Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

Facing such difficulties, Feng Yi could only swallow his anger.

He has never participated in political affairs, and he only has a group of friends around him, and there is no one available.And the princes have been operating in the court for many years, and have already cultivated their own influence and fans.It was so easy for them to crush him.

Feng Yi didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to be the emperor, so he saluted the princes respectfully with a smiling face, and then sat down obediently.

As for what his cousin said earlier that he would help him seize the heir, he looked at the actual situation and his heart was already cold.

Forget it, let's continue dawdling.Didn't father survive in the hands of the emperor's uncle just because he was fooling around?

After figuring it out, Feng Yi took out a handkerchief and wiped the table, with a cheerful face, and wiped it for his cousin as well, not putting on airs of the prince of the palace at all.

Everyone was still looking at them with interest on their faces.

"They want to do something!" 7480 said firmly.

Zhuang Li stretched out his hand and gently pushed his chair, but saw that it fell crookedly, and it was about to fall apart.

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his hand: "Sir, this chair is broken."

Yu Yuxian held a volume of books and said without lifting the head: "If it's broken, find another one for yourself."

But every stool in the house has an owner, so where can I find it?Feng Yi looked around, his face full of perplexity, so he had to open the door and let the servants find him.

The servant nodded and bowed in response, and then hurried away, but he didn't know when he would come back.

Yu Yuxian raised his voice and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze? Continue to study."

So all the princes turned their heads, picked up the books and read carefully.

Everyone was sitting, but Zhuang Li stood aside alone. What is the difference between this and standing in disguise?If he is short-sighted, has a thin skin, and has a particularly strong self-esteem, he may be sweating from embarrassment right now.

On the first day of coming to the study, who wouldn't want to behave better?

Feng Yu knows how to grasp the propriety, her methods are not excessive, but they are enough to be intimidating.

Feng Yi moved her butt to make room for half of the stool, then quietly tugged on her cousin's sleeve, signaling him to squeeze with her first.

However, the appearance of two big men huddled together will only be more ridiculous.

Several princes looked back at them with mocking smiles on their faces.

Feng Yi was stimulated by this expression, and stood up suddenly.Isn't it just that there is no stool to sit in class, as long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi sat down on the table, patted the seat beside her, and said quietly: "Cousin, come quickly. It's spacious and comfortable to sit like this. Our buttocks should be worthy of such a grandeur." big table."

Zhuang Li rubbed his cousin's chubby head, then took out an inkstone from the bookcase he carried with him, and beat the stool that was about to fall apart.

The loud noise made everyone stop reading.

Yu Yuxian frowned, and was about to reprimand him, but Zhuang Li said leisurely, "Cousin, do you know why this stool broke? It's because its shelf is unstable and shakes violently. In fact, the easiest solution is an unstable shelf. You Give it a few hard hits and it'll be fine."

Zhuang Li tapped all the mortise and tenon of the stool firmly with an inkstone, and said pointedly: "Look, cousin, if you beat it well, won't it be honest?"

At first glance, these words sounded like they were talking about stools, but in fact, every word and every word was referring to Feng Yu.

Why did the emperor suddenly bring Feng Yi into the palace to study?Isn't it because too many people were eager to stand in line, which caused the emperor's dissatisfaction?

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the emperor, Feng Yi is the stool that is about to fall apart, and Feng Yi and Zhuang Li are the inkstone. It is uncertain who is better than the other!

Realizing this, the princes all put away their sneering expressions and showed panicked expressions.

Feng Yu finally couldn't maintain a gentle smile anymore, she already gritted her teeth and frowned fiercely.

Feng Yi stared at her cousin dumbfounded, feeling a little worried, but also feeling happy.

This time, Yu Yuxian no longer pretended to be deaf and dumb, pointed at Zhuang Li and reprimanded: "If you want to knock out, who will allow you to make noise in the upper study room? Do you still understand the rules?"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, an unusually tall figure had already stepped over the threshold, with a gentle tone: "Is it repaired? How about I come and help you?"

"The backrest is still a little loose, come on." Zhuang Li handed over the inkstone, but he didn't see anything.

Everyone in the room knelt down and kowtowed in fear, shouting long live.

Feng Ming turned a deaf ear to these people, picked up the inkstone and beat on the stool.Zhuang Li squatted beside him, staring at him intently with his cheeks propped up, with a contented and joyful smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He really didn't come to study, he just came to see his man.

Feng Ming seemed to be repairing the furniture seriously, but his ears were actually stained a thin layer of red.The young man's extremely focused eyes made his heart itch.He has lived for 28 years, and he has only felt pain, anger, despair, and helplessness, but he has never felt this way.

He didn't know how to describe it, he just felt that his heart was crisp and numb, like the ice on the surface turned into water, nourishing a flower.

He couldn't help but hooked the corners of his lips, and from the corner of his eyes, he quickly noticed that the boy also grinned happily.

When he is happy, the teenager also feels happy.

Realizing this, Feng Ming's heart that had turned into a puddle of water unexpectedly bloomed more beautiful flowers one after another.He didn't realize that his deep eyes were filled with indescribable tenderness.

The two beat each other like no one else, as if they took Yu Yuxian's previous lecture as fart.She reprimanded Zhuang Li for making noise in the upper study, and the emperor helped him make more noise with his back foot. Whose face is this hitting?

Yu Yuxian didn't show it on the face, but he began to panic in his heart.Her situation is quite special, so she is naturally more cautious than anyone else.But she didn't expect that it was just a reproach, which actually made the emperor himself come off and embarrass her.

