The return of Zhuang Li and Feng Yi made all the princes in the study dumbfounded.
They had never seen someone who had been thrown out of the palace but could come back. The emperor can even give up Feng Yu who has been cultivating him for ten years. Why is Feng Yi, who used to beat Feng Yu, so firm?
What's so special about him?
Feng Yi, who was hot-faced by the scrutiny of the princes, couldn't help but secretly complained. The person who is favored by the emperor is not him at all, but his cousin! He's just a shield, okay?
I don't know what to think, Feng Yi showed a horrified expression, and then said in a low voice: "Cousin, I'm really not interested in that position, please don't betray yourself for me!"
"What do you mean?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a cold smile.
Feng Yi thought about it carefully, and immediately understood why his cousin was angry. He is very dissatisfied with the word "zuojian", which shows that the relationship between him and the uncle is real and not mixed with any entanglement of interests.
"It doesn't make any sense, it doesn't make sense, I'm confused, don't pay attention to me." Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuang Li still looked at him with deep eyes, and then smiled softly: "Feng Yi, has anyone ever said that you live a very transparent life? I see that in this room full of prince Longsun, you are the only one who sits on the table. The talent and ability at that position. I'd rather help you."
"Cousin, please don't help me! My ideal is to be a playboy!" Feng Yi became anxious, and hurriedly hugged Zhuang Li's arm and begged bitterly. After just two words, his attention was diverted .
He stroked Zhuang Li's arm up and down and exclaimed, "Cousin, you've gained weight! You have flesh on your arm! Hahaha, you really are in good shape."
This silly focus is always so different.
Zhuang Li's head was full of black lines, but there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Feng Ming walked into the upper study, stood silently behind Feng Yi, and looked at him with deep eyes.
"Where are you touching?" After speaking, his tone became more serious.
Feng Yi: "!!!"
Feng Yi quickly let go of his cousin's arm and smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Huang, my cousin has grown fat. You can see that his face is round and he looks much better than before."
Today's Zhuang Li is wearing a pink robe, the corners of the robe are dotted with either pale white or rose red peach blossoms. The sun shines on his face and warms his cheeks.
When the curtain was lifted in the morning, Feng Ming's eyes couldn't move, and it was the same at this moment.
Restraining his strong heart palpitations, he reached out and touched Zhuang Li's arm, his voice hoarse: "Well, I'm really fatter than before."
No one knew how the young man took off this gorgeous robe and revealed how graceful his body was. His snow-white skin was meandering and flowing with jet-black hair. One slid down the collarbone, and a white mist was engulfed in the violent panting and the scalding body temperature...
All the colors blend together to create a more fragrant picture.
Since the farewell that day, Feng Ming's mind is almost full of these thrilling scenes.
His dreams have also changed a lot. In the past, it was a deep well spewing blood and skeletons, but recently, it has been the lingering of wormwood.
In the past, Feng Ming was afraid to fall asleep, but now Feng Ming is looking forward to falling asleep. When the boy was not around, he could only find solace in his dreams.
He held Zhuang Li's wrist and was reluctant to let it go, and said in a hoarse voice, "Does Mr. Today have any assignments for endorsement?"
"Recite the Six Analects." Zhuang Li looked at him with a smile.
"Is it finished?" Feng Ming touched Zhuang Li's delicate fingertips along his wrist.
"No." Zhuang Li shook his head.
Feng Yi looked at his cousin in surprise. Isn't this kid unforgettable? Uncle Huang also knew that, and he lost his temper because of this. Why did the topic go back again?
"Go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. If you don't finish it today, I won't let you go home." Feng Ming's voice became more and more hoarse. He really didn't want to let Zhuang Li go back.
Zhuang Li grabbed Feng Yi and said, "Cousin, go endorse it."
Feng Yi: "..." What's the situation?
Confused, Feng Yi followed his uncle and cousin back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was taken aback by the actions of the two of them.
I saw my cousin suddenly jump into Uncle Huang's arms, his two long legs wrapped around Uncle Huang's waist, and he chuckled recklessly. Uncle Huang immediately supported his cousin's buttocks and couldn't wait to kiss him. The two kissed as if they had never kissed in eight lifetimes, from the outer hall to the inner hall, kissing all the way, and then they both hid behind the screen.
Feng Yi couldn't see what the two of them were doing, but he could hear the voices of their lips intertwined.
Really warm and urgent.
Uncle Huang's breathing was heavier than that of an ox, and he seemed to be very hungry.
Feng Yi's poor literary accomplishment can only be described to this extent, and he can't even describe his own consternation in words.
He stood as stiff as a rock, and a question echoed in his mind over and over again—who am I, and what am I here for?
Zhuang Li hugged Feng Ming's head and continued to deepen the kiss. He took care of every sensitive corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. When breathing, he said hurriedly, "I miss you so much."
"Me too." Feng Ming responded in a hoarse voice.
He had never experienced such a passionate, fierce, unrelenting love, which was enough to heal the deepest pain in his heart.
