The return of Zhuang Li and Feng Yi left the princes in the upper study dumbfounded.
They had never seen anyone who was driven out of the palace and still managed to return. The emperor even gave up on Feng Yu, whom he had cultivated for ten years, so how could Feng Yi, who was used to beat Feng Yu, be so resilient?
What is so special about him?
Feng Yi's face flushed with the scrutiny of the other princes, and he couldn't help but secretly groan. The person favored by the emperor wasn't him at all, but his cousin! He was just a shield, okay?
Feng Yi showed a horrified expression as he thought of something, and then he said in a low voice: "Cousin, I'm really not interested in that position. Please don't humiliate yourself for me!"
"What do you mean?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a cold smile.
Feng Yi thought about it carefully and immediately understood why his cousin was angry. He was very dissatisfied with the word "abuse", which showed that the relationship between him and the emperor's uncle was real and not mixed with any conflicts of interest.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. My head is confused. Just ignore me." Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuang Li continued to look at him with deep eyes, then smiled softly: "Feng Yi, has anyone ever told you that you are very clear-headed? I see in this room full of princes and grandchildren, only you have the talent and ability to sit in that position. And I have to help you."
"Cousin, please don't help me! My ideal is to be a playboy who eats, drinks and has fun!" Feng Yi was anxious and quickly hugged Zhuang Li's arm and begged bitterly. He had just said two words when his attention was diverted.
He stroked Zhuang Li's arm up and down, exclaiming, "Cousin, you've gained weight! You have flesh on your arms! Hahaha, you're really in better shape."
This silly guy's focus is always so different.
Zhuang Li's face was full of black lines, but there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Feng Ming walked into the study, stood silently behind Feng Yi, and looked at him with a serious look.
"Where are you touching?" His tone became heavier after he spoke.
Feng Yi: “!!!”
Feng Yi quickly let go of his cousin's arm and said with an awkward smile: "Uncle, my cousin has gained weight. Look, his face has become rounder. He looks much better than before."
Today, Zhuang Li was wearing a pink robe, with the corners dotted with pale white or rose-red peach blossoms. The sunlight shone on his face, warming his cheeks. He was truly a beautiful woman with peach blossoms.
When he lifted the car curtain in the morning, Feng Ming's eyes couldn't move, and it was the same now.
He suppressed his strong heart palpitations, reached out and touched Zhuang Li's arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yeah, you are really fatter than before."
No one knew how graceful the young man's body was when he took off his gorgeous robes. His snow-white skin was woven with flowing black hair, and a faint pink hue appeared in his arousal. Beads of glistening sweat slid down his collarbone, creating a white mist amidst his heavy breathing and scorching body heat...
All the colors blend together to create a picture that is extremely gorgeous.
Since that day, Feng Ming's mind has been almost filled with these thrilling scenes.
His dreams had also changed greatly. In the past, they were deep wells gushing out blood and skulls, but recently, they were scenes of desperate struggles among weeds.
The Feng Ming of the past feared falling asleep, but the Feng Ming of today longed for it. When the young man was not around, he could only find solace in his dreams.
He held Zhuang Li's wrist tightly, reluctant to let go, and asked hoarsely, "Did the teacher assign any memorization assignments today?"
"Recite six chapters of the Analects." Zhuang Li looked at him with a smile.
"Have you finished reciting it?" Feng Ming traced Zhuang Li's wrist and touched his delicate fingertips.
"No." Zhuang Li shook his head.
Feng Yi looked at his cousin in surprise. Doesn't this kid have a photographic memory? The emperor's uncle also knew about it and got angry about it, so why did they return to the topic again?
"Go to the Yangxin Palace and recite it. If you don't finish reciting it today, I won't let you go home." Feng Ming's voice was getting deeper and hoarse. He really didn't want to let Zhuang Li go back.
Zhuang Li pulled Feng Yi and said, "Cousin, go and recite the book."
Feng Yi: “…” What’s going on?
Feng Yi, completely confused, followed his uncle and cousin back to the Yangxin Palace.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was shocked by the two people's actions.
Suddenly, his cousin jumped into the emperor's uncle's arms, his long legs wrapped around his waist, and he chuckled uninhibitedly. The emperor's uncle immediately grasped his cousin's hips and eagerly kissed him. As if they had never kissed before in eight lifetimes, the two of them walked from the outer hall to the inner hall, kissing all the way, and then they both disappeared behind the screen.
Feng Yi couldn't see what the two were doing, but he could hear the sound of their lips and tongues entangled.
It's really passionate and urgent.
The emperor's uncle's breathing was heavier than that of a cow, and it seemed that he was very hungry.
Feng Yi's poor literary accomplishment could only be described to this extent, and he couldn't even describe his astonishment in words.
He stood there stiff as a stone, with a question echoing in his mind again and again - Who am I and what am I doing here?
Zhuang Li held Feng Ming's head and continued to deepen the kiss, carefully taking care of every sensitive corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He said quickly while taking a breath, "I missed you so much."
"Me too." Feng Ming responded in a hoarse voice.
He had never known such a passionate, fierce, and unwavering love, and this love was enough to heal the deepest pain in his heart.
