Seeing the emperor, Yu Yuxian and others hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects. Feng Yi pushed Feng Yu away fiercely and looked at Zhuang Li's broken palm with red eyes.
His cousin had been a beautiful girl since childhood, and even that old witch Hu had never hit him. Yu Yuxian, that son of a bitch, was clearly seeking personal revenge!
Just as he was about to open his mouth to complain, Feng Ming had already helped Zhuang Li, who was about to kneel down, to his feet, and gently grasped the young man's slender wrist.
"Are you seeking personal revenge?" Feng Ming asked in a deep voice.
Yu Yuxian was deeply shocked and kowtowed quickly: "I dare not. Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation. The whole story is this -"
However, Feng Ming was simply impatient to listen to her: "You don't need to explain, I know exactly what you are thinking. Are you dissatisfied with my arrangement? Do you think they have taken Feng Yu's position, so you are helping Feng Yu to fight for justice and eliminate dissidents?"
How did they end up bringing up Feng Yu? Helping the prince eliminate dissidents in the upper study was enough to cost Yu Yuxian his life!
She was so frightened that she kowtowed repeatedly, saying that she dared not, and she also argued that she had no personal relationship with the fifth prince Feng Yu, so how could she stand up for him.
Feng Ming stared at the jade pendant hanging from her waist and sneered, "You two have shared moonlit nights, cruised across the lantern river together during the Lantern Festival, and even exchanged tokens of friendship. These memories are enough for you to eliminate dissidents for him."
Yu Yuxian suddenly looked up with a look of shock. She hadn't expected the emperor to know everything.
Feng Yu lowered her head tightly, hiding her face distorted with fear. The Emperor's methods were truly unpredictable.
Zhuang Li also stared at Feng Ming, tears streaming down his face. His heart slowly tore apart, causing an unspeakable pain, as he suddenly realized that in the original plot, Feng Ming was not stabbed to death by a spy, but committed suicide.
How could an emperor, who knew everything about the court, inside and outside, and everyone involved, not know Feng Yu's ambitions? How could he allow him to grow? How could he fail to catch a spy?
He is a monarch who walked out of the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and the pool of blood and purgatory. He will not die so easily unless he himself does not want to live.
But why? What on earth had he been through?
Zhuang Li unknowingly asked these questions in his heart.
7480 flipped through the script and said reluctantly, "The Shenling's mother was killed by the late Emperor with a slow-acting poison. After he was deposed as Crown Prince, the late Emperor dug up his mother's remains from the imperial mausoleum and threw them somewhere unknown. The Shenling wanted to leave the palace to search for her, but the late Emperor imprisoned him in a small courtyard. At first, he sent him some rotten food, but later he stopped sending her anything.
"The spirit could only survive by eating roots, insects, ants, mice, and birds. Gradually, these things disappeared, and he was left with starvation. There was a well in the yard, and he drank the water from it every day, and surprisingly, he survived for more than twenty days. During these twenty days, he suffered all kinds of hardships. His mother's family secretly dug a tunnel to rescue him and sent him to the border.
"But the late emperor eventually learned of this, and he executed over 300 members of his mother's clan, even infants. He also piled their heads into towers and placed them on either side of the city gates. He also issued a notice, threatening that if the spirits did not return and surrender, the heads would be thrown into a mass grave and fed to dogs.
"You can imagine the god's pain and anger at that moment. If his uncle hadn't knocked him unconscious, sent him far away overnight, and ordered him to avenge his entire clan in the future, he might have really run back to the capital to die. The god is the true ghost crawling out of hell. He would starve the late emperor to death, slaughter all his brothers, and cut off Liu's head. There was really a reason for that.
"He suffered too much torture that ordinary people could hardly imagine." 7480 closed the book and sighed deeply.
Zhuang Li clutched his chest, breathing hard. He couldn't imagine the miserable life Feng Ming would have led if he hadn't come. Even if he sat on the throne, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of happiness. He had already become a walking corpse.
Zhuang Li looked at the lover in front of him, tears falling uncontrollably.
"What's wrong with you? It hurts so much." Feng Ming quickly held his face and asked anxiously.
"Yeah, it hurts so much." Zhuang Li covered his chest and gasped.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Feng Ming's heart was in a mess. He comforted her, "The pain will go away after applying the medicine. I'll take you to see the doctor right away."
In a panic, he helped the young man out of the study in a hurry, leaving everyone kneeling.
Feng Yi boldly shouted, "Uncle, I'm going with you!"
Seeing that the emperor's uncle did not object, he quickly got up and followed.
After a long time, Yu Yuxian carefully raised his head and looked at the open door.
Feng Yu, who was kneeling beside her, gritted her teeth and whispered, "The Emperor just sent someone here, and you found an excuse to smash his hand. Are you afraid that others won't know that you want to go against the Emperor? How did you get the top scorer in the imperial examination with your brain?"
Yu Yuxian said with a pale face, "The emperor has left, so this matter is over, right?"
"Why didn't I realize you were so stupid before?" Feng Yu looked at her steadily, without any admiration or love in his eyes.
At this moment, an eunuch came in holding two scrolls of imperial edicts, one for Feng Yu and the other for Yu Yuxian.
From now on, Feng Yu will be stripped of all honors by the Emperor for the crime of forming a clique for personal gain and will be returned to Prince Cheng's Mansion.
King Cheng sensed that his eldest son had a bright future and might one day ascend to the supreme throne, so he petitioned for the title of Crown Prince for his second son. The Emperor had already approved the petition.
