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

Chapter 351

Yu Yuxian wanted to catch up with Zhuang Xiaohui for a few words, but he couldn't run the carriage, so he could only stand on the side of the road and get sullen.

I must go back to the officialdom, otherwise even a woman dares to look down on me! She clenched her fist and made up her mind.

But she also knew that the death day of Duke Cheng'en's mansion was approaching. At this time, everyone in the capital was in danger, and no one dared to go to the emperor to help her. So if you want to plan for a recovery, you have to wait until after this period of time.

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As if in the blink of an eye, the most disturbing day has come.

No one dared to perform in the early morning of this day. Feng Ming sat on the dragon chair absently thinking about something, his eyes were bloodshot, his right hand was resting on his forehead, and his resolute face showed a hint of pain.

For him, who had already endured the most tragic things in the world, this very obvious emotional expression was a sign of danger. That means he's on the verge of breaking out at any moment.

The courtiers lowered their heads one by one, not even daring to breathe. So they couldn't find out that Feng Ming was holding four small silver tubes in the palm of his hand, and four pieces of paper were stuffed in the tubes, which had been studied by him countless times.

The more he can't solve these riddles, the more irritable he becomes, and the more irritable he becomes, the more miserable he becomes. This is a vicious circle.

There is no doubt that he is in a worse mood than ever before.

Today, after waking up, he even had the urge to dig up the late emperor's body and throw his bones into ashes.

The courtiers did not dare to play, and Feng Ming did not have the patience to stay any longer. As usual, he went to the well-preserved Cheng'en Gongfu to worship.

White flags and white lanterns were already hung here, and more than 300 tablets filled the entire wall, like more than 300 wronged souls, staring straight at Feng Ming.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he knelt down and kowtowed his head three times. When he straightened up, his eyes had turned red.

The yellow paper money was piled up into a hill, which Feng Ming was going to burn to his relatives under Huang Quan. One by one, he himself threw them into the fire.

From morning to night, the hill was not burnt until Feng Ming knelt the whole time, his legs were numb.

He staggered to his feet, walked out slowly, bypassed several streets, and came to the front of a small square courtyard.

All Long Jinwei looked like he was facing a great enemy, lest the emperor suddenly go mad, just because this was the place where he was imprisoned.

Feng Ming walked to the door, raised his head to look at the broken plaque, and did not move for a long time. He came every year, but never once went in to see it.

It doesn't feel good when every cell in your body starts to shudder. Even though he became an emperor and was rich all over the world, he still couldn't forget those extremely painful pasts. It was here that he changed from man to ghost.

His cold and hard face slowly twisted and grimly, and his red eyes glowed fiercely.

The uncontrollable violent emotions prompted him to pull out the saber from his waist and slash the door in front of him frantically.

Sawdust splashed, Jin Ming shook, and the silent night was completely broken.

The Dragon Forbidden Captains looked at the almost demented emperor with numb scalps. After smashing the door, they didn't know what the emperor would cut next: maybe it was their guards, or maybe it was the people who lived around, or maybe it was all the living and dead things that stood in front of the emperor's eyes.

At this moment, a head suddenly stuck out from the wall across the street and shouted loudly, "Feng Ming!"

Who would dare to call the emperor's name outright, and at this time?

Captain Long turned their heads to look in unison, but saw a young man in a pink shirt crawling out from the wall of the opposite house, sitting across the wall, waving a small box in his hand, and shouting again and again: "Phoenix Ming Feng Ming Feng Ming!"

Long Jinwei swiped and pulled out the sabres from their waists.

However, a miracle happened. The emperor, who was already in a frenzy, heard these calls, slowly put down the big sword, slowly turned his head, and his red eyes leaked a trace of clarity.

"Zhuang Li?" He responded hoarsely.

"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 pieces of paper were like four little snakes, biting his hand and his heart day and night. Even if he didn't meet the death anniversary of the clan, he was going crazy.

"I don't want to know." He walked to the wall, looked up at the young man's still beautiful face like a hibiscus flower, and smiled coldly.

"Then I'll take it back." Zhuang Li stuffed the small wooden box into his sleeve.

Feng Ming: "..."

In just two sentences of dialogue, he was completely awake, and the bloodshot eyes were quietly retreating.

"Give it to me." Feng Ming stretched out his hand.

Zhuang Li bent down, put the box into his palm gently, and explained, "This thing is called a cipher stick. You can figure out how to play it yourself."

Feng Ming gave him a deep look, then turned his head and left, without putting him at all. It means hugging the wall.

The cold wind blew past and rolled up the paper money.

Feng Ming boarded the carriage and ordered in a deep voice, "Go back to the palace."

So the convoy headed for the majestic palace city, leaving Zhuang Li riding on the top of the wall to blow the cold wind.

7480 sighed: "This god is so cool! He actually said he would leave!"

