Boss give me tutoring

"Come out with me to play."

"I'm sorry...I have to finish this memorial."

"Cheng Qi said that he has made a new friend and wants to introduce him to us. Shall we go and have a look?"

"Sorry, I'm going to see the Minister of Rites now..."

"Shall we go out of the palace?"

"I……"

Before Feng Yi could speak the truth, Kang Zhuang turned his head and left.

"Are you... angry?" Feng Yizhen scratched his head in distress.

He wanted to chase him out, but just as he wanted to get up, he knocked down a pile of memorials.

Looking at the piles of memorials, Feng Yi could not help but sigh.

Zhenlong took a book and looked at it by candlelight, with a distasteful look that had nothing to do with him, "When you two are together, you deal with political affairs every day, of course you are angry."

Feng Yizhen blushed when he heard what he said, "You you you...how are you..."

Zhenlong turned a page of the book and said, "I know everything about the palace."

Feng Yizhen said, "Don't you find it... strange?"

"Why is it strange?" Zhenlong looked at him, "Although I am called a patron saint, I am actually a monster. We monsters can't have children, and we have no concept of gender. We can be male or female at our own will. If so, then it has nothing to do with us. Together, what is the difference between male and female?"

Zhenlong said it frankly, as if it was really no big deal.

Kang Zhuang went out the door. He thought Feng Yi would chase him out anyway, but Kang Zhuang deliberately slowed down and stared at the door for a while.

Kang Zhuang became even more angry, and secretly decided to ignore Feng Yizhen's next apology.

But, having said that, when Feng Yizhen went to court the next day, Kang Zhuang still sneaked in.

When Feng Yizhen went to court, Kang Zhuang would lean against the door and listen. Anyway, he was invisible and no one could see him.

Feng Yizhen sat on the dragon chair, and the officials stepped forward one by one. Feng Yizhen lost his mind for some reason, and his eyes fell on the door.

Kang Zhuang didn't come today.

Is it really angry...it's all my fault.

Feng Yi really couldn't help blaming himself, lowered his head and became sad.

The Minister of the Ministry of War who reported below thought that the emperor was angry, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "...I...we are currently transporting food and grass...uh..."

"Kang Zhuang."

Feng Yizhen muttered suddenly.

Kang Zhuang on the beam was stunned, unable to tell whether Feng Yi was really calling him.

The minister of the Ministry of War thought that the emperor meant to ensure the smooth transportation of grain and grass, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it must be healthy, it must be healthy!"

Kang Zhuang swayed his legs on the beam, jumped down with curled lips, and landed lightly and neatly on the door.

Feng Yizhen's eyes became surprised, "Come here."

His eyes looked straight at Kang Zhuang, and this time Kang Zhuang realized that Feng Yi was really talking to himself.

It was a good idea to ignore Feng Yizhen all day today, but he couldn't hold back in the end. As soon as he saw Feng Yizhen's eyes, he felt that he was not angry at all.

He couldn't help but bypassed the officials and walked to the dragon chair.

Feng Yizhen raised his hand and pulled Kang Zhuang to sit on the dragon chair.

Because of too much force, Kang Zhuang even uncontrollably put one leg on Feng Yizhen's leg.

Although he knew that no one could see him, Kang Zhuang couldn't help but froze.

"You... Feng Yizhen! What are you doing?"

In the eyes of all officials, it was Feng Yizhen who suddenly called the Minister of War to "come here" and then flicked his sleeves.

The poor Minister of the Ministry of War thought that the emperor was angry, and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, he quickly knelt down on the ground, "The emperor...the emperor...the minister knows that he is not doing well, so I ask the emperor to punish him!"

Under the desk, Feng Yizhen held Kang Zhuang's hand, and his fingertips passed through the gap between his fingers, clasping it tightly.

Feng Yizhen held Kang Zhuang in his hands, but looked forward, and said with a smile, "Aiqing doesn't have to be like this, you've done a very good job, get up."

He continued to look up without changing his face, but his hand was always tightly clasped with Kang Zhuang's hand and never let go.

Kang Zhuang was also a little surprised at first, and then felt that it was very interesting to sit up with Feng Yizhen in this way. He simply adjusted his posture, put his legs on Feng Yizhen's lap, and passed his hand to Feng Yizhen's shoulder. He hung on Feng Yizhen like a shawl.He rested his chin on Feng Yizhen's shoulder, blowing the broken hair of Feng Yizhen's temples from time to time.

Fortunately, the officials below are far away, otherwise they could appreciate their emperor's hair without wind.

Until he shouted "Back to court", Feng Yizhen dragged Kang Zhuang out of Lingxiao Palace in the gesture of interlocking his fingers.

Only now did Kang Zhuang have the opportunity to ask, "Feng Yizhen, what are you doing?"

Feng Yizhen said, "I'm holding you."

Kang Zhuang said, "I said you, what were you doing just now, you suddenly pulled me into the dragon chair and scared me."

Feng Yizhen smiled and said, "What's wrong with the dragon chair? Isn't it just a chair."

He stopped, looked back at Kang Zhuang, "You gave me this chair, so I just thought, I want to sit with you too. These days are too busy, I don't have time to spend more time with you, I I'm sorry, since I'm the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, I can't ignore these things, so I'm sorry, I can only trouble you to accompany me."

He said, "Kangzhuang, I selfishly want you to spend more time with me, whether it's going to court, reviewing memorials, reading books...can you stay with me all the time?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Feng Yizhen, you are going too far. It's fine if you ignore me, but force me to accompany you."

