Chapter 349： Female champion VS dandy 14 ┃ Feng Ming: Are you using me?

The next day, Zhuang Li accompanied Feng Yi to study in the palace as usual.

The attitudes of the princes and companions were completely different from yesterday. There was intimacy in their words, and they all gave small gifts, as if they had completely accepted their participation.

Before the class, Feng Ming sent someone to send an oral order, saying that from now on, whoever makes a mistake will be punished.

Several great Confucians were quite critical, and several princes frowned in dissatisfaction, but Feng Yi heaved a sigh of relief and whispered, "That's great cousin, then I'm not afraid of you being beaten to death."

Zhuang Li: "..."

7480: "It seems that your cousin has a very clear understanding of his own strength."

After the class, the rest of the time Mr. asked everyone to recite the Four Books and Five Classics.

Zhuang Li was flipping through the book boredly, but found that a shadow fell over his head. Feng Ming did not know when he came, and was standing behind him. No wonder everyone's reading sound suddenly became sonorous and agitated.

Feng Yi, who was sitting beside him, was already foaming at the mouth and his face was flushed, showing how hard he was performing.

Zhuang Li raised his head and looked at Feng Ming.

Feng Ming also lowered his head and looked at him quietly.

"Everyone is reading, you are the only one who is reading here and there, you are very leisurely." At first glance, these words seemed to be accusatory, but Feng Ming's tone was gentle.

"Uncle Huang, he just finished memorizing an article and wants to take a break." Feng Yi quickly helped his cousin out of the siege.

"Oh? Which one did you memorize?" Feng Ming tapped the tabletop with his fingertips and ordered, "Memorize it to me now."

Feng Yi: "..." Too bad, he seems to have done a disservice!

7480 was not worried at all, and urged: "Master, quickly memorize the book on the table upside down, and then memorize it in reverse!"

Zhuang Li shook his head and said honestly, "I didn't endorse it."

"You're still so righteous without an endorsement?" Feng Ming curled the corners of his lips, and his dark eyes revealed a playful light.

However, the princes who could not see his expression thought that Zhuang Li had hit the iron plate and would be punished today, so they exchanged a look of jokes.

"Then you punish me." Zhuang Li blinked his fox eyes.

Feng Ming bent down slightly, looked at him, and asked in a low voice, "How do you think I should punish you?" He was clearly saying the words of punishment, but his mood was relaxed and happy.

"You personally urge me to endorse it. If I can't memorize it today, you won't allow me to go home." Zhuang Li suggested.

Feng Ming was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and tapped on the table to urge, "Then just go with me."

"Cousin is here too." Zhuang Lishun gave Feng Yi a hand.

Feng Yi burst into tears. The cousin must be taking revenge on him!

The two followed Feng Ming and left the study room. After a while, the princes exploded the pot. Someone said: "Zhuang Li is very courageous."

Another person said: "For the sake of the same sickness, the emperor seems to be extraordinarily tolerant to him, and he is very good at using this tolerance."

Someone else said, "Feng Yi was dragged by Zhuang Li to the emperor to show his face a lot. Will it threaten our status in the future?"

The upper study fell into silence, and after a long time, someone waved his hand and said firmly: "The emperor can't hand over the country to a useless dude. Put your heart back in your stomach."

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Feng Yi sat nervously in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Zhuang Li was placed beside Feng Ming, with snacks, melons and fruits in his hand.

"Recite it, I'll approve the memorial later." Feng Ming picked up the red pen.

Zhuang Li picked up the cake.

The two are doing their own thing, but the atmosphere is very harmonious.

After Zhuang Li finished eating a piece of cake, he lay on the table and looked at Feng Ming for a moment. He had a book by his hand, but he hadn't even opened the first page.

Feng Ming seemed to be seriously approving the memorial, but his ears were slowly dyed red, he put down the pen, and his tone was a little helpless: "What do you always see me doing?"

"I see you because—"

Zhuang Li deliberately paused for a moment before writing a poem depicting a moonlit night on a note and handing it over, "The answer is in this poem, you can find it yourself."

Here again?

Feng Ming took the note and looked at it, his expression became more and more helpless.

"What are you playing?" he asked curiously.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Zhuang Li also asked a question.

Feng Ming was stunned for a while before saying, "I slept well every night."

"Lie!" Zhuang Li retorted in his heart, but smiled with satisfaction: "He slept well last night."

7480 took a closer look at Feng Ming's face and exclaimed: "It's really! His complexion looks much better than a few days ago! How did you do it, Master?"

"This is a technique of delayed hypnosis. When his whole mind is immersed in the poems depicting the night, the high concentration of attention will make his subconscious feel sleepy." Zhuang Li explained briefly, and then spoke to Feng. Ming said: "Do your own research, it's not fun to say it."

Feng Ming shook his head helplessly, then rolled the note into a small roll, wrapped it in a small silver tube, and stuffed it into his purse.

Zhuang Li glanced at it and found that there were two other silver pipes in his purse.

"Is there anything you can't say, you have to play dumb? I really can't guess." Feng Ming said in a coaxing tone, "Just tell me the answer, okay?"

"Not good." Zhuang Li shook his head firmly.

"Why not?" Feng Ming unconsciously raised the corners of his lips. This kind of meaningless conversation made him enjoy it.

Zhuang Li took his index finger and poked his cheek lightly. He smiled and said, "Because of my thin skin, I'm really embarrassed to say some things."

The soft touch of his fingertips made Feng Ming addicted.

7480: "Bah! Master, why are you so embarrassed to say that you are thin-skinned?"

Feng Yi: "..." My cousin's nonsense skills are getting stronger and stronger.

Zhuang Li still held Feng Ming's index finger, and Feng Ming never broke free. When the teenager grabbed him, he finally felt that he was needed in this world.

