Chapter 349： Female champion VS dandy 14 ┃ Feng Ming: Are you using me? (1/2)

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

The attitudes of the princes and companions were completely different from yesterday. There was intimacy in their words, and they all gave small gifts, as if they had completely accepted their participation.

Before the class, Feng Ming sent someone to send an oral order, saying that from now on, whoever makes a mistake will be punished.

Several great Confucians were quite critical, and several princes frowned in dissatisfaction, but Feng Yi heaved a sigh of relief and whispered, "That's great cousin, then I'm not 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 rest of the time Mr. asked everyone to recite the Four Books and Five Classics.

Zhuang Li was flipping through the book boredly, but found that a shadow fell over his head. Feng Ming did not know when he came, and was standing behind him. No wonder everyone's reading sound suddenly became sonorous and agitated.

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

Zhuang Li raised his head and looked at Feng Ming.

Feng Ming also lowered his head and looked at him quietly.

"Everyone is reading, you are the only one who is reading here and there, you are very leisurely." At first glance, these words seemed to be accusatory, but Feng Ming's tone was gentle.

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

"Oh? Which one did you memorize?" Feng Ming tapped the tabletop with his fingertips and ordered, "Memorize it to me now."

Feng Yi: "..." Too bad, he seems to have done a disservice!

7480 was not worried at all, and urged: "Master, quickly memorize the book on the table upside down, and then memorize it in reverse!"

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

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

However, the princes who could not see his expression thought that Zhuang Li had hit the iron plate and would be punished today, so they exchanged a look of jokes.

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

Feng Ming bent down slightly, looked at him, and asked in a low voice, "How do you think I should punish you?" He was clearly saying the words of punishment, but his mood was relaxed and happy.

"You personally urge me to endorse it. If I can't memorize it today, you won't allow me to go home." Zhuang Li suggested.

Feng Ming was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and tapped on the table to urge, "Then just go with me."

"Cousin is here too." Zhuang Lishun gave Feng Yi a hand.

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

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

Another person said: "For the sake of the same sickness, the emperor seems to be extraordinarily tolerant to him, and he is very good at using this tolerance."

Someone else said, "Feng Yi was dragged by Zhuang Li to the emperor to show his face a lot. Will it threaten our status in the future?"

The upper study fell into silence, and after a long time, someone waved his hand and said firmly: "The emperor can't hand over the country to a useless dude. Put your heart back in your stomach."

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Feng Yi sat nervously in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Zhuang Li was placed beside Feng Ming, with snacks, melons and fruits in his hand.

"Recite it, I'll approve the memorial later." Feng Ming picked up the red pen.

Zhuang Li picked up the cake.

The two are doing their own thing, but the atmosphere is very harmonious.

After Zhuang Li finished eating a piece of cake, he lay on the table and looked at Feng Ming for a moment. He had a book by his hand, but he hadn't even opened the first page.

Feng Ming seemed to be seriously approving the memorial, but his ears were slowly dyed red, he put down the pen, and his tone was a little helpless: "What do you always see me doing?"

"I see you because—"

Zhuang Li deliberately paused for a moment before writing a poem depicting 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, his expression became more and more helpless.

"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 slept 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: "It's really! His complexion looks much better than a few days ago! How did you do it, Master?"

"This is a technique of delayed hypnosis. When his whole mind is immersed in the poems depicting the night, the high concentration of attention will make his subconscious feel sleepy." Zhuang Li explained briefly, and then spoke to Feng. Ming said: "Do your own research, it's not fun to say it."

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

Zhuang Li glanced at it and found that there were two other silver pipes in his purse.

"Is there anything you can't say, you have to play dumb? I really can't guess." Feng Ming said in a coaxing tone, "Just tell me the answer, okay?"

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