She is still acting on her emotions, so she must pay attention next time!

All the princes and companions knelt on the ground, but none of them dared to stand up without authorization.

Feng Ming patted the already firm chair, and said warmly: "Okay, you can sit now."

Zhuang Li gave a thumbs up after sitting down, his eyes were bent into two crescents, and his smile was very cute.

A trace of sweetness welled up in Feng Ming's heart, but he didn't understand why this feeling came from.He rubbed Zhuang Li's head, and continued to ask: "You haven't recovered well yet, why are you in such a hurry to come to the study?"

These words made Feng Yi terrified.Does the emperor think that his cousin is too eager for quick success?Cousin, you have to answer well, don't violate the ban!

The eyes of the other princes flickered slightly, and they sneered secretly.Why do you need to ask such an obvious question?Of course it's because you're in a hurry to get ahead?The emperor is dissatisfied with Feng Yu's forming a clique for personal gain, so why would he like Zhuang Li, who is unprepared and eager for quick success?

Everyone is waiting to see Zhuang Li make a fool of himself.

However, Zhuang Li suddenly prostrated himself on the table, buried his face in his arms, and remained silent.

What does it mean?Playing tricks if you can't make up a good reason?No wonder the emperor would eat this!

The cold sweat on Feng Yi's forehead has merged into a small stream, dripping down.All the princes also showed sarcasm.

But Feng Ming really does like this.He immediately put the previous question behind him, gently held up Zhuang Li's face, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Did you feel dizzy again? Did you take any medicine today?"

However, his voice became stagnant as he spoke, because the young man's face did not show the slightest pain, but was stained with a thin layer of blush. Unidentified emotion.

This emotion is thready and sticky, and Feng Ming sinks into it with just a light touch.

In a trance, he felt that the young man seemed to have a thousand words to confide in himself.

Feng Ming's heart beat violently, and his voice became extremely hoarse: "Why are you rushing to the study?"

The princes knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look up, so they didn't see Zhuang Li's shy expression.They raised the corners of their lips and sneered, the Emperor Xindao really didn't follow Zhuang Li's tricks, so he still had to ask clearly.

Feng Yi wiped his cold sweat while thinking about how to help his cousin out.

But before he could come up with a solution, Zhuang Li had already cut a piece of rice paper into a finger-wide strip, wrote a poem vertically, and handed it to Feng Ming.

This is a poem that recites the night scene. Although the writing is beautiful, it is not very novel.

Feng Ming looked at the note over and over again, and asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

Zhuang Li raised his index finger to seal his lips, and whispered, "I can't say it now."

Feng Ming asked persistently: "Why can't you say it?"

Zhuang Li grabbed Feng Ming's finger and let him lightly poke his red cheeks, his eyes became more moist: "Because of this."

The touch of the fingertips is soft and tender, and it is surprisingly hot. It seems to have suction to the touch, which makes people reluctant to give up.Feng Ming's heart also burned, his face remained motionless, but his ears were quietly stained red.

Is the boy shy?What kind of answer made him too shy to say it?

Feng Ming used all his self-control to not press the question in public.He hid his numb fingertips in his sleeves and twisted them before folding the note and carefully hiding it in his purse.

He had to study hard at night.

Feng Yi, who looked at the two furtively: "..." What's going on?

Princes: "..." Has Zhuang Li passed the test?What charade is he playing?

It wasn't until this moment that Feng Ming waved his hands and said in a deep voice, "Get up, everyone."

The prince and companions who had been kneeling for a long time got up one after another, with submissive expressions on their faces, but very uneasy in their hearts.

"You guys," Feng Ming pointed to Zhuang Li and Feng Yi, then pointed to Feng Yu's original position, and ordered: "Sit over there."

Looking at the position where the stars are holding the moon, Feng Yi's scalp is numb.The emperor was indeed using him to beat Feng Yu!

Zhuang Li packed up his things, dragged Feng Yi over, and sat down quietly.

Feng Yu's complexion turned blue and white very wonderfully.

Feng Ming has never been a person who beat around the bush, so Dang even beat him hard: "If I can bring you into the palace, I can naturally drive you out. You are not my own sons, so I won't be reluctant. If you want to take my place if you don't get it right, I will chop off your hands!"

His sharp blade-like eyes fixed on Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was so frightened that her knees went weak and her body trembled.

The two princes standing beside him quietly backed away a few steps, afraid of being too intimate with him.

The emperor even dared to kill the former emperor, but it was just a few clan children, would he care?It is also to blame that they enjoyed too many privileges and gradually forgot their duties.

As soon as he uttered the bloody remarks about chopping his hands, Feng Ming regretted it.He hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhuang Li, fearing that his cruelty would frighten the young man.

But at this moment, Zhuang Li was lying on the back of the chair, tilting his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

Feng Ming's flustered heart calmed down in an instant, and the corners of his straight lips almost rose.

He turned his head and held back for a while, then turned back, took a deep look at Zhuang Li, waved his hands and said, "Okay, you guys can continue with the class." After saying that, he raised his legs and walked away, passing by the chair that had just been repaired, he waved He flicked his sleeves.

The chair shattered and broke into pieces of wood, making it impossible to sit on.

It wasn't until this moment that Feng Yu knelt down with a plop, and cold sweat was pouring out.

He clearly realized that the emperor's dissatisfaction and guard against him had reached the peak, and it was still unknown whether he could continue to stay in the palace as an adopted son, let alone establish a crown prince.