"Hmm." Feng Yizhen smiled, with a seductive ending, "Then would you like it?"

"I am willing, Feng Yizhen." Kang Zhuang said, "I am willing for every lifetime."

-

Kang Zhuang was tired of being with Feng Yizhen all day long, and it seemed that there were more people in the room. Feng Yizhen had extra humanoid pendants when he was working, but the single demon Zhenlong expressed his displeasure.

One day, Feng Yizhen was sitting at the desk with his back straight and reading a book. Because the chair was very wide, Kang Zhuang sat cross-legged behind him, lying on Feng Yizhen's back.

The unbearable Zhenlong put down the book in his hand and said, "Is it useful for you to come here?"

Kang Zhuang played with Feng Yizhen's hair, "What do you mean?"

"I said you, what's the use of you other than making trouble?"

"Where did I mess up?"

"Look at what your hands are doing?"

Kang Zhuang looked at his fingers, Feng Yizhen's hair was wrapped around them.

Feng Yizhen raised his head and looked at the two of them dumbfounded, "Okay..."

Kang Zhuang curled his lips and said, "Look, your so-called 'troublemaking' didn't affect Yizhen at all, but you, under the banner of calling me a troublemaker, affected Yizhen's reading. So Zhenlong, after all Am I making trouble, or are you making trouble?"

"You!" the real dragon said angrily, "It's all nonsense!"

"Why are you talking nonsense? It would be great if everyone was quiet." Kang Zhuang lay on Feng Yizhen's shoulder, and smiled lazily, "Look, everyone is unhappy now that you are tossing, and Yizhen can't see The book is over, alas...with ulterior motives."

Zhenlong was almost carried by Kang Zhuang in a fit of anger, and walked out the door with a flick of his sleeves.

Feng Yizhen patted Kang Zhuang's head with his backhand, "You, don't make trouble with him."

"I'm not making a fuss." Kang Zhuang moved forward, looked at Feng Yizhen who was looking sideways at him, half coquettish and half threatening, "Am I making a fuss? Huh? Feng Yizhen?"

Feng Yizhen let out a "puchi" laugh, and coaxed, "Okay, okay, you are the most obedient, how can you make a fuss."

"now it's right."

Kang Zhuang sat back contentedly, Feng Yizhen shook his head with a light smile, and picked up the book.

Not long after Zhenlong left the yard over there, he passed by a hurried eunuch.

He watched the eunuch hurriedly wiped his sweat and ran to the palace, paused, and walked back.

The eunuch knelt in the middle of the hall, and said sharply, "Your Majesty! The Ninth Prince wants to see you if you want!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Qiyan rushed into the hall in a hurry.

"Brother Emperor!"

He stopped in front of the eunuch, and said in pain, "I just received the news that there was a severe drought in the southwest, and the local officials did not report it. Now there are countless casualties!"

"what!"

Feng Yizhen couldn't help standing up.

At that time, no one in the southern country thought that the severe drought in the southwest was just the beginning of everything.

"Report! There was a sudden flood in Linchuan, and tens of thousands of people died!"

"Report! There are rebels claiming to be Pingtian Sect, and they are gathering refugees to attack Huaihai County!"

"Report! Changzi Pass has been breached!"

"Report! The southwest drought has killed 30 people so far!"

……

Feng Yi was really in a state of desperation and couldn't sleep every night, but the disaster situation didn't decrease in the slightest, and the rebel army even became more and more prosperous.

money?The national treasury is in dire straits.

forage?The soldiers all went to the battlefield hungry.

On Feng Yizhen's desk every day, there are many people killed or injured, asking for help.

Feng Qiyan is very good at taking care of these things, but what's the use of this, he has no skills at all, often things have not been resolved here, and something happened there.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Feng Yi's eyes turned red, but it didn't help.

Until, that morning.

National teacher Feng Shande brought his servant Bu Yun and knelt down in front of Feng Yizhen.

Seeing Feng Shande at first glance, Feng Yizhen was still in a daze.

Because except for the day when Feng Shande prayed for him at Jiantian Temple, he never saw him again.

The national teacher of the Southern Kingdom is responsible for divination of the country's good and bad luck. Every emperor will choose one of his heirs to be the national teacher.The National Teacher Association will train a new prince to be the successor. Before the death of the previous national teacher, the new national teacher is not allowed to contact with others and concentrate on cultivation.

At this moment, Feng Shande's complexion was pale, his previously slightly white hair was now completely white, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he trembled slightly when he walked, as if he needed Bu Yun's support to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Feng Yizhen hurried forward to support him, and said, "National teacher, in terms of seniority, you are still my uncle, so you don't have to."

"There is a difference between superiority and inferiority, of course you have to kneel." Feng Shande grabbed Feng Yizhen's arm, "It's just that at this moment, the old minister has something to report! Please also listen to the old minister's words!"

Feng Yizhen was stunned, "What's the matter with the national teacher?"

Feng Shande said, "Your Majesty, do you recognize a monster named Kang Zhuang?"

Feng Yi really panicked for no reason, he subconsciously avoided the topic, and asked instead, "Master, why do you ask that?"

"Since the founding of the Southern Kingdom, it has never been so difficult. As a national teacher, I should be responsible for divination. It's just that the divination has never had an answer before. It seems that the heaven suddenly got angry and condemned it."

"So today, using the 20-year lifespan as a medium, I finally got a result from divination."

"Today's disaster in my southern country is all caused by a monster, his name is Kang Zhuang."

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