long time, but the encounter is very short.

Only for a moment, he went back to his own world, forgetting the moment of shock.

Feng Zhiwei has already turned away her eyes and doesn't understand what the zombie jade carving is doing that will never do more than one action.

She lay down comfortably, wrapped in a quilt on her narrow feet, and fell asleep.

She seems to soon enter a dream, the smile on the corner of her lips gradually dissipates, and her eyebrows gently frown, like sinking into a tangled and painful life.

The man on the bed breathed peacefully as usual and fell asleep. His veil was gently brushed. No one could guess the world in his dream and see the look behind his veil.

Maybe, no dream, no look.

Outside the window, the moonlight is still.

Feng Zhiwei soon learned what is the consequence of impulsive stupidity.

It's not only sleeping and sleeping, but also the following lessons: Mr. Gu's clothes can't be thick or coarse, they must be light and soft, the lighter and the less, the better. For example, the clothes must have no wrinkles, and they can't be uneven at all. If the clothes don't work properly, he will directly lose them Feng Zhiwei, who is responsible for taking care of his clothes, throws it out.

Yes, responsible for taking care of the clothes. Not only that, fengzhiwei is also thoroughly reduced to the contractor of all the daily chores, the whole clothes and the like. It's impossible to expect Yan Huaishi for these things. It's good that the young master can take care of himself, while the young master Gu can throw Feng Zhiwei from the house to the roof even if the clothes are a little dirty.

Feng know micro sad thought, sure enough cheap follower can not lead, which is her companion? This is clearly her uncle.

At the moment, she took her hands full of foam from the pot and looked down at the expensive and soft robes and trousers in the basin. She thought maliciously and vaguely why she had never washed Gu Nan's clothes?

At this thought, her face turned pale red, and then she heard the bell ringing. She wiped her hands and took the book to class.

She was in the school of political science and history. All the way along, everyone looked at her. She was a student who had become a popular student in the college recently. Her mysterious entourage added a lot of popularity to her. It is said that some people in the Academy bet that Gu Nan must have a pockmarked face under his veil.

Yes, pockmarked face, even worse than pockmarked character!

However, she is still very interested in the teaching of the Academy. The style of study in the academy is open-minded, and her study is complicated. It is not limited to the collection of classics and history, but sometimes there are even political theory courses. Although the discussion class on the current affairs of the former dynasty and even the current situation is relatively obscure, it is also very beneficial. Most of the lecturers do not introduce their identities, but only give a vague surname, but it is said that - it is said that, Some of them are not only scholars of the present age, but also some officials of the imperial court.

Today's lesson is political theory. Feng Zhiwei is most interested in his studies. Mr. Hu, who is white haired, has put forward a new topic.

"In the 13th year of Dacheng Shousheng, on the 40th birthday of Emperor Li, the princes presented gifts. Among them, the fourth prince in Yuanzhen frontier pass, who was favored by the emperor, because his Majesty was a horse and loved horses very much, so he made great efforts to find a top Li colt and sent it from afar with heavy military protection. This gift will surely be very popular with your majesty. But the emperor has not yet established a crown prince, and the four princes are very vocal, If you are an aide to other princes, how should you advise and deal with this matter? "

After a moment of silence, the students from all walks of life were shocked by this direct and ambiguous question. Feng Zhi slightly lowered his eyes. Emperor Dacheng did not live to be 40 years old. The fourth Prince of Li was very weak and did not guard the border. Which dynasty is the emperor's son?Today's question is strange

Do you want to answer?

She was silent in thought, not noticing the special atmosphere around her, and a figure appeared in the shade outside the house.

"Look for a better gift, and press your head!" After a moment of silence, there was a strong voice.

Half of the people agreed, but the old man stroked his beard.

"Cross linked minister, do something right now!"

The old man shook his head slightly as the crowd showed an expression of wish and approval.

"Kill the horse!"

The voice is clear and clear, murderous and full of determination to go forward. People are shocked to turn around and see a beautiful face.

She was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. Her eyes were bright and sharp, but the contour between her eyebrows was a little stiff and uncoordinated. She looked at the young man's face and vaguely felt that the general outline of the face was somewhat familiar.

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