(BL) Learning God Is In Hand, I Have The World [quick wear] BOOK 2

Chapter 347

Seeing the emperor, Yu Yuxian and the others hurriedly knelt down to salute, Feng Yi pushed Feng Yu away fiercely, and looked at Zhuang Li's broken palm with red eyes.

His cousin has been like a beautiful man since he was a child, even the old witch of the Hu family never beat him. Yu Yuxian, this dog. Mother, is clearly raised for 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, and gently held the young man's slender wrist.

"Are you taking personal revenge?" Feng Ming asked in a solemn tone.

Yu Yuxian's heart trembled, and he quickly kowtowed: "Weichen dare not, please listen to Weichen's explanation. The whole story is like this—"

However, Feng Ming was impatient to listen to her speech: "You don't need to explain, I know very well what you have in mind. What are you thinking? Are you dissatisfied with our arrangement? Do you think they have robbed Feng Yu of her position, so they are helping Feng Yu to fight injustice and exclude others?"

How do you say that you are referring to Feng Yu? Helping the prince to eliminate the charges of dissidents in the study room is enough for Yu Yuxian to lose his head!

She was so frightened that she kept kowtowing, she said she didn't dare, and she also pleaded that she had no personal relationship with the fifth prince, Feng Yu, so how could she fight for him.

However, Feng Ming stared at the jade pendant hanging from her waist, and sneered: "You two have drank together under the moon several times, and once swam the Denghe River together on the night of Shangyuan, and once exchanged tokens for each other. Confidant, this pile of pieces is enough for you to rule out dissidents for him."

Yu Yuxian raised his head suddenly, showing a horrified expression. She didn't expect the emperor to know everything.

On the other hand, Feng Yu lowered her head tightly, hiding her face distorted from fear. The emperor's means are really unpredictable.

Zhuang Li also looked straight at Feng Ming, with two lines of tears falling on his face unconsciously. His heart was slowly torn, causing an unspeakable pain, because he suddenly realized that Feng Ming in the original plot was not stabbed to death by the spies, but committed suicide.

How could an emperor who knew everything inside and outside the courtroom, everyone, and everything, didn't know Feng Yu's ambitions? How could he let him grow up? Why can't you catch a spy?

He is a monarch who came out of a sea of ​​swords and fires and a blood pool of purgatory. He will not die so easily unless he doesn't want to live anymore.

But why? What has he been through?

Zhuang Li unknowingly asked these doubts in his heart.

7480 flipped through the script and couldn't bear to say: "The goddess's mother was killed by the late emperor's chronic poison. After he was abolished as the prince, the late emperor dug the bones of his mother from the imperial tomb. When I came out, I didn't know where it was thrown. The god wanted to go out of the palace to find it, but was imprisoned in a small courtyard by the late emperor. At first, he sent some spoiled meals, but then nothing.

"The god can only eat grass roots . , ants, mice and birds to survive. Gradually, these things were gone, and he could only starve. There was a well in the yard. He drank the water from the well every day, and he lived for more than 20 days. During these twenty days, he suffered everything. His mother clan secretly dug a tunnel to rescue him and sent him to the border.

"But after all, the late emperor found out about it, so the late emperor beheaded more than 300 people from his mother's family, not even the infants, and piled the heads of these people into a tower and placed them in the city. On both sides of the door, signs were issued, threatening that if the gods did not take the initiative to come back and surrender, the heads would be thrown into the mass graves to feed the dogs.

"You can imagine the pain and anger of the gods at that time. If it wasn't for his uncle who knocked him out, sent him far away overnight, and ordered him to avenge the entire clan in the future, he might have really run back to the capital to die. The gods are the real ghosts who crawled out of hell. He would starve the late emperor to death, slaughter all his brothers, and cut off Liu's head, for no reason.

"He has suffered too many tortures that ordinary people can't imagine." 7480 closed the book and sighed deeply.

Zhuang Li covered his chest and had difficulty breathing. He couldn't imagine what a miserable life Feng Ming would have had if he didn't come. Even if he takes the throne, he does not feel the slightest happiness. He had already become a walking dead.

Zhuang Li looked at the lover in front of him, tears could not stop falling.

"What's wrong with you? But it hurts too much?" Feng Ming quickly grabbed his face and asked anxiously.

"Well, it hurts too much." Zhuang Li covered his chest and gasped.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Feng Ming's heart became numb, and he comforted: "The pain will stop after applying the medicine. I'll take you to the imperial doctor." In a

hurry, he supported the young man in a hurry. Leaving the upper study, leaving behind a crowd of people kneeling down.

Feng Yi boldly shouted: "Uncle Huang, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that Uncle Huang didn't object, he quickly got up and quickly 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 arranged people to come in, and you made an excuse to smash their hands. Are you afraid that others won't know what you want to do against the emperor? How do you test your brain? The number one scholar in the top?"

Yu Yuxian said with a pale face: "The emperor has already left, so this is the end?"

"Why didn't I find you so stupid before?" Feng Yu fixed her eyes on her, and there was no trace of admiration and admiration in her eyes. .

At this moment, a servant came in with two volumes of imperial edicts. One of the volumes was awarded to Feng Yu and the other to Yu Yuxian.

From now on, Feng Yu has been stripped of all honors by the emperor for the crime of forming a party for selfishness and returned to the palace.

King Cheng had a premonition that his own son had a great future and might ascend to the supreme throne in the future, so he invited his second son to be crowned the prince. And the emperor has already approved this memorial.