"He will be back soon." Zhuang Li said firmly.

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As soon as he entered the carriage, Feng Ming opened the box and found a six-diamond-shaped wooden stick and two other notes full of words lying inside.

He picked up the stick in one hand and the note in the other, and looked at it over and over for a while, then the turbidity and hostility in the red eyeballs all dissipated, and it turned to radiate light.

He hurriedly took out the other four pieces of paper, wrapped them one by one on the prismatic wooden stick in the order in which they were received, and slowly turned each plane to check the concatenated words.

Finally, on one of the planes, there was such an endless sentence——【Because I want to see you. 】

Feng Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at it in disbelief.

Under what circumstances was this sentence written? That's right, he went to the study room that day and asked Zhuang Li why he was in such a hurry to come to study. He looked at him with misty eyes and wrote this sentence.

At that time, his face flushed with shame, and he pinched Feng Ming's fingertips and poked his soft cheeks lightly.

Feng Ming will never forget the wonderful feeling of touching a drop of dew on the tip of the lotus.

So, is this the answer that Zhuang Li was ashamed to say at the time?

Why rush to the study? Because I want to see you!

Feng Ming clenched his teeth subconsciously, having finally pieced together his memories. As soon as the ecstasy came to his heart, he was suppressed by him, because he couldn't believe that such a beautiful thing could happen to him.

However, while he tried his best to deny the possibility of happiness, he shook his hand and wrapped the second note around the password stick.

Slowly turning, a line of text appeared in his eyes——【Just give me a kiss. 】

How did this sentence come about?

Yes, on that day. Zhuang Li's palm was smashed by Yu Yuxian, and he said that there is a medicine that can be effective as soon as it is applied. So is this the good medicine in his mouth? A kiss on the wound?

Tears gleamed faintly in Feng Ming's red eyes, he shook his head, he still couldn't believe these incomparably moving words, so he hurriedly wrapped the third note.

A witty sentence came into view——【When I see you, I feel so happy. 】

It turns out that Zhuang Li refused to endorse the book well, but just lay on the table and stared at himself with his head tilted. Is it because he would feel happy? It turned out that his mood was exactly the same as his own.

Feng Ming covered his chest, suppressing the more and more intense throbbing.

The fourth note was nearly torn by his trembling fingertips. He had to stop sweating profusely, taking several deep breaths before continuing cautiously.

So the answer he cared about the most also appeared——【Because I want to stay with you for a while. 】

Why do you pretend that you don't know how to endorse it, and then stay by my side?

Because I want to stay with you a little longer.

Because seeing you makes me so happy.

This is the problem that has plagued Feng Ming for so many days. There is no need for quick success, and there is no desire for power. The only thing Zhuang Li admires is Feng Ming.

Are these words believable? is that true? Could it be that he was too eager and had hallucinations? Feng Ming's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heart beat faster than ever.

An extremely strong and turbulent emotion was about to burst his head.

He was dizzy for a while, then shook his hand and wrapped the fifth note around the cipher stick. As soon as he saw the line of text, the tears he had held back for a long time fell.

[Just meeting for the first time, I feel that I love you so much. I wonder if you are the same as me? 】

Yes, it is the same! It turned out that the strong throbbing and panic when we met for the first time were only from the phrase "I love you". He was timidly afraid to face himself, but the young man had already tried to knock on the door of his heart.

Feng Ming stared at this line of text, his eyes turned red again, not because of violence, but because of ecstasy and moving.

He quickly wrapped the last piece of paper, but saw one of the planes spell out this sentence: [I will wait for you at the same place, if your mood is the same as mine, please come back and hug me? 】

Feng Ming carefully rolled these notes into small rolls and hid them in the silver tube, while hurriedly shouting: "Turn around, turn around! I want to go back!"

It was not easy for a convoy of several hundred people to turn around. There was a commotion with the guards.

Feng Ming couldn't wait any longer, opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, running back desperately.

Wait for me, be sure to wait for me!

He kept shouting in his heart, praying devoutly, clearly running on the dark street, but seemed to be approaching the splendid light spot. Somewhere in front of him hides the greatest happiness in his life.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a boy with a red lantern and a pink robe sitting on the wall with his legs dangling.

He is the only light in this dark night.

Feng Ming's tears almost came out of his eyes. It turns out that after the ecstasy, I can feel even more ecstasy.

The young man immediately stood up and looked at him condescendingly, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, and his soft voice was like a murmur of spring water

. "I'll take you back." The

young man bent down, stretched out his hand still tied with gauze, and said with a light smile, "This one needs to be kissed!"

Feng Ming grinned, but tears rolled down his face unknowingly. .

"I'm going to dance!" Zhuang Li didn't give him any time to buffer, and immediately threw himself into his arms.

Feng Ming, who hugged him tightly, felt in a trance that he was hugging the happiness of the whole world.