Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

Zhuang Li leaned on the car window and looked out.

The coachman ran to the door of the Zhuang Mansion, knocked a few times, and waited for the concierge to poke his head out of the small corner door impatiently, then took out a token from his pocket and lit it.

The concierge suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if frightened, and bowed several times before turning around and running towards the backyard, his back was very panicked.

Not long after, two servants hurriedly opened the red-painted main entrance, hung two huge lanterns on both sides of the gateposts, knelt down a few meters away, and kowtowed a few times.

Looking inside from the open door, servants were busy coming and going, some were cleaning, some were hanging small lanterns on the eaves, and some were cleaning the stone slabs in front of the door with a rag.

The sound of cock crowing, occasionally mixed with a few dogs barking, completely broke the silence of the night.

It was already midnight, the master and servants of the Zhuang Mansion were almost asleep, but they were all awakened by the arrival of one person, and started the grand welcome work.

Zhuang Li pointed to the bright Zhuang Mansion, then pointed to the Panlong jade pendant tied around the man's waist, and pretended to suddenly realize: "Are you Feng Yi's uncle?"

Feng Yi is the fat boy.He was originally the eldest son of Prince Ping's mansion, and Prince Ping is the cousin of the current Holy Majesty.

The fact that the man and Feng Yi are uncle and nephew means that he is either a prince or the ruler of the dynasty.

But the princes of this dynasty have long been deprived of all power by the current emperor, and they are just a group of idlers who have been kept in captivity. Their arrival will not make such a big fanfare for the dignified Hubu Shangshu.

So Zhuang Li pointed to the sky, further hinting at the identity of the man.Now he already knows that his lover is called Feng Ming in this life.

Feng Yi covered her forehead and groaned inaudibly.Cousin, since you already guessed it, why ask?Is it not good for you to hide in the corner and hold quail?Why are you so blind?

Zhuang Xiaohui's fingertips twitched slightly, not because of fear, but because of an irresistible urge to beat her brother up.

How did the king get the throne today, who doesn't know who doesn't know in the Great Yan Kingdom?Facing such a master who his six relatives do not recognize, why doesn't my brother know how to be afraid?

"You guessed it." The man's low voice made the night even thicker.

He stared at the boy intently, waiting for his next reaction. Should he kneel down and kowtow in fear, or cover his mouth and keep silent?

However, he didn't like these two reactions.

The man's thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, his face was cold and serious, and he looked even more terrifying.

The cold sweat on Feng Yi's forehead had gathered into bean-sized drops of water, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off.

Zhuang Xiaohui lowered her head and grabbed the hem of her skirt tightly.

Zhuang Li stared wide-eyed, stunned for a few seconds, then rolled up his sleeves, exposed his slender arms, and asked incoherently, "Do you think I'm thin?"

The man stared at the dazzlingly white arm, and gave a low hum.

Zhuang Li patted his thin chest again, and continued: "How many beatings do you think my small body can withstand?"

The man's cold and serious expression froze slightly, and he didn't expect him to ask such a strange question at all.

Feng Yi and Zhuang Xiaohui held their foreheads and covered their faces, their already extremely unstable emotions were on the verge of collapse.Knowing that he is the emperor, can't you say a few words less?If you still resist a few beatings, you will die if you go down two boards!

The two originally thought that the emperor would definitely be annoyed by Zhuang Li's strange questions one after another, but something even stranger happened. The emperor actually looked at him seriously, shook his head and said: "Don't worry, I won't let you be beaten."

Huh?What does it mean?What charades are the two playing?Feng Yi and Zhuang Xiaohui were stunned.

Zhuang Li heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled and frowned, poked the hibiscus flower in the man's palm with his fingertips, and said briskly, "I knew you were a good person."

There seemed to be a little smile flowing from the man's dark eyes, but it quickly disappeared.He had long forgotten what pleasure felt like.

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Zhuang Ai hurried out with his wife and a pair of children.

"Go down." The man ordered in a deep voice.

Zhuang Xiaohui and Feng Yi had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate and climb out of the carriage, and stood timidly aside.

Zhuang Li also wanted to climb down, but the man's strong arms wrapped around his waist.In the end, he was carried down.The man gently placed him on the ground, like caring for a fragile object.

This is the gentleness that men never reveal to the outside world.

Zhuang Ai led the whole family to kneel down and saluted. After being allowed to stand up, he carefully raised his eyes, looked at the Holy One, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Why are you here?" He pointed at Zhuang Li and Zhuang Xiaohui, then looked at his wife, as if he understood something.

Mrs. Zhuang Hu's expression was a little flustered.

So Zhuang Ai immediately looked away, unable to bear to show his doubts about his wife in front of others.

Just now he ordered his wife to call Zhuang Li and Zhuang Xiaohui to come out to meet him, but his wife said that they were so sleepy that they couldn't move.He also lost his temper at that time, threatening to send the holy majesty away and give the siblings a good lesson, but it turned out that it wasn't that they couldn't yell, but that his wife didn't yell at all, otherwise she wouldn't be ignorant of their house. There was no one there.

The wife doesn't want the two brothers and sisters to show their faces in front of the emperor, right?As a mother, she will inevitably think more about her own children.Without the two brothers and sisters disrupting the situation, Yuqing and Yunzhu might be able to please the Holy Majesty.

