Yu Yuxian wanted to catch up and argue with Zhuang Xiaohui, but he couldn't outrun the carriage, so he could only stand on the side of the road and sulk.
I must return to the officialdom, otherwise even a woman will dare to look down on me! She clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind.
But she also knew that the anniversary of Duke Cheng'en's death was approaching. At this time, the powerful and influential people in the capital were in danger, and no one dared to speak well of her to the emperor. Therefore, if she wanted to plan for a restoration, she would have to wait until this period of time had passed.
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It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and the most unsettling day arrived.
No one dared to make a report at the morning court that day. Feng Ming sat on the dragon throne, absentmindedly pondering something. His eyes were bloodshot, his right hand was supporting his forehead, and a hint of pain appeared on his resolute face.
For someone who had already endured the most brutal things in the world, this obvious display of emotion was a dangerous sign, meaning he was on the verge of exploding at any moment.
The court officials lowered their heads, not daring to breathe. Consequently, they failed to notice that Feng Ming's palms held four small silver tubes, each containing four slips of paper that he had studied countless times.
The more he couldn't solve these puzzles, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more painful he became. It was a vicious cycle.
There was no doubt that his mood was worse than at any time in previous years.
After waking up today, he even had the urge to dig out the late emperor's body and grind his bones into ashes.
The court officials were afraid to make a report, and Feng Ming lost his patience to stay any longer. He said a gloomy "I'm leaving the court" and got on his carriage and left the palace. As usual, he went to the well-preserved Cheng'en Mansion to pay his respects.
The place was already filled with white banners and white lanterns, and more than 300 tablets filled an entire wall, as if more than 300 wronged souls were staring straight at Feng Ming.
As soon as he entered the main hall, he knelt down and kowtowed three times. When he stood up, his eyes had turned red.
The yellow paper money piled up into a small mountain. These were all Feng Ming's offerings to his deceased relatives. He personally threw each piece into the fire.
The hill was finally burned from morning till nightfall, and Feng Ming knelt the entire time, his legs becoming numb.
He staggered to his feet, walked out slowly, walked around several streets, and came to the gate of a square courtyard.
All the Dragon Guards looked as if they were facing a great enemy, fearing that the emperor would suddenly go crazy, because this was the place where he was imprisoned.
Feng Ming walked to the door, looked up at the dilapidated plaque, and remained motionless for a long time. He came here every year, but never once did he go inside to take a look.
The feeling of every cell in his body trembling was not pleasant. Even after becoming an emperor and possessing immense wealth, he still couldn't forget the agonizing pain of his past. It was here that he transformed from a human into a ghost.
His cold and hard face slowly twisted into a hideous shape, and his red eyes emitted a fierce light.
The uncontrollable violent emotion prompted him to draw the sword at his waist and chop the door in front of him frantically.
Wood chips flew everywhere, the sound of golden bells roared, and the silence of the night was completely broken.
The Dragon Guards looked at the nearly demented Emperor with dread. After smashing this door, they didn't know what the Emperor would chop down next: perhaps the guards themselves, or the surrounding civilians, or perhaps everything living and dead that stood in the Emperor's way.
At this moment, a head suddenly popped out from the wall across the street and shouted loudly: "Feng Ming!"
Who is so bold as to call the emperor by his name, and at this time?
The Dragon Guards all turned their heads to look, only to see a young man in pink clothes climbing out from the wall of the opposite house. He sat astride the wall, waving a small box in his hand and repeatedly shouting, "Feng Ming Feng Ming Feng Ming!"
The Dragon Guards all drew their swords from their waists.
However, a miracle happened. The emperor, who had already fallen into frenzy, actually heard these calls, slowly put down the sword, slowly turned his head, and his red eyes revealed a trace of clarity.
"Zhuang Li?" He responded in a hoarse voice.
"This is a tool for solving puzzles. Do you want it?" Zhuang Li waved the small wooden box in his hand.
Feng Ming walked towards him unconsciously.
Those four notes were like four little snakes, biting his hands and gnawing at his heart day and night. Even if it hadn't been the anniversary of his family's death, he would have been going crazy.
"I don't want to know." He walked to the wall, looked up at the boy's face which was still as beautiful as a hibiscus flower, and smiled coldly.
"Then I'll take it back." Zhuang Li stuffed the small wooden box into his sleeve.
Feng Ming: “…”
After just two sentences of conversation, he was fully awake, and the bloodshot eyes were quietly fading away.
"Give it to me." Feng Ming stretched out his hand.
Zhuang Li bent down and gently placed the box in his palm, explaining, "This thing is called a password stick. You can figure out how to use it yourself."
Feng Ming looked at him deeply, then turned and left, with no intention of carrying him down from the wall.
A cold wind blew, blowing up paper money all over the sky.
Feng Ming boarded the carriage and ordered in a deep voice, "Return to the palace."
So the convoy marched towards the majestic palace, leaving Zhuang Li alone riding on the wall, feeling the cold wind.
7480 exclaimed, "This god is so cool! He just left without saying anything!"
"He will be back soon." Zhuang Li said confidently.