In other words, Feng Yu, who was sent back to the Chengwang Mansion, had no right to inherit Dayan, let alone the Chengwang Mansion. From now on, he who was once high and mighty would become worthless.
This sudden turn of events left all the princes bewildered. Only then did they realize the Emperor's warning had been delivered. He could give them everything, but he could also destroy it all in an instant.
Yu Yuxian was dismissed from her post, charged not only with forming a clique for personal gain but also with spying on the emperor. As a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, she occasionally had to serve the emperor, helping him write imperial edicts and read memorials.
Taking advantage of her position, she had repeatedly informed Feng Yu of the Emperor's whereabouts. She thought she had done it perfectly, but she had no idea that the Dragon Guard had already recorded everything she had done and reported it to the Emperor.
Feng Ming saw many things, but he did not pursue them. He hated this world and gradually separated himself from it.
And Zhuang Li was like a whirlpool, sucking him back in.
He grasped the young man's wrist, so thin it seemed it would break with a slight bend, and he deeply resented his own recklessness. This palace, this imperial city, and even this dynasty, needed a thorough overhaul.
"You know Yu Yuxian is a woman, right?" Zhuang Li, who was placed on the soft couch, asked softly.
Feng Yi, who was holding a hot towel and preparing to wipe his cousin's hands, exclaimed: "What did you say, Yu Yuxian is a woman?"
Zhuang Li just stared at Feng Ming.
Feng Ming nodded and said, "Yes, I knew it a long time ago."
He really knew everything! How could he be assassinated by spies? He was clearly seeking his own death! Zhuang Li quickly closed his eyes, blocking the tears that were pouring out.
Feng Ming quickly explained: "My mother is also a female general."
Zhuang Li shook his head, too lazy to tell him. This wasn't a question of whether a woman could be an official.
"He is sick with bipolar disorder, a mental illness that is more serious than depression: when he is in a good mood, he is excited and has a bad temper; when he is in a bad mood, he is depressed, disgusted with the world and despair; it is also accompanied by insomnia, auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, rapid heart rate and other symptoms. If I hadn't come, he wouldn't have lasted long." Zhuang Li said in his heart with great sadness.
7480 asked cautiously, "Master, can you cure him?"
"Of course. I'll prescribe medicine for him." Zhuang Li opened his eyes and looked at Feng Ming again. With this disease, it was no wonder others called him a tyrant, because he himself couldn't control his temper.
Feng Ming said nervously, "Then I will issue an imperial decree to execute Yu Yuxian right now?"
Feng Yi: “…” Is the emperor’s uncle so fickle?
"No, let her be." Zhuang Li shook his head.
If Yu Yuxian were killed on the grounds that women could not participate in politics, all women in the world would be oppressed even more severely. This was not what Zhuang Li wanted to see.
Feng Ming asked uncertainly, "Really?"
"Really." Zhuang Li stared at the thick dark shadows under his eyes, and his heart ached again for a moment.
How long has it been since this person had a good night's sleep?
Feng Ming observed the boy again and again, and seeing that he was not angry, he continued to clean the wound. However, when he gently wiped the bright red blood from the boy's palm with a scalded feather and saw the bloody wound, he regretted it.
He really should kill Yu Yuxian!
Feng Yi took the ointment handed over by the imperial physician and comforted him, "Cousin, this purple gold ointment is said to be very effective. It will heal in three days after application, and it can also relieve pain." As he spoke, he unscrewed the lid of the box and prepared to apply the medicine.
"I'll do it." Feng Ming took the ointment and gently applied it on Zhuang Li's palm with a feather.
Zhuang Li looked at his serious face and suddenly said, "I know a medicine that can cure the disease immediately after applying it."
"What medicine?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice.
Feng Yi immediately exposed his cousin: "You are bragging again! It will heal immediately after applying it. It is a magic pill!"
Zhuang Li didn't bother to pay attention to his cousin. He stared at Feng Ming with his dark eyes without blinking, and said seriously, "Trust me, this medicine really works immediately. Give me a piece of paper and I'll write down the prescription."
Feng Ming blew gently on the boy's hand covered with ointment and said indulgently, "Okay, I'll get you paper and pen right away."
He handed the ointment to Feng Yi and personally found a piece of paper and a pen.
Zhuang Li picked up a pen and drew two thin lines on the paper. He then instructed, "Cut the paper into strips according to the length and width I specified."
Feng Ming did as he was told without showing any impatience.
Feng Yi sat by, watching in amazement. Why did he feel that the emperor's uncle treated his cousin like his own son? Could it be that his cousin's experience had triggered the emperor's uncle's remaining paternal love?
"Is this okay?" Feng Ming handed over the note.
"Okay." Zhuang Li took the pen in his left hand and wrote many words vertically on the piece of paper. It didn't look like a prescription, but a poem.
"Here, the prescription is hidden in this poem. I'm not lying to you, no panacea is better than this. If I apply it, I'll be well in the blink of an eye." Zhuang Li blew the ink off the paper and put it into Feng Ming's palm.
Feng Ming was left in a state of confusion, but his behavior also aroused a strong curiosity in him.
7480 asked anxiously, "Master, I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. What secrets are hidden in those two notes you wrote?"
"This is the medicine I prescribed for Feng Ming. Too much suffering requires too much happiness to heal. But if I give out happiness bit by bit, his already broken heart won't be able to hold on to it, and it will slowly leak out. I want to help him store up the happiness, and then give it to him all at once. I want him to get better in the shortest possible time."
Zhuang Li looked at Feng Ming who was studying the note over and over again, and a smile of anticipation appeared on his face.
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