Zhuang Ai understood his wife's little thoughts, but he didn't feel annoyed.Compared with Zhuang Li and Zhuang Xiaohui, a pair of worthless people, his heart is naturally inclined to the eldest son and the youngest daughter.

He cupped his hands and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, why are my two sons and daughters with you? I don't know anything about them running out in the middle of the night."

Although he didn't know what happened, he had already cleared his responsibility first.This is by no means a loving father.

Feng Ming raised his jaw, and said in a cold tone, "Go in and talk."

"It's my negligence. Your Majesty, please." Zhuang Ai immediately bent over and invited him in.

Zhuang Li followed Feng Ming step by step, enjoying Zhuang's kind and attentive service.Someone knocked on the curtain when passing the door, someone raised a lantern when turning a lane, and someone stretched out his arms and shouted respectfully when going up the steps: "Please be careful where you step."

It doesn't feel too honorable.

With his hands behind his back, he sneakily hooked his index fingers at Feng Yi and Zhuang Xiaohui, signaling them to follow closely.

Feng Yi and Zhuang Xiaohui had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow, their faces turning pale and red, hurt by Zhuang Ai's and Hu's sharp eyes.

On weekdays, they often hear people say how Zhuang Li is so generous and cheeky, but they don't feel much in their hearts.They would even argue with these people anxiously, saying that Zhuang Li was not as bad as they described.

However, today they discovered that those people outside really did not wrong Zhuang Li.When it comes to being bold and thick-skinned, he is definitely the first in this imperial city!The future crown prince, Feng Yu, was not as calm as he was in front of the emperor.

The two walked tremblingly, but Zhuang Li suddenly staggered.

Feng Ming immediately stretched out his arms to hug him, and said in a low tone, "Keep an eye on the road."

"I can't see at night." Zhuang Li hugged his arm tightly, with a hint of tension in his voice.

The flower building was brightly lit and Zhuang Xiaohui dragged him all the way, but he didn't realize that this body was suffering from night blindness.This is a disease caused by severe lack of nutrition. It seems that the original owner's physical condition is worse than he expected.

Feng Ming is also very clear about what this disease is.

He held the young man's slender hand, and his tone was much softer than before: "Then I will hold you."

He obviously slowed down his pace. Every time he met a corner, a step, or a threshold, he always reminded him in advance. Although there was no expression on his face, his attitude was extremely gentle and patient.

The servant who carried the lantern for them also felt that the candle was too dim, and wanted to change to a brighter one, but the emperor waved his hand and refused.

The accompanying Zhuang Ai didn't show it on the face, but his heart was full of shock and doubt.He has been in the court for many years, and he has a certain understanding of the emperor's temper.The emperor was far more cold-blooded and ruthless than the outside rumors.The care and patience he showed to Zhuang Li is absolutely unprecedented.

but why?Is there anything about Zhuang Li that deserves the emperor's attention?

Zhuang Ai couldn't figure this out even though he was thinking hard.

At the same time, Feng Ming, who was walking, turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yuqing and Zhuang Yunzhu who were walking in the dark without hindrance, a cold look flashed across his eyes.

He knew better than anyone how such a family would treat the four children differently. He also came here a few years ago.

A group of people marched into the main courtyard and entered the inner hall.Melons, fruits, snacks, and tea have already been placed on the table in a dazzling array.

Zhuang Li, who was finally able to see his surroundings clearly, heaved a sigh of relief.It's really uncomfortable to be blind every night.

Feng Ming let go of his hand, but couldn't help but twist his fingertips.The delicate and soft touch was something he had never experienced before.

Zhuang Ai held a cup of hot tea.

Feng Ming didn't pick it up, his tone was very cold: "Leave it alone."

A drop of cold sweat slowly fell from the corner of Zhuang Ai's forehead, thinking about what he did not do properly, which actually annoyed the emperor.Even if he is a first-rank official, he will still be trembling in front of the emperor, walking on thin ice.

Zhuang Li lay on the table and muttered, "I'm thirsty."

His cheeks were stained with two blushes, his eyes were still wet, his body was soft and boneless, and he looked completely drunk.

Zhuang Ai turned her back to the emperor and gave him a hard look, then waved her hand, "Pour a cup of hot tea for the second young master."

He didn't order, and the servants in the room didn't think that Zhuang Li was the master who needed to serve.

Feng Ming's eyes were so dark that there was not a trace of light.Through these small details, it is not difficult for him to guess what kind of life the young man lived in the dealer.

A maid picked up the teapot and poured water.

Feng Ming dismissed the other party with a wave of his hand, then picked up the hot tea that Zhuang Ai had prepared for him, took a sip to test the temperature, felt it was hot, blew it lightly, and then fed it to Zhuang Li's lips.

"It's hot, drink it slowly." He whispered.

Zhuang Li took a few sips slowly, and then lay down again.

"If you don't know how to drink, don't drink." Feng Ming reprimanded with a slightly harsh tone.

Zhuang Li was originally lying on the table with his head half tilted, but now he covered his entire face with his arms, as if he was impatient to listen to these nagging.

Seeing his wanton actions, Feng Yi and Zhuang Xiaohui's moods had gradually turned from fear to numbness, while the others were terrified.