"I want you." Zhuang Li inserted ten fingers into Feng Ming's hair and gently rubbed his scalp. When he said this, the tip of his tongue had penetrated into Feng Ming's ear.
Feng Ming gasped heavily, picked him up, and hurried toward the inner hall.
The so-called one-day absence is like three autumns, which is probably the feeling.
Feng Yi sat in a daze for half an hour before he saw the contented uncle leading his dazed cousin out from behind the screen, and the two also changed their clothes.
"Is the book finished?" Uncle Huang asked in a deep voice.
Feng Yi: "...I'm really here to endorse it?"
Feng Ming: "Then what do you think?"
Feng Yi slowly shed two lines of tears: "I'll take it back."
"Don't finish memorizing the beater's heart." Zhuang Li bowed.
Feng Ming immediately nodded: "Okay, I'll ask someone to send me a ruler."
Feng Yi: "..." You two really are a perfect match!
Feng Yi sat on the side and endorsed the document, while Feng Ming held Zhuang Li in his arms and slowly reviewed the memorial. The political affairs that he hated the most in the past were now very enjoyable.
Zhuang Li quickly read all the memorials and arranged them according to their priorities. The urgent memorials were placed at the top, and the nonsense ones were placed at the bottom.
With his assistance, Feng Ming became more and more handy.
Feng Yi recited two sentences and then raised his head to look at his cousin, his eyes full of worry. Wouldn't it be bad for my cousin to get involved in government affairs after the two had just met? If the uncle doesn't like his cousin in the future, these are all ready-made charges, right?
While thinking about it, Feng Ming said in a low voice, "What do you want to do in the future? Be an official? Be an official?"
Feng Yi's hand holding the book tightened slightly, lest his cousin be quick to say that he wanted to be an official. At this time, we can't be too hasty, because no one can be sure of the emperor's favor. Furthermore, what if this question is just a trial by the uncle? Which one is more suspicious of being the emperor?
Feng Yi looked at his cousin and secretly broke into a cold sweat.
Zhuang Li looked at the vast sky outside the window and spoke slowly: "I want to help you deal with this big stall, and then we set up a carriage and go to Tianshan to see the snow, go to the desert to see the sand, and go to the beach to see the sea. We woke up in a quilt, and I was too lazy to move, so you helped me get dressed and carried me to the attic to watch the sunrise, the red light on our faces was warm.
"At night, we will eat soup pots around the stove. I will give you the fattest slices of meat, and you will give me the tenderest bamboo shoots. After dinner, we will walk in the yard hand in hand, and then go to bed together. We have to hug each other every night. You are in me, and I am in you. After sweating profusely, we soaked in the tub together and watched the moon in the sky through the window lattice. The moonlight sprinkled on us, and it was cool.
"Every morning when you wake up, you want to kiss me and say good morning; every night when you go to sleep, you also want to kiss me and say good night. We can't be apart for a day. This is how I envision the future. What do you think?"
Zhuang Li turned to look at Feng Ming.
Feng Ming's eyes were already moist.
How is life like this? Just thinking about it for a moment, his heart was beating with joy, eagerly yearning. This cold and gray imperial city seems to have temperature and color in an instant, as well as light and hope.
"I want to kiss you." Feng Ming couldn't suppress the love in his heart.
"What a coincidence, so do I." Zhuang Li squinted and smiled.
The two looked at each other silently for a while, then kissed deeply. They already have the most specific plans for each other's future. All they want is life itself, and love is the only additive.
As a result, the last trace of unease that Feng Ming had hidden in his heart disappeared completely.
Feng Yi silently looked at the dome of the main hall and sighed in his heart: Cousin, I would like to call you Dayan's number one lover! You are so **** good at talking!
However, he did not know how profoundly this conversation would affect his fate.
After finally reciting the six Analects of Confucius, Feng Yi asked expectantly, "Uncle Huang, can my nephew go to school?"
"Starting from tomorrow, you should go to the Sixth Division. It's useless to study hard, you should grow up in practice." Feng Ming decided.
"Huh?" Feng Yi was dumbfounded.
"Your brothers will also be on duty in the Six Divisions. Whoever performs the best will give this position to him." Feng Ming patted the dragon chair under his seat.
The cold sweat on Feng Yi's forehead dripped down. He suddenly realized that he had been forced to be involved in the struggle for succession, and it was too late even if he wanted to withdraw. For the sake of this dragon chair, other brothers will definitely try their best to kill themselves. Concession can only be a dead end, and there will be a way to survive if there is no progress.
Uncle Huang is preparing to raise Gu!
Uncle Huang is in his prime, why is he so eager to choose an heir? Yes! It's all to blame for what my cousin just said! Uncle Huang is now full of romance, and he doesn't want to be an emperor at all!
Cousin, you hurt me again!
Feng Yi had tears in his eyes, but he could only nod his head obediently.
Feng Ming was in a good mood and encouraged: "I hope you can grow up faster."
Hearing Uncle Huang's impatient wait, Feng Yi made a promise with great difficulty: "...Nephew must work hard."