Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He thought for a while and blurted out, "You will be punished by having to warm my bed every day! And you will also have to make the bed, fold the quilt, and serve me meals!"

Haha, he caused a lot of trouble for Cen Feiyu at once!

It made him tired and annoyed.

Vicious value, come on!

When Cen Feiyu heard Feng He's words, he was stunned. He looked at Feng He strangely and suspiciously.

Feng He felt a chill on her back when she was looked at by him. Did what he just said go against the original character's setting?

I think should not be.

Cen Feiyu was thinking: Is this really a punishment? Helping Feng He to pull the bed and fold the quilt should be the best job.

There's also bed warming... Men and women shouldn't touch each other, is Feng He so stupid that he doesn't understand this?

Before, the lady punished him by making him kneel on the ground and not giving him food.

Cen Feiyu didn't say anything, but looked at Feng He with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Feng He tried her best to ignore Cen Feiyu's gaze.

He asked the system in his heart: What is my mission in this world?

[Ding! The main quest is released: Become the queen who is second only to the emperor and above all others, and keep the prosperity and wealth of the Marquisate, and don’t let the Marquisate fall apart.]

Feng He felt okay when she heard the first sentence, after all, this was what the original owner always said.

But the latter sentence made him frown, and he asked the system with some confusion: Should I stop Cen Feiyu from becoming the emperor?

[Heh, do you think you have this ability?]

Feng He was speechless. Yes, he is the male lead!

But...if Cen Feiyu becomes the emperor, the Marquis' Mansion will definitely be in trouble. Cen Feiyu hates this place so much.

Then...then how can I become the queen? I have to marry Cen Feiyu in the future, but...but he hates me so much now, his favorability is negative.

[…work hard to achieve both.]

Feng He fainted because of the difficulty of the task.

Cen Feiyu looked at Feng He, who fell asleep quickly after drinking the medicine. He paused, silently lowered the bed curtain, and went out with the medicine bowl.

[Ding! Favorability +5, current favorability -30.]

Feng He hid under the quilt, thinking about how to complete the task.

Since we want to protect the Marquis' Mansion, we must not let it come into conflict with Cen Feiyu.

[In the original world, the Marquis' Mansion only bought Cen Feiyu to be a servant, but as soon as he arrived, he was chosen by the original owner, who then ignored him.

The original owner was furious and always punished Cen Feiyu. He also ordered everyone in the Marquis' Mansion not to show any kindness to Cen Feiyu.

The original owner's status in the Marquis' Mansion was already extremely honorable, and no one would disobey him.

This caused the entire Marquisate to target Cen Feiyu, which accumulated his hatred towards the Marquisate.

Feng He seemed to be thinking about something. He asked: Have I ordered everyone in the Marquis' Mansion to target Cen Feiyu?

[Yes. ]

Feng He fainted and died.

This plot is really good!

Nearly half a month had passed by the time Feng He completely recovered from her illness.

In fact, the original owner is fifteen years old this year and has just reached the age of marriage.

The prosperous dynasty was open-minded and both boys and girls could go to school.

Children of officials like Fenghe all attended schools run by the royal family.

The contents of their daily studies were rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics.

Ladies of noble families also need to learn several other skills: needlework, flower arranging, tea tasting, etc.

Feng He is always at the bottom of the class in every subject in school.

His calligraphy is as slow as a dog's crawl, he can't do arithmetic clearly, and he has no sense of etiquette. He is even worse than before in courses related to physical fitness.

So when Feng He went to school, she was extremely distressed.

In fact, he should have gone to school a long time ago, but because of the cold spring weather, he caught a cold, and now he has a stomach upset so he has to postpone it for a while.

He will go to school tomorrow.

Feng He was woken up by the maids early this morning.

"Miss, please get up quickly. It's already Mao time."

Feng He was in a daze as she was helped to put on her clothes, wash and dress up.

He secretly asked the system in his mind: Hmm, what is Mao Shi? What time is it?

[It’s already half past six.]

Feng He looked sad when she heard this. What? Why do I have to get up so early?

Feng He was arranged neatly and tidyly by the maids.

Her little face was pale with a hint of pink, and her eyes were misty and sleepy.

"Miss, don't forget to bring Xiao Zhuzi with you."

The nanny reminded from behind.

When Feng He heard the word "Little Bamboo", he immediately shuddered and came to his senses.

Feng He asked the system in confusion: Why do you want to bring the male lead?

[Each student can bring a student with him/herself to the academy. Last year, you brought Cen Feiyu because you felt it was more prestigious to bring him with you. Most importantly, when the teacher called your name and asked you to recite or do arithmetic, you would force the male protagonist to tell tales to you.]

So that's how it is. Feng He nodded in understanding.

Not bad, not bad. This is a hidden bodyguard of a genius.

"Oh, okay." Feng He responded to the nanny obediently.

He was called to have breakfast with his mother.

Feng He went to the front hall and had breakfast with her parents.

The breakfast was very rich. Considering the young lady's delicate stomach, the lady's breakfast today was carefully selected.

Feng He took the stewed, steaming yam and minced meat porridge handed to her by her mother.

He drank his porridge obediently.

Mmm! It tastes delicious.

"He'er, you must study hard when you go to school this year. You must not lag behind in arithmetic, calligraphy, and etiquette. I don't have any other requirements."

The graceful and elegant marquis' wife looked at Feng He eating breakfast with loving eyes and said in a serious tone.

Feng He paused and replied vaguely: "Okay, mother, I will study hard this year."

"Hey, good boy."

The Marquis's lady's seriousness was gone, leaving only kindness.

Feng He's face turned red and she cheered herself up secretly.

"By the way, He'er, how's the needlework assignment I assigned to you going? It's been a month."

The Marquis’ wife suddenly remembered and asked Feng He a question.

Feng He froze. He had only found the embroidery last time, but it had been lying on the desk gathering dust for such a long time...

Feng He smiled awkwardly and said nothing, but looked at the Marquis's wife pitifully with a pair of affectionate eyes.

The Marquis's wife paused, and she swallowed the urging and slight reprimand that she was about to say.

She sighed and touched Feng He's hair helplessly.

Feng He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his eating pace.

Feng He was about to leave after finishing her meal, but Madam Hou couldn't help but remind her from behind.

"Good boy, don't let yourself get too tired in class. If you don't want to go, come back."

Feng He was so moved that he almost cried. He turned around and nodded heavily.

It was almost noon after dinner. Feng He quickened his pace and walked out of the gate of the Marquis' Mansion.

I saw a luxurious and expensive carriage parked in front of the majestic vermilion gate, and Cen Feiyu was standing in front of the carriage carrying a wooden box.

Feng He looked at the familiar carriage, which seemed to be the same carriage he had taken when shopping before.

[The Marquis's Mansion raised horses, and the original owner had his own carriage and driver.]

Feng He nodded in understanding.

Tsk tsk tsk, you are really rich.