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As soon as he entered the carriage, Feng Ming opened the box and found a hexagonal wooden stick and two other pieces of paper with words written on them.
He picked up the stick in one hand and the note in the other, turning them over and over for a long time, and then the turbidity and hostility in his red eyes all dissipated, and instead emitted a brilliance.
He hurriedly took out the other four slips of paper and wrapped them around the rectangular wooden stick one by one in the order they were received. He slowly rotated each flat surface to check the text that was connected together.
Finally, on one of the planes, a sentence without a beginning or an end appeared: [Because I want to see you.]
Feng Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at it in disbelief.
Under what circumstances did he write this sentence? Yes, that day he ran to the upper study and asked Zhuang Li why he was in such a hurry to come to study. The other party looked at him with misty eyes and wrote this sentence.
He was so embarrassed that his face turned red, and he pinched Feng Ming's fingertips and gently poked his soft cheek.
Feng Ming will never forget the wonderful feeling of touching a dewdrop on the tip of a lotus.
So, is this the answer that Zhuang Li was too embarrassed to say at the time?
Why are you in such a hurry to come to the study? Because I want to see you!
Feng Ming, who had finally pieced his memories together, subconsciously clenched his teeth. The feeling of ecstasy that surged into his heart was suppressed by him because he couldn't believe such a wonderful thing could happen to him.
However, while he was trying his best to deny the possibility of happiness, he wrapped the second piece of paper around the password stick with shaking hands.
As it slowly turned, a line of text appeared before my eyes——【Give me a kiss and it will be fine.】
How did this sentence come about?
That's right, it was that day. Zhuang Li's palm was broken by Yu Yuxian, and he said there was a medicine that worked immediately after applying it. So was this the medicine he was talking about? A kiss on the wound?
Tears flickered faintly in Feng Ming's red eyes. He shook his head, still unable to believe these extremely touching words, and hurriedly wrapped the third note.
A witty sentence caught my eye - [When I see you, I feel so happy. ]
It turned out that Zhuang Li refused to memorize his lessons properly, and instead just lay on the table, tilting his head and staring at him. Was it because this made him happy? It turned out that his mood was exactly the same as mine.
Feng Ming covered his chest to suppress the increasingly intense throbbing.
The fourth note was nearly torn by his trembling fingertips. He had to stop, sweating profusely, and took several deep breaths before continuing carefully.
Then the answer he cared about most appeared - [Because I want to stay with you for a while longer.]
Why do you pretend that you can't memorize something when you clearly have a photographic memory, and then stick to me?
Because I want to stay with you a little longer.
Because seeing you makes me happy.
This was the question that had troubled Feng Ming for so many days. He wasn't eager for quick success or instant gratification, nor was he enamored with power. The only thing Zhuang Li cared about was Feng Ming himself.
Could these words be believed? Was it true? Was it because he was so eager that he was hallucinating? Feng Ming's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heart beat faster and faster.
An extremely strong and surging emotion was about to burst his head.
He felt dizzy for a while, then with trembling hands he wrapped the fifth piece of paper around the code stick. As soon as he saw the words clearly, the tears that he had been holding back for a long time fell.
[From the first time we met, I already felt deeply in love with you. I wonder if you feel the same way?]
Yes, it was the same! It turned out that the intense excitement and panic of their first meeting were all due to the words "I love you." He was too timid to look himself in the face, but the boy had already tried to knock on the door of his heart.
Feng Ming stared at the line of text, his eyes turned red again, but not because of violence, but because of ecstasy and emotion.
He quickly wrapped the last piece of paper around it, only to see a sentence spelled out on one of the flat surfaces: [I'll be waiting for you right here. If you feel the same way as I do, please come back and take me away, okay?]
Feng Ming carefully rolled up the notes into small scrolls and hid them in the silver tube, while shouting urgently, "Turn around! Turn around quickly! I want to go back!"
It was not easy for a convoy of several hundred people to turn around, and the horses and guards outside inevitably caused a commotion.
Feng Ming couldn't wait any longer, so he lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and ran back for his life.
Wait for me, you must wait for me!
He cried out in his heart, praying earnestly. He ran through the dark streets, yet it felt as if he were approaching a brilliant light. Somewhere ahead lay the greatest happiness of his life.
After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a young man holding a red lantern, wearing a pink robe, sitting on the wall with his legs swinging.
He is the only light in this dark night.
Feng Ming's tears nearly burst out. It turned out that after ecstasy, there was even a greater ecstasy.
The young man immediately stood up and looked down at him, his lips curved into a beautiful arc. His voice was as gentle as the gurgling spring water, refreshing his heart: "I knew you would come."
Feng Ming looked up at him and stretched out his trembling hands: "I'll carry you back."
The young man bent down, stretched out his hand still wrapped in gauze, and chuckled, "This needs a kiss to heal!"
Feng Ming grinned, but tears fell all over his face unconsciously.
"I'm going to jump!" Zhuang Li didn't give him any time to buffer and immediately threw himself into his arms.
Feng Ming hugged him tightly and felt as if he was holding all the happiness in the world.
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