In other words, Feng Yu, who was returned to the palace, was not even qualified to inherit the palace, let alone inheriting Dayan. From now on, he will become worthless when he was so high.

This sudden turn of events confused all the princes. It was only then that they discovered that the emperor's warning really did not contain any moisture. He can give them everything, and he can destroy everything in an instant.

Yu Yuxian was sacked, and he was charged with spying on the emperor's trail in addition to forming a party for personal gain. As a student at the Hanlin Academy, she would occasionally go to the emperor as a messenger to help write imperial decrees, read memorials and so on.

Taking advantage of her position, she told Feng Yu the whereabouts of the emperor several times. She thought she was doing a perfect job, but she didn't know that Captain Long Jin had already recorded her actions and reported them to the emperor.

Feng Ming saw many things in his eyes, but did not pursue it. He hates this world, and gradually strips himself out of this world.

And Zhuang Li was like a whirlpool, sucking him back in again.

He held the boy's wrist that was so thin that it seemed to break with a single snap, and deeply hated his laissez-faire. This palace, this imperial city, and even this dynasty should be properly rectified.

"Do you know that Yu Yuxian is a woman, right?" Zhuang Li, who was placed on the soft collapse, probed softly.

Holding a hot towel and preparing to wipe his cousin's hands, Feng Yi exclaimed, "What did you say, Yu Yuxian is a woman?"

Zhuang Li just stared at Feng Ming.

Feng Ming nodded and said, "Yes, I already knew about it."

He really knew everything! How could he be assassinated by spies like this? He clearly did it on purpose! Zhuang Li hurriedly closed his eyes tightly to stop the gushing tears.

Feng Ming quickly explained, "My mother is also a female general."

Zhuang Li shook his head, too lazy to tell him. This is not a question of whether a woman can be an official or not.

"He is ill, bipolar disorder, which is a more serious mental illness than depression: when he is good, he is hyperactive and has a bad temper; when he is bad, he is depressed, world-weary and despairing; it is also accompanied by insomnia, auditory hallucinations, and visual hallucinations. , rapid heart rate and other symptoms. If I don't come, he won't be able to last 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 re-examined Feng Ming. With this disease, it is no wonder that others call him a tyrant, because he himself cannot control his temper.

Feng Ming said nervously, "Then I will issue an imperial decree to behead Yu Yuxian?"

Feng Yi: "..." Is Uncle Huang so fickle?

"No, let her go." Zhuang Li shook his head.

If Yu Yuxian is killed on the grounds that women cannot participate in politics, women all over the world will be severely suppressed. This is not what Zhuang Li is happy to see.

Feng Ming asked uncertainly, "Really?"

"Really." Zhuang Li stared at the thick black shadow under his eyes, his heart tingling for a second.

How long has this person hadn't had a good night's sleep?

Feng Ming observed the boy repeatedly and saw that he was really not angry, so he continued to clean up the wound. However, he used the scalded feather to gently wipe off the bright red blood on the palm of the boy's palm, and when he saw the bloody brokenness, he regretted it.

He really should have killed Yu Yuxian!

Feng Yi took the ointment handed over by the imperial doctor and comforted: "Cousin, this purple gold ointment is said to be very effective. It will heal within three days after applying it, and it can also relieve pain." As he spoke, he unscrewed the lid and prepared applicator.

"I'm here." Feng Ming snatched the ointment and lightly smeared it on Zhuang Li's palm with a feather.

Zhuang Li looked at his serious face and suddenly said, "I know that there is a medicine that will heal immediately after applying it."

"What medicine?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice.

Feng Yi immediately pierced through his cousin: "You are bragging again! It will heal immediately when you apply it, that's an elixir!"

Zhuang Li was too lazy to pay attention to his cousin, staring at Feng Ming with his dark eyes without blinking, and said seriously: "Trust me, this medicine is really good. You give me a piece of paper, and I will write down the prescription."

Feng Ming blew lightly on the boy's hand covered with ointment, and said indulgently: "Okay, I'll get you a pen and paper right away."

He handed the ointment to Feng Yi, and personally found a piece of paper and a pen.

Zhuang Li picked up the pen and drew two thin lines on the paper, and instructed, "Cut the paper into strips according to the length and width I set."

Feng Ming followed his words without the slightest impatience.

Feng Yi sat on the side and watched in amazement. Why does he feel that Uncle Huang treats his cousin as conniving as his own son? Could it be that the experience of the cousin triggered the only remaining fatherly love of the uncle?

"Is this ok?" Feng Ming handed over the note.

"Okay." Zhuang Li took the pen in his left hand and wrote a lot of words vertically on the note, but it was not a prescription, but a word.

"Take it, the prescription is hidden in this poem. I'm not going to lie to you, no panacea is as good as it. If I wipe it off, I'll get better in a blink of an eye." Zhuang Li dried the ink on the paper and stuffed it. Enter Feng Ming's palm.

Feng Ming was dumbfounded by him, but he also aroused strong curiosity.

7480 scratched his heart and asked: "Master, I have wanted 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 needs There is too much happiness to heal. But if you give out happiness little by little, his heart that has been riddled with holes will not be able to survive, and will slowly leak out. I want to help him store happiness, and then think about it all at once. Throw it to him. I want him to get better in the shortest time possible."

Zhuang Li looked at Feng Ming, who had been studying the note repeatedly, with a smile of anticipation on his face.