After regaining his senses, Feng Ming realized that Feng Yi was looking at himself with strange eyes, so he immediately raised his face and asked, "What do you think I'm doing?"

Feng Yi was taken aback and couldn't answer. He can't say that he found the uncle's eyes glued to his cousin, it's a bit strange, right?

"this and that--"

Feng Yi quickly wrote a limerick and handed it to Feng Ming, trying to get away with it: "The answer is between the lines, Uncle, go back and study it slowly."

Feng Ming took the paper, kneaded it into a ball, and smashed it on Feng Yi's head, "Recite your book carefully, don't read it."

Feng Yi hugged his head and groaned, like a puppy who was kicked. It's the same piece of paper, why is the difference so big?

When he made a noise, the ambiguous atmosphere in the hall was swept away. Zhuang Li loosened Feng Ming's index finger and turned over the book while eating cakes, while Feng Ming continued to approve the memorial.

In the evening, accompanied by Zhuang Li and Feng Yi, Feng Ming ate two more bowls of rice and felt an unprecedented satiety both physically and mentally.

Zhuang Li still hadn't memorized the article of just a few hundred words, so he waved his hand: "I'll continue to memorize it tomorrow."

Feng Ming sent him to the gate of the palace, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Okay."

The two waved goodbye, one stood at the gate of the palace and looked out, while the other stared at the car window for a long time.

As the light of the sky converges, the person who cares about each other has disappeared into the hazy night, but still remains in the depths of my mind.

Back in the bedroom, Feng Ming opened the three specially made silver tubes, and pondered the three pieces of paper over and over again, so he fell asleep again. That night, he dreamed that he had imprisoned the boy in his arms, biting his ear to coax him: "Will you tell me the answer?"

The young man stood on tiptoe and wrapped his arms around his neck, with a bright smile and a sweet voice: "It's not good. I'm going to make you unable to guess what I'm thinking. I'm going to make you worry about me every day."

In the dream, Feng Ming was very helpless, but he was immersed in an indescribable heart palpitations and satisfaction.

After waking up, he looked at the top of the bright yellow tent and murmured in disbelief, "I can even have beautiful dreams?"

This dream with unclear meaning was indeed a sweet dream for him, and every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He couldn't understand why the feeling of worrying about someone was so good?

After the court ceremony, he absently approved the memorials, and looked at the clocks that paid tribute to the Western Ocean over and over again, waiting for Zhuang Li to finish his class.

Mr. Qin walked in with a medicine box and saluted, "Your Majesty, a minister has come to give you a Ping An pulse."

"I feel very good recently." Feng Ming stretched out his hand.

Qin Lao looked at him carefully and said in surprise: "From the perspective of your complexion, you have indeed improved a lot!" With a slight pulse, he was even more happy: "Not bad, the emperor has slept very well recently, and the mania should last for a long time. Didn't it happen?"

"I haven't had an attack for a few days." Feng Ming said calmly.

Tan Lao picked up the pen and began to write the prescription for conditioning the body, and by the way, he talked about the daily routine: "We Chen took Zhuang Li as his apprentice."

"Huh?" Feng Ming raised his eyebrows: "Don't you have a rule that you can only accept an apprentice after memorizing the pharmacopoeia within three days?"

"Yeah, Zhuang Li never forgets it. He memorized the pharmacopoeia with just one glance."

Feng Ming: "..."

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhuang Li, who was brought into the Hall of Mental Cultivation by his inner servant, was faced with a solemn face.

"I saw Mr. Qin today." Feng Ming spoke slowly: "He said that you are an unforgettable genius."

Feng Yi opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhuang Li. Mother! Is the cousin hiding so deeply?

7480: "Oh! Overturned!"

Feng Mingqu raised his knuckles and tapped the table with a serious tone: "Tell me, why do you pretend that you can't endorse and stay by my side all day?" Having seen too many conspiracies and tricks, he hated the feeling of being deceived and used.

He couldn't help but think - why did the teenager deliberately please himself and get close to himself? Does he have any sincerity with himself? Is he trying to help Feng Yi win the heirloom or to seek glory and wealth?

Feng Yi immediately had a premonition that something was going wrong, and cold sweat burst out from his forehead. It is one thing to please the uncle, but it is another to deceive the uncle. Cousin shouldn't be smart.

How to do how to do? Could it be that my cousin is going to sacrifice a note again?

Feng Yi really guessed correctly, Zhuang Li took out a note from his sleeve, wrote a poem, dried it and put it on the table: "The answer is in it."

"I don't want to play this with you." Feng Ming turned his head away, his tone very indifferent.

"Then I'll go back today and wait until you've calmed down?" Zhuang Li asked with blinking eyes.

Feng Yi's knees softened and he almost knelt down to his cousin. Leaving without the permission of the uncle, did this kid eat bear heart and leopard gall when he went out in the morning? Uncle Huang will definitely beat his ass, right?

However, something even more unbelievable happened to Feng Yi. My cousin actually walked away with a schoolbag, and even dragged himself away when he passed by.

Feng Yi looked back while running for his life, for fear that Long Jinwei would rush out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and chop himself and his cousin into meat sauce.

But no, the two left the palace safely, and no one stopped them all the way.

When he got into the carriage, Feng Yi's hair was wet with cold sweat, and he asked tremblingly, "Cousin, I already said that I don't want to be the emperor, so you can't go to the uncle on purpose for me. He is that person. He has a bad temper, and he cuts people at every turn, so let's stay away from him in the future!"

After the words, he became happy again, and hoped: "Cousin, now we don't have to go to the study to study, right?"

"Well, I won't go for the time being, I'll rest at home for a few days." Zhuang Li looked at the imperial city that was getting farther and farther away, and there was no panic in his eyes, only calmness in his heart.