Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

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

The attitudes of the princes and companions are completely different from yesterday, with intimacy in their words, and they all gave small gifts, as if they have fully accepted their joining.

Before the class started, Feng Ming sent someone to send a verbal order, saying that from now on, whoever makes a mistake will be punished, and the prince will be accompanied by the same, and there will be no specialization.

Several great Confucians complained, and several princes frowned in dissatisfaction, but Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "That's great, cousin, then I won't be 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 teacher asked everyone to recite the Four Books and Five Classics in the rest of the time.

Zhuang Li was flipping through the book boredly, but found a shadow over his head, Feng Ming unexpectedly came and stood behind him at some time, no wonder everyone's reading sound suddenly became sonorous and powerful, excited and high-spirited.

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

Zhuang Li raised his head and looked at Feng Ming.

Feng Ming also lowered his head, looking at him quietly.

"Everyone is reading, but you are the only one who flips through here and reads there. It's very leisurely." At first, these words seem to be accusations, but Feng Ming's tone is gentle.

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

"Oh? Which one did you recite?" Feng Ming lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, and ordered, "Recite it to me now."

Feng Yi: "..." What a pity, he seems to be doing a disservice!

7480 was not worried at all, and urged: "Master, quickly recite the book on the table face to face, and then recite it backwards!"

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

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

However, the princes who couldn't see his expression thought that Zhuang Li had bumped into the iron plate and would definitely be punished today, so they exchanged a joke look with each other.

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

Feng Ming slightly bent down, looked at him, and asked in a low voice: "How do you think I will punish you?" He was in a relaxed and happy mood when he said the words of punishment.

"You personally urge me to recite the book. If I can't recite it today, you won't let me go home." Zhuang Li suggested.

Feng Ming was slightly taken aback, then raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, knocked on the table and urged, "Then let me go."

"Cousin is coming too." Zhuang Li smoothly gave Feng Yi a hand.

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

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

Another said: "For the sake of sympathy, the emperor seems to be very tolerant towards him, and he is very good at taking advantage of this tolerance."

Someone else said: "Feng Yi was dragged by Zhuang Li to show her face before the emperor, will she threaten our status in the future?"

There was a silence in the study room, and it took a long time before someone waved his hand and said firmly: "It is impossible for the emperor to hand over the country to a worthless dude. Just put your hearts in your stomach."

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Feng Yi sat in the Hall of Mental Cultivation anxiously.

Zhuang Li was placed by Feng Ming's side, and there were snacks, melons and fruits, etc. by his hand.

"Recite it, I'll review the memorial later." Feng Ming picked up the ink brush.

Zhuang Li picked up the pastry.

The two did their own things, but the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After Zhuang Li finished eating a piece of pastry, he lay down on the table and looked at Feng Ming for a moment. There was a book in his hand, but he didn't even open the first page.

Feng Ming seemed to be seriously replying to the memorial, but his ears were slowly turning red, he put down his pen, and said in a helpless tone, "Why do you always look at me?"

"I see you because—"

Zhuang Li deliberately paused for a moment before writing a poem describing 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, with a more helpless expression.

"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 sleep 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, "That's really true! His complexion looks much better than the previous few days! Master, how did you do it?"

"This is a method of delayed hypnosis. When his whole mind is immersed in the poems describing the night, the high concentration of attention will make his subconscious mind drowsy." Zhuang Li explained briefly, and then turned to Feng Ming said: "You study it yourself, it's not fun to talk about it."

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

Zhuang Li took a glance and found that there were two other silver tubes in the purse.

"Is there something that I can't say directly, and I have to play charades? I really can't figure it out." Feng Ming said in a coaxing tone: "Just tell me the answer, okay?"

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

"Why not?" Feng Ming unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.He enjoyed this meaningless conversation.

Zhuang Li held his index finger and poked his cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "Because I'm thin-skinned, I'm really embarrassed to say some things."

Feng Ming was fascinated by the soft touch of his fingertips.

7480: "Bah! Master, why do you have the nerve 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 did not break free.When the boy grabbed him, he finally felt that he was needed in this world.

