Faced with such difficulties, Feng Yi could only swallow his anger.
He had never participated in government affairs, surrounded by only a group of cronies and no one he could rely on. Meanwhile, the other princes had been operating in the court for years, cultivating their own power and supporters. It would be easy for them to crush him.
Feng Yi didn't want to cause trouble, and even less wanted to be emperor, so he smiled and bowed respectfully to the princes, then sat down obediently.
As for his cousin's previous words about helping him win the throne, he looked at the actual situation and his heart sank.
Forget it, let's just continue to muddle along. Isn't it because Dad was able to muddle along that he was able to survive in the hands of the Emperor's uncle?
After figuring it out, Feng Yi took out a handkerchief and wiped the table with a happy face. He also helped his cousin wipe it as well, without putting on any airs of a prince of a royal palace.
Everyone was still looking at them with an interested look on their faces.
"They want to cause trouble!" 7480 said with certainty.
Zhuang Li reached out and gently pushed his chair, only to see it fall down crookedly and almost fall apart.
Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his hand: "Sir, this chair is broken."
Yu Yuxian held a scroll in his hand and said without looking up, "If it breaks, just find another one yourself to replace it."
But every stool in the room had an owner, so where could he go to find one? Feng Yi looked around, his face full of embarrassment, and had no choice but to open the door and let the eunuch look for it.
The eunuch nodded and agreed, then left in a hurry, not knowing when he would be back.
Yu Yuxian shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Keep reading."
Then all the princes turned around, picked up the books and read carefully.
Everyone was sitting, except Zhuang Li, standing alone. How was this any different from a disguised form of punishment? If he were short-sighted, thin-skinned, and had a strong sense of self-esteem, he would probably be so embarrassed that he would break out in a cold sweat.
Who doesn’t want to behave better on the first day in the study?
Feng Yu knows how to strike a balance. Her methods are not excessive, but they are enough to annoy people.
Feng Yi moved his butt, making half of the stool available, then quietly pulled his cousin's sleeve, motioning him to squeeze in with him first.
However, the sight of two grown men huddled together would only be more ridiculous.
Several princes turned around to look at them with sarcastic smiles on their faces.
Feng Yi was irritated by this expression and stood up suddenly. It's just that there are no stools to sit on during class. As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
With this in mind, Feng Yi plopped down on the table, patted the seat next to him, and whispered, "Come here, cousin. It's spacious and comfortable to sit like this. My butt deserves a table this grand."
Zhuang Li rubbed his cousin's fat head, then took out an inkstone from the book box he carried with him and knocked it on the stool that was about to fall apart.
The noisy sound made everyone stop reading.
Yu Yuxian frowned and was about to scold him when Zhuang Li spoke slowly, "Cousin, do you know why this stool broke? Because its frame is unstable and it shakes violently. Actually, an unstable frame is the easiest to fix. Just give it a few hard hits and it will be fixed."
Zhuang Li hammered the mortise and tenon joints of the stool with his inkstone and said meaningfully, "Look, cousin, if you give it a good pounding, won't it become obedient?"
At first glance, this sounds like he is talking about the stool, but in fact, every word is referring to Feng Yu.
Why did the Emperor suddenly bring Feng Yi into the palace to study? Wasn't it because too many people were eager to take sides, causing the Emperor's dissatisfaction?
There is no doubt that in the eyes of the emperor, Feng Yi is this stool that is about to fall apart, and Feng Yi and Zhuang Li are the inkstone. It is still unclear who is stronger in the situation!
Realizing this, the princes all put away their sarcastic expressions and showed panic-stricken expressions.
Feng Yu finally couldn't maintain her gentle smile anymore, she clenched her teeth and frowned fiercely.
Feng Yi stared at his cousin in amazement, feeling a little worried, but also feeling a surge of joy.
This time, Yu Yuxian didn't play dumb anymore. He pointed at Zhuang Li and scolded him, "If you want to knock, go outside and knock! Who allowed you to make noise in the upper study? Do you even understand the rules?"
However, just as she finished her words, an unusually tall figure stepped over the threshold and said in a gentle tone, "Is it fixed? How about I help you fix it?"
"The backrest is still a little loose, you take it." Zhuang Li handed over the inkstone without any hesitation.
Everyone in the room knelt down, kowtowed in fear and trepidation, and shouted "Long live the emperor!"
Feng Ming ignored them, picking up his inkstone and tapping it against the stool. Zhuang Li squatted beside him, gazing at him intently, his cheeks resting on his hands, a satisfied and delighted smile playing on his lips.
He really wasn't here to study, he was just here to see his man.
Feng Ming appeared to be repairing the furniture seriously, but in reality, his ears were already stained with a thin layer of red. The boy's extremely focused gaze made his heart itch. He had lived for twenty-eight years and had only felt pain, anger, despair, and helplessness, but never anything like this.
He didn't know how to describe it, he just felt his heart was soft and numb, as if the ice on the surface had melted into water, nourishing a flower.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and soon he noticed from the corner of his eye that the boy was also grinning with joy.
When he is happy, the boy will also feel happy.
Realizing this, Feng Ming's heart, which had turned into a pool of water, began to bloom with more beautiful flowers. He didn't realize that his deep eyes were already overflowing with indescribable tenderness.
The two men hammered away, oblivious to the others, seemingly treating Yu Yuxian's previous lecture as nothing more than a fart. She had just reprimanded Zhuang Li for making noise in the upper study, and the emperor had immediately helped him create more noise. Whose face was this?
