Chapter 350： Female champion VS dandy 15 ┃ Zhuang Xiaohuis small goal (1/2)

The majestic palace was too far away to see, but Zhuang Li was still leaning against the car window, looking in the direction of the palace.

7480 spit out: "The character of the gods in this world is too awkward. Even such a trivial thing even loses his temper."

"He's not awkward, he's scared." Zhuang Li sighed: "If you are a beggar with nothing, you are walking on the street one day and suddenly pick up a precious treasure, will you be at ease?"

7480 plugged it in and shook his head: "It's not solid."

"No one can be at ease. You may have to sleep with one eye open at night, thinking about whether there will be robbers stealing, and thinking about whether there will be a master to claim it. I always feel that this thing is not suitable for people like me. Yes. This is how Feng Ming is feeling right now."

Zhuang Li closed his eyes, with a tone of sympathy: "The experience of too much hardship has made his heart unable to settle down. He wants to get close, but he is afraid of getting close. If he doesn't get it, he will never lose it."

"Then you can make him feel at ease. If you play dumb riddles with him, isn't he more disturbed?" 7480 looked puzzled.

"You don't understand. The sense of security is not given by others, but by myself. I am activating his heart that yearns for happiness." Zhuang Li opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the imperial city again, and sighed, "Those notes are not riddles. , is the talisman to dispel the demons. At the critical moment, he will need them."

7480 waved his hands again and again: "Forget it, I really don't understand it, do whatever you want."

At the same time, Feng Ming brushed off the note with indifference on his face, and strode towards the martial arts arena. His manic heart needs to be vented.

He could guess the reason why Zhuang Li found all kinds of excuses to get close to him. The other party wants nothing more than two things: one is glory and wealth, and the other is monstrous power.

Besides these two, what else can I give him? Isn't everyone around me all for these two points? What used to be so natural, why can't it be tolerated now?

Why can others do it, but Zhuang Li can't?

Feng Ming didn't know what he wanted from Zhuang Li, but he clearly felt that when Zhuang Li inevitably played with his own thoughts, this already numb heart would actually hurt.

tearing pain!

Feng Ming took off his shirt and practiced with Long Jinwei's masters in turn until he was sweaty and exhausted. However, instead of making him feel better, this catharsis made him more and more dull and restless. He always felt that if he didn't go back, something big would happen.

Unable to bear it, he immediately threw away the weapon in his hand and walked towards the palace. As soon as he entered the main hall, he found that a servant was cleaning the desk, and the note left by Zhuang Li was gone.

"Where's my stuff?" The sudden sense of unease and panic made him look hideous.

He walked over quickly and kept checking under the table.

The waiter responded quickly, knelt down with a plop, pointed to a book and said, "Your Majesty, this servant helped you get caught in it."

Feng Ming hurriedly opened the book, found the note and looked at it, then slowly let out a breath.

Saying that he doesn't want to play anymore, he doesn't care anymore, but he can't control his heart. He can't deceive anyone, he just cares, he just wants to know what the boy wrote in these notes.

If he can't find the answer, he can't calm down for a moment.

Feng Ming took out the other three pieces of paper, placed them side by side, studied and pondered over and over again, and searched dictionaries, dictionaries, and ancient books over and over again.

The inner servant knelt on the ground for a long time, not daring to move, until the report of the Prime Minister's visit came from outside the hall, and the emperor had to put away the note and go out, and then he struggled to support his already sore legs.

Another servant came over to help him, pinched his fingers, and sighed in a low voice: "In a few days, I don't know how many people will die."

The two looked at each other, then paled.

In a few days, it will be the anniversary of the death of all the people of Cheng'en's mansion. Back then, the late emperor was too ruthless, in order to force the emperor to come back, he killed more than 300 people in Cheng'en's mansion in one go. That day was the day when the emperor escaped from the capital, but it was also the day when the emperor fell into hell.

On this day, the emperor was depressed at light, and mad at worst. Everyone who came close to him was in danger.

Thinking of the tragic state of blood in the palace last year, several of the chamberlains had the idea of ​​escaping from the palace with wings.

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Feng Yi and Zhuang Li, who were kicked out after only two days of entering the palace, almost became the laughing stock of the entire capital. But neither of the two cared about what other people were saying.

Feng Yiba had to go to school and drink and have fun with a group of friends all day long.

The parts customized by Zhuang Li have been delivered one after another. He ordered them to be transported to a large house outside the city, assembled into eight spinning machines and five shuttle looms, and taught Zhuang Xiaohui the operating principles.

"This is your factory. You hire thirteen women to help you spin and weave fabrics, and the finished products are sent directly to your store for sale. You don't need to look for sources, you can produce and sell by yourself. This is called the integration of production and sales. It can greatly save operating costs." Zhuang Li briefly explained a few words.