"I want you." Zhuang Li inserted his ten fingers into Feng Ming's hair and gently stroked his scalp. As he said this, the tip of his tongue had already penetrated Feng Ming's ear.
Feng Ming gasped heavily, picked the person up, and walked quickly towards the inner hall.
The saying "a day without seeing you feels like three years" probably describes this feeling.
Feng Yi sat there blankly for half an hour before he saw the satisfied uncle coming out from behind the screen with his tearful-eyed cousin. They had both changed their clothes.
"Have you finished memorizing the book?" asked the emperor's uncle in a deep voice.
Feng Yi: "...Am I really here to endorse the book?"
Feng Ming: "So what do you think?"
Feng Yi slowly shed two lines of tears: "I will recite it right away."
"If you don't finish reciting, I'll slap your palms." Zhuang Li said angrily.
Feng Ming nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll ask someone to send a ruler over right away."
Feng Yi: “…” You two are indeed a perfect match!
Feng Yi sat on the side reciting the text, while Feng Ming held Zhuang Li in his arms and slowly reviewed the memorials. The political affairs that he used to hate the most, now he found it enjoyable to do.
Zhuang Li quickly read through all the memorials and arranged them according to their importance, placing the urgent memorials on the top and the ones full of nonsense at the bottom.
With his assistance, Feng Ming became more and more adept.
Feng Yi recited a few lines of the book before looking up at his cousin, his eyes filled with worry. They'd just gotten along, and his cousin was already meddling in government affairs, wasn't that a bad idea? If the uncle disliked his cousin someday, wouldn't these be easy charges?
While pondering, Feng Ming whispered: "What do you want to do in the future? Become an official? Become an official?"
Feng Yi's grip on the book tightened slightly, fearing his cousin might speak too hastily, suggesting he wanted to become an official. He couldn't rush into things at this point, as the emperor's favor was unpredictable. Furthermore, what if this question was just a test from his uncle? What emperor wasn't suspicious?
Feng Yi looked at his cousin and broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhuang Li looked out the window at the vast sky and spoke slowly, "I want to help you take care of this big mess. Then we can take a carriage and go to the Tianshan Mountains to see the snow, to the desert to see the sand, and to the seaside to see the sea. In the morning, we woke up in the same bed. I was too lazy to move, so you helped me get dressed and carried me to the attic to watch the sunrise. The red light shone on our faces, warm and cozy.
"In the evening, we'll eat hot pot together around the stove. I'll give you the fattest slices of meat, and you'll give me the tenderest bamboo shoots. After dinner, we'll walk hand in hand in the yard, and then go to bed together. We'll cuddle together every night, you in me, me in you. After sweating profusely, we'll soak in the bathtub together, silently gazing at the moon in the sky through the window lattice. The moonlight will shine on us, cool and refreshing.
"Every morning when you wake up, you have to kiss me good morning; every night when you go to sleep, you have to kiss me good night. We can't be apart for a whole day. This is my vision of the future. What do you think?"
Zhuang Li turned and looked at Feng Ming.
Feng Ming's eyes were already moist.
How would such a life be? Just the thought of it made his heart leap with joy, eagerly yearning for it. This cold and gloomy imperial city seemed to have suddenly become filled with warmth and color, with light and hope.
"I want to kiss you." Feng Ming couldn't suppress the love in his heart.
"What a coincidence, me too." Zhuang Li smiled with narrowed eyes.
The two stared at each other silently for a moment, then kissed deeply. They already had a very specific plan for their future together. All they wanted was life itself, and love was the only additive.
Thus, the last trace of uneasiness hidden in Feng Ming's heart completely disappeared.
Feng Yi silently looked up at the dome of the hall and sighed in his heart: "Cousin, I would like to call you the number one lover in Dayan! You are so damn good at saying sweet words!"
However, he did not know how profoundly this conversation would affect his destiny.
After finally finishing reciting the six chapters of the Analects, Feng Yi asked expectantly, "Uncle, can my nephew leave school now?"
"Starting from tomorrow, you will take turns on duty in the six departments. It's useless to just study hard. You should grow through practice." Feng Ming made the decision.
"Huh?" Feng Yi was dumbfounded.
"Your brothers will also take turns on duty in the six ministries. I will give this position to whoever performs best." Feng Ming patted the dragon throne under his seat.
Feng Yi felt a cold sweat trickle down his forehead. He suddenly realized that he had been forced into the struggle for the throne, and even if he wanted to retreat, it was too late. His brothers would surely do anything to kill him for the throne. Giving in would only lead to death, while forging ahead would lead to survival.
The emperor's uncle is preparing to raise a Gu!
The emperor's uncle is in his prime, why is he in such a hurry to choose an heir? That's right! It's all because of what my cousin just said! The emperor's uncle's mind is full of romantic thoughts now, and he doesn't want to be emperor at all!
Cousin, you are hurting me again!
Feng Yi had tears in his eyes, but he could only nod obediently.
Feng Ming was in a good mood and encouraged: "I hope you can grow up quickly."
Hearing the emperor's uncle's impatience, Feng Yi promised with great difficulty: "...nephew will definitely work hard."
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