After regaining consciousness, Feng Ming realized that Feng Yi was looking at him with weird eyes, so he immediately raised his face and asked: "What do you think I am doing?"

Feng Yi was startled, Zhizhiwuwu couldn't answer.He couldn't say that he found it strange that the emperor's uncle looked at his cousin with sticky eyes, right?

"this and that--"

Feng Yifei quickly wrote a doggerel and handed it to Feng Ming, trying to get away with it: "The answer is in the lines, please go back and study slowly, Uncle Huang."

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

Feng Yi hugged his head and whimpered, like a kicked puppy.The same note, why is the gap so big?

When he made a fuss, the ambiguous atmosphere in the hall was swept away.Zhuang Li let go of Feng Ming's index finger, and flipped through 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 fuller physically and mentally than ever before.

Zhuang Li still couldn't recite the short article of a few hundred words, so he waved his hand: "I will continue to recite 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, the other lay down by the car window and stared for a long time.

As the sky fades away, 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 three special silver tubes, pondered over the three notes over and over again, and then fell into a deep sleep again.That night, he dreamed that he was imprisoning the boy in his arms, biting his ear to coax him: "Tell me the answer, okay?"

The young man stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, with a bright smile and a sweet voice: "It's not good. I want you to be unable to guess my thoughts. I want you to worry about me every day."

In the dream, Feng Ming was very helpless, yet immersed in an indescribable palpitation and satisfaction.

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

This dream with an unclear meaning was indeed a sweet dream to him, and every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.

He couldn't understand why it felt so good to worry about someone?

After finishing the court, he absent-mindedly approved the memorial, looked at the Western tribute clock over and over again, and waited for Zhuang Li to finish his class.

Mr. Tan came in with a medicine box, saluted and said, "Your Majesty, I'm here to take your pulse."

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

Mr. Tan looked at him carefully, and said in surprise: "From the look of your face, you have indeed improved a lot!" Feeling his pulse, he was even more joyful: "Not bad, the emperor has slept well recently, and the mania should have lasted for a long time. It didn't happen, did it?"

"It hasn't happened for a few days." Feng Ming said calmly.

Mr. Qin picked up the pen and began to write the prescriptions for recuperating the body, and chatted about the daily life by the way: "Wei Chen accepted Zhuang Li as his apprentice."

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

"Yes, Zhuang Li has a photographic memory, and he memorized the Pharmacopoeia just by looking at it."

Feng Ming: "..."

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

"I saw Old Tan today." Feng Ming spoke slowly, "He said you are a genius with an unforgettable memory."

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

7480: "Oh! The car overturned!"

Feng Ming bent his knuckles and tapped the table, with a serious tone: "Tell me, why do you pretend that you don't know how to endorse and stay by my side all day?" He has seen too many schemes and tricks, and he hates the feeling of being deceived and used.

He can't help but think—why is the young man intentionally flattering himself and getting close to him?Does he have any sincerity towards himself?Is he trying to help Feng Yi seize the heir apparent or is he seeking glory and wealth?

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

How to do how to do?Is my cousin going to sacrifice a piece of paper again?

Feng Yi really guessed right, Zhuang Li took out a piece of paper that he had prepared a long time ago from his sleeve, wrote a poem, dried it and put it on the table: "The answer is right here."

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

"Then I'll go back today and wait for you to calm down?" Zhuang Li asked with blinking eyes.

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

However, something happened that made Feng Yi even unbelievable.The cousin actually walked away with his schoolbag in his hand, and dragged himself away when he passed by.

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

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

When he got into the carriage, Feng Yi's hair was already wet with cold sweat, and he asked tremblingly: "Cousin, I said a long time ago that I don't want to be the emperor, so you don't have to deliberately get close to the emperor's uncle for me. Temperament is cloudy and cloudy, and he will kill people at every turn, let's stay away from him in the future!"

At the end of the sentence, he became happy again, and hoped: "Cousin, now we don't have to go to the study room to study?"

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