Yu Yuxian didn't show it on her face, but she was starting to panic. Her situation was unique, so she was naturally more cautious than anyone else. But she hadn't expected that a mere rebuke would provoke the Emperor to personally come and embarrass her.
She was still emotional, and she will be more careful next time!
All the princes and their tutors knelt on the ground, but no one dared to stand up without permission.
Feng Ming patted the chair, which had become sturdy, and said gently, "Okay, you can sit down now."
After sitting down, Zhuang Li raised his thumb, his eyes curved into two crescents, and his smile was very cute.
Feng Ming felt a sweet feeling in his heart, but he didn't understand why it came from. He rubbed Zhuang Li's head and continued to ask, "You haven't recovered yet, why are you in such a hurry to come to the study?"
This made Feng Yi's heart tremble with fear. Would the emperor think that his cousin was too eager for quick success? Cousin, you must answer properly and don't break the rules!
The other princes' eyes flickered as they scoffed inwardly. Such an obvious question? Of course, it was because he was eager to step forward. The Emperor was displeased with Feng Yu's clique-building, so how could he possibly favor someone like Zhuang Li, who was so unprepared and eager for quick success?
Everyone was waiting to see Zhuang Li make a fool of himself.
However, Zhuang Li suddenly slumped over the table, buried his face in his arms, and said nothing.
What does this mean? You're playing dirty without a good excuse? I'd be surprised if the Emperor would fall for this!
The cold sweat on Feng Yi's forehead had gathered into a small stream, pouring down. The other princes also showed a mocking look.
But Feng Ming really fell for it. He immediately put the previous question behind him, gently lifted Zhuang Li's face, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Are you dizzy again? Did you take any medicine today?"
However, his voice froze as he spoke, because the boy's face did not show any expression of pain, but was instead stained with a thin layer of blush. His dark eyes were soaked with shimmering water, and concealed many indescribable emotions.
This emotion was so thick and sticky that Feng Ming fell into it with just a slight touch.
In a trance, he felt as if the boy had thousands of words to say to him.
Feng Ming's heart skipped a beat, and his voice became extremely hoarse: "Why are you in such a hurry to come to the study?"
The princes knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, so they didn't see Zhuang Li's shy expression. They sneered, thinking that the emperor really wasn't buying Zhuang Li's tricks and would definitely ask for clarification.
Feng Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while thinking about how to help his cousin.
However, 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 line of poetry vertically, and handed it to Feng Ming.
This is a poem that describes the night scene. Although the writing is beautiful, it is not very novel.
Feng Ming turned the note over and over, looking at it 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 I tell you?"
Zhuang Li grabbed Feng Ming's finger and let him gently poke her red cheek. Her eyes became more moist: "Because of this."
The touch of his fingertips was soft, tender, and surprisingly hot. It felt like it had a suction force, making him reluctant to let go. Feng Ming's heart also felt hot. His face remained motionless, but his ears were quietly turning red.
Is the boy shy? What kind of answer would make him too embarrassed to say it out loud?
Feng Ming used all his self-control to avoid pressing the issue in public. He twisted his numb fingertips in his sleeves before folding the note and carefully hiding it in his pocket.
He has to study hard at night.
Feng Yi looked at the two of them secretly: "..." What is going on?
The princes: "..." Zhuang Li passed? What is he talking about?
Only then did Feng Ming wave his hand and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, get up."
The princes and their companions, who had been kneeling for a long time, all stood up, with submissive expressions on their faces, but feeling uneasy in their hearts.
"You guys," Feng Ming pointed at Zhuang Li and Feng Yi, then pointed at Feng Yu's original seat, and ordered, "Sit over there."
Looking at that position where everyone was paying homage to him, Feng Yi felt his scalp tingle. The Emperor was really using him to pressure Feng Yu!
Zhuang Li packed up his things, pulled Feng Yi over, and sat down quietly.
Feng Yu's face turned pale and blue, which was very interesting.
Feng Ming was never one to beat around the bush, so he immediately gave them a harsh rebuke: "If I can bring you into the palace, I can naturally drive you out. You are not my biological sons, so I won't be reluctant to let you go. If you think you can take my position without even having established your own position, I will chop off your hands!"
His sharp gaze, like a blade, was fixed on Feng Yu.
Feng Yu was so scared that her knees went weak and her body trembled.
The two princes standing beside him quietly stepped back a few steps, afraid to appear too close to him.
The emperor even dared to kill the previous emperor. Would he care about just a few royal family members? It was also their fault that they enjoyed too many privileges and gradually forgot their duties.
As soon as he uttered the bloody words about chopping off his hand, Feng Ming regretted it. He quickly turned to look at Zhuang Li, fearing that his brutality would scare the young man.
However, at this moment, Zhuang Li was leaning on the back of the chair, looking at him with his head tilted, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
Feng Ming's panicked heart calmed down in an instant, and the corners of his lips almost turned up.
He turned his head away and held back for a while, then turned back, looked at Zhuang Li deeply, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys continue with your class." After he finished speaking, he got up and walked away, waving his sleeves at the newly repaired chair as he passed by.
The chair fell apart and broke into pieces, making it impossible to sit on it.
Only at this moment did Feng Yu kneel down with a thud, cold sweat pouring out.
He was clearly aware that the emperor's dissatisfaction and vigilance towards him had reached a peak. Not to mention appointing a crown prince, it was still unknown whether he could continue to stay in the palace as an adopted son.
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