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

There were strong emotions suppressed in Cen Feiyu's eyes. It seemed that these secret guards had found him a long time ago and had been lurking beside him for a long time, only jumping out when the time was right.

Just threatening him.

But he didn't know when Feng He... had become so important to him.

Almost as soon as Cen Feiyu finished speaking, the two secret guards knelt on one knee and expressed their loyalty to him.

"I am Yingyi, your subordinate, and I swear to be loyal to the Hua Dynasty until death."

"I am Ying Er, and I swear to be loyal to the Hua Dynasty until death."

The one who threatened Cen Feiyu just now was Ying Yi, and the one who grabbed his hand was Ying Er.

Cen Feiyu asked them to get up.

Ying Yi said, "Master, when are you willing to leave with us? Then we will teach you martial arts, military tactics, and strategies."

Cen Feiyu's eyes flashed, "I don't want to leave yet. I'll tell you when I've made up my mind."

Ying Yi was silent for a long while, and finally said nothing. He only gave Cen Feiyu the basic martial arts secrets and books on military strategies.

"I am waiting for you."

As soon as the words fell, Ying Yi and Ying Qi disappeared immediately.

"Brother, the master..."

Ying'er was confused. He wondered why Ying'yi didn't just take Cen Feiyu away directly. Anyway, Cen Feiyu had already agreed to their plan.

"It will be difficult to restore the Hua Dynasty, after all, the Sheng Dynasty is not weak. The master already has a weakness at this age... It is really not a good thing. However, if we can take advantage of it and give them a few more years to cultivate their feelings, then I think the master will definitely be able to restore the dynasty for this Miss Feng."

Ying Er understood but didn't comprehend. He didn't understand human love and couldn't judge to what extent one party could do for another.

Cen Feiyu lit a candle in the room and started reading the secret book. He started with the martial arts secret book.

After all, he was unable to subdue Ying Er just now, and he didn't even notice the existence of Ying Yi.

[Ding! The secret guard has found Cen Feiyu.]

Feng He was shocked. What was supposed to come finally came.

"When will Cen Feiyu usurp the throne? Is he going to leave with the secret guards?"

The system hesitated for a moment, and said strangely, "He didn't leave, but stayed. He is now improving his physical strength and learning the art of war."

Feng He was also puzzled, "Well, let him stay here."

Anyway, Feng He just pretended that she knew nothing and everything was the same as before.

Cen Feiyu secretly learned the secret techniques. He learned very quickly, and sometimes when he was with Feng He he could practice his riding and archery skills.

The operation of Fenghe has always been contracted by Cen Feiyu.

So Feng He accepted the gentleman's repeated praises with a guilty conscience.

The Marquis' wife also knew about this matter. She praised Feng He lovingly and had not asked about Feng He's needlework, music, chess, calligraphy and painting for a long time.

Feng He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But this is definitely not a long-term solution.

It was not until the end of classes in June this year that the school's unified examination revealed Feng He's true colors.

There's no need to push him physically, after all, he's always been at the bottom of the list. Even with Zhao Changyu's guidance, his poor physical fitness can't sustain his superb skills.

The main room was quiet.

"boom!"

The Marquis's wife slapped the table, breaking the eerie silence. Feng He, who was standing there at a loss, trembled in fear.

"He'er, how did you get your grades? Why did the teacher always praise you for doing a good job on your homework? Now that you're taking the test, your true colors are exposed?"

Mrs. Hou said without smiling.

Feng He shivered a little and wanted to act coquettishly again: "Mom... Mom, I..."

"I heard that the general's child is good friends with you. Do you often go to play there? He also taught you horse riding and archery?" The marquis's wife interrupted him.

Feng He nodded hesitantly.

Madam Hou calmed down and said, "The young general is a man of both civil and military talents. Why don't you learn from him when you are friends with such an outstanding person?"

Feng He had nothing to say.

Cen Feiyu had been standing on the right side behind Feng He, and seemed to be also lowering his head to be scolded.

Mrs. Hou looked at Feng He with disappointment, she knew she couldn't scold her too harshly.

She turned her anger directly to Cen Feiyu: "Tell me honestly, who helped him do the young lady's homework?"

Feng He glanced at Cen Feiyu secretly, with a somewhat pitiful expression.

Cen Feiyu paused for a moment and admitted directly: "It was my subordinate. The lady asked me to sit next to him every time he was in class and serve him tea and grind ink. I also got the opportunity to audit the class."

Madam Hou rolled her eyes and said, "You mean, you did all the homework for the young lady? Because you attended the class with the young lady."

Cen Feiyu nodded.

The Marquis's wife lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. Feng He secretly raised her eyes to look at her.

The Marquis’ wife finally spoke: “I think you are a talented person. You can sit in on a few classes and help the young lady with her homework and you will be praised by the teacher. Otherwise, you can teach the young lady during the summer vacation in July and August.”

Although Madam Hou asked in an interrogative tone, her tone did not sound like a request at all.

Feng He's eyes widened. What the hell! In ancient times, he actually had to take extra classes during the summer vacation!

Madam Hou glanced at Feng He nonchalantly and said, "I don't ask you to learn anything, but at least improve your simple arithmetic and calligraphy. His brain..."

Feng He pouted in grievance, it’s his vacation!!!

"If you can help Miss improve, getting promoted and getting rich will not be a problem. If you want, I can also arrange a good marriage for you..."

Mrs. Hou said this to Cen Feiyu.

Cen Feiyu paused and said, "Thank you, Madam, but I don't need it."

"Well, you are worthy of the lady's trust in you and sticking with you every day. I think you are of excellent character, appearance, talent and learning, and you will become a great man in the future."

What Madam Hou said is true.

It’s not that she didn’t want to invite professionals to teach, but because Feng He had already angered several people away.

Feng He's original plan for a happy and fulfilling summer vacation was aborted.

As expected, Cen Feiyu made a detailed study plan for him, with calligraphy practice and calculations accounting for the majority of the daily study.

Feng He was tortured so much that he was in so much pain that he wanted to throw ink directly on Cen Feiyu's righteous and impartial face several times.

Feng He was not good at writing, so he started from the most basic strokes, and he also started from the simplest in arithmetic.

He secretly curled his lips, thinking that the original owner was really stupid and couldn't even do such simple arithmetic.

Now he has to be very stupid to be affected by it. It's really annoying.

Feng He spent a lot of time under Cen Feiyu's oppression.

Feng He was sleepy and could not study for a long time. Every time he started writing, he felt sleepy and fell asleep while writing.

The crystal saliva dripped onto the fine white rice paper, the ink stained Feng He's pink face, and the mottled bamboo shadows of the sunlight moving westward outside the window fell on Feng He's body.

Every time this happened, Cen Feiyu, who was reading a book at the side, would take out a thin blanket and cover Feng He with it.

Then he continued reading, waiting for Feng He to wake up.

Sometimes when Feng He came across difficult characters he didn’t know, Cen Feiyu would ask him to read them and explain them to him.

Finally, she would hug him from behind and teach him to write the word.

Feng He looked at a word in the ancient text and humbly asked, "How do you read this word?"

Cen Feiyu moved from the book in his hand to Feng He's slender, white fingers like green onions.

Written on the yellowed paper was a "惗".

He paused, then said, "It's pronounced '惗', which means remembrance and love."