At the beginning of the Chen period, around 7 o'clock in the morning, Fengming, who was sleeping soundly, woke up naturally at the call of his biological clock.
After turning over and rolling around in bed twice, Fengming hugged the quilt and sat up. Without asking anyone to help her, she changed into her sportswear, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and walked out. Looking at the beautiful spring scenery in the yard, Fengming was in a particularly good mood. She couldn't help but think: "Another energetic day!"
Seeing Fengming go out, Bi Chun, who had been waiting at the door, brought him a cup of warm water of suitable temperature. Fengming took it and drank it, then started to do warm-up exercises.
In his previous life, Fengming had a habit of morning jogging, and he hadn't given it up in this one. Aside from a few years of infancy, he'd been getting up every morning to exercise since he was about five years old. Back then, Fengming lived in the Empress's Zhaoyang Palace, and since his short legs didn't need much space, he'd run around the small gardens, doing calisthenics and the like. When he first started running, the Empress and the Empress would often come to watch. After all, watching such a soft, adorable, chubby little kid running in circles with a serious expression was quite entertaining.
Tired of being watched, Fengming requested to move out to her own palace. She also asked the Emperor to build her a private playground within the Weiyang Palace, which reduced the amount of onlookers. Years of consistent exercise had many benefits. Fengming's well-proportioned figure and youthful energy, combined with her already bright, baby-faced appearance, made her even more endearing.
After completing daily exercise, she took a comfortable bath, took care of her skin, put on makeup, and changed her clothes with the help of the palace maids. She then started to enjoy breakfast feeling refreshed.
While eating, Feng Ming was also thinking about the historical issues left over from last night before going to bed. Should he report on the situation of Hao Zhangming's family? After careful consideration, Feng Xiyun decided to write it!
If Bai Wanshuang really has a connection with Mo Dong, or there is another mastermind behind her, then they must all know about Bai Wanshuang's situation and be able to predict the situation that will occur in Hao Zhangming's family. It will not have much impact on them whether they write it down or not; even if they did not know that this would be the case when Bai Wanshuang entered the Wuwei General's Mansion, then writing it down and letting them know might stimulate them to take certain actions, which would make it easier to track them down.
Having made up her mind, Fengming went to the study and began to write furiously as soon as she finished her breakfast. She had some ideas when she read the intelligence last night, and she had been thinking about the article in her mind since she got up. Fengming wrote like a god and soon completed a headline report. She read it herself and felt very satisfied.
Fengming stood up and stretched his cervical spine, which was stiff from writing so hard, then he remembered that today's newspaper seemed to have not been delivered yet. It should have been delivered during breakfast usually.
Yesterday's newspaper was delivered a while late, arriving around 10 o'clock. I glanced down at the hourglass and it was already 10 o'clock. So, this is...
Just as he was thinking about it, the voice of a palace maid came from outside: "Your Highness, Fuling requests to see you."
Speak of Cao Cao, here comes Cao Cao, "Come in."
The girl who came in was pretty. She wasn't very good-looking, but had a calm temperament. This was Xin Wu's partner Fuling.
Although Fengming founded Bagua Daily, her status as the eldest princess imposed numerous restrictions, forcing Xin Wu and Fuling to coordinate and handle many external matters. Xin Wu oversaw internal tasks such as editing and proofreading, and newspaper printing, while Fuling handled commercial advertising, news source gathering, and newspaper distribution, remaining Fengming's right-hand man.
There had never been any trouble between the two of them before, but yesterday, Fuling, who was supposed to come to discuss business and deliver the newspaper, did not show up. It was Xin Wu who sent someone to deliver the newspaper to the palace. And Fuling only showed up today, and was late again, which was really strange.
"Greetings, Princess." Fuling knelt down and saluted.
"Get up! Have you brought today's newspaper?"
"I brought it," Fuling answered while taking out today's newspaper from her wide sleeves. Fengming took it and read it first. She wanted to wait for Fuling to explain herself.
But after waiting for a long time, reading everything from the headlines to the small tofu blocks in the corners and the middle, Fuling just waited quietly, looking obedient. This made Fengming feel a little bored. He had been speculating for a long time, but seeing Fuling's expression, it was as if nothing had happened. Maybe she was just delayed by something.
"Cough cough" Fengming pretended to cough, trying to attract Fuling's attention and let her speak first. After all, he was most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
Fuling, who had been waiting quietly with her head down, heard Fengming cough and looked at her with concern: "Princess?" The concern was indeed clearly expressed.
"It's okay. I haven't had water for a long time. My throat is a little dry." After saying this, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea to cover it up. As a result, he found that the tea was cold. He could only raise his voice and shout to the outside of the hall: "Xier, bring me a pot of hot tea."
Whenever Fengming discussed daily affairs with Xin Wu, Fuling or others, the maids of Weiyang Palace would tactfully wait outside the hall and come in when summoned.
Xier, who was in charge of tea and food, heard Fengming wanted tea, so she quickly brought in the best Tieguanyin tea and paired it with several different kinds of pastries. After a busy period, the room finally returned to peace.
However, after this interruption, Fengming felt that the atmosphere had become natural. In fact, it might be that Fengming was the only one who felt awkward before. After all, she was the one who was stood up. Fuling had always behaved very naturally and calmly.
"Come and have something to eat together. Pear blossom cake is a specialty of this season. It will be gone after this." Fengming invited Fuling to sit down. Fengming had been standing before, so Fuling naturally stood with him.
Fuling wasn't shy. She was an orphan Fengming had bought on his first trip to Tushan Academy. She had grown up with Fengming, and the two had always been close. She had noticed Fengming was having a tantrum, blaming her for not coming to the palace to meet him as promised. But she knew Fengming had a mild temper and would soon calm himself down. Sure enough, Fengming was now happily drinking tea and eating cakes.
Fuling watched Fengming, still eating like she had when she was little, and suddenly remembered the past. At eight years old, she was sold to a human trafficker by her biological parents. The trafficker took her to the slave market, but because she was too thin and unattractive, no one bought her again. The trafficker, enraged, beat her violently. Just as she was nearly dead from the beating, thinking she would die, the little Fengming appeared, his compassion and heartache changing her life.
Later, after spending a long time with Fengming, I could slowly recall the hardships of the past with a smile, and bring them up as a joke. Fengming would always say strange things like "The way we met was too bloody" and "If I were the heroine, the author's imagination would be too narrow."
Fuling herself felt that this was the best thing God had ever done for her.
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