The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 27:

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This meant she had to lay the floor. Feng Zhiwei lowered her head and stared at the pillow, warning herself a hundred times:

You must not grab a pillow and throw yourself at him to cover his mouth... Absolutely not, no, no, no...

Breathe in... The booklet said that when you encounter something that makes you so angry that you are about to explode, first breathe in three times...

After three puffs, Feng Zhiwei calmed down.

Isn’t it just sleeping on the floor, isn’t it just being kicked out of the bed, isn’t it just that a man has taken over his own bed and he is not allowed to take over other people’s beds.

Just think of yourself as his maid. The maids all sleep beside the bed.

Feng Zhiwei started to make the bed with the footrest beside the bed. The quilt was half-cushioned and half-covered, and the pillows were placed neatly. The half-open window blew the spring night wind, entering the room, and the refreshing fragrance made her feel angry. His mood was half washed away, he raised his head, facing the stars in the dark blue sky, and showed a shallow smile.

Being alive, always living, never missing the fragrance of flowers in every good season, is already very good, very good.

Gu Nanyi suddenly moved on the bed.

He leaned down and met Feng Zhi's slightly raised smile. Through a layer of gauze, his eyes were as fixed as the abyss, and he met her gentle smile.

That faint smile blooms at an impossible moment, like the buds of pear blossoms with condensation at midnight, silently enchanting in the east wind.

The spring night was blurry, the gauze floated, and a layer of gauze was as dense as mist. He looked at it silently behind the mist, and she smiled lightly in front of the mist.

There is no reason for the silence at this moment, but even those who have always been trapped in their own world do not want to be shocked.

It may seem like a long time, but the encounter is actually very short.

In just a moment, he walked back to his own world, forgetting the shock just now.

Feng Zhiwei had already averted his gaze, not understanding what the zombie jade sculpture, which never made an extra move, was doing.

She lay down comfortably, wrapped in a quilt on the narrow footrest, and fell asleep.

She seemed to have quickly fallen into a dream, the smile on her lips gradually dissipated, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was sinking into a tangled and painful life.

The man on the bed was breathing as calmly as ever, and fell into sleep. His veil flickered gently, and no one could guess the world in his dream, or see his expression behind the veil.

Perhaps, there is no dream, no expression.

Outside the window, the moonlight is tranquil.

Feng Zhiwei soon learned the consequences of being impulsive and foolish.

It’s not just about sleeping on the pedals, it also includes lessons such as: Master Gu is noble and precious, and is extremely delicate. For example, the material of his clothes must not be heavy or rough, it must be light and soft, the lighter and less, the better, just like another For example, the clothes must be wrinkle-free and uneven. If the clothes don't look right one day, he will directly throw out Feng Zhiwei, who is responsible for taking care of his clothes.

Yes, he is responsible for taking care of clothes. Not only that, Feng Zhiwei has also been completely reduced to doing all the daily chores, clothes, starching and so on. It is impossible to expect Yan Huaishi to do these things. How can the young master do it? It's good to take care of it yourself, but Master Gu can throw Feng Zhiwei from the house to the roof even if the clothes are a little dirty.

Feng Zhiwei thought sadly, as expected, a cheap entourage can’t be held in check, how can this be her companion? This is obviously her uncle.

At this moment, she took out her soapy hand from the basin, looked down at the expensive and soft robes and trousers in the basin, and thought very maliciously and ambiguously - why has Gu Nanyi never been washed? Obscene clothes?

Thinking about this, her face turned slightly red, and then she heard the sound of the Qingyue bell. She wiped her hands, took her books and went to class.

She is assigned to the School of Political History, and everyone is looking at her as she passes by - she is a student who has become very popular in this school recently - her mysterious entourage has added a lot of popularity to her. It is said that someone in the school made a bet on Gu Nanyi's veil. He must have a pockmarked face.

Yes, he has a pockmarked face, and his character is even more pitted than Pockmarked!

However, she is still very interested in the teachings at the academy. The academic style of the academy is open-minded and the learning is diverse. It is not limited to the classics and history. Sometimes there are even political theory classes - discussion classes on previous dynasties and even current affairs, although they are relatively obscure. But it is also very beneficial. Most of the teachers do not introduce their identities and only give a vague surname. However, it is said that some teachers have unusual identities. They are not only contemporary Confucian scholars, but also some noble officials of the imperial court.

Today's class is political theory, the subject that Feng Zhiwei is most interested in. The gray-haired Mr. Hu proposed a new topic.

"In the 13th year of Dacheng's reign, on Emperor Li's 40th birthday, the princes presented gifts. Among them, the fourth prince who was deeply loved by the emperor in the border town of Yuanzhen. Because his majesty was a horse and loved horses very much, he went through all kinds of troubles to find them. Here comes a top-notch horse, protected by heavy troops. This gift will definitely please His Majesty. At that time, the emperor had not yet appointed a prince, and the four princes were very vocal - I would like to ask you, what should you do if you are an adviser to other princes? Any suggestions for me to deal with this matter?"

The whole hall was silent for a moment. The students with extraordinary backgrounds were shocked by this direct and ambiguous question. Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyelashes. Emperor Li of Dacheng did not live past the age of forty at all. Emperor Li The fourth prince was very weak and had never guarded the border. Which emperor and prince of that dynasty were these referring to?

This question today is weird...

Do you want to answer?

She was meditating silently, not noticing the special atmosphere around her, and at some point, a figure appeared half-hidden and half-revealed in the shade of the trees outside the house.

"Look for a better gift and give it a try!" After a moment of silence, someone said loudly.

Half of the people agreed, and the old gentleman stroked his beard and remained silent.

"Communicate with the ministers and do tricks on the horse!"

Everyone had expressions of laughter and agreement, and the old man shook his head slightly.

"Kill that horse!"

The voice was clear and murderous, full of determination to move forward. Everyone was shocked and turned their heads. Feng Zhiwei turned around and saw a beautiful face.

That was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. His eyes were as bright as a knife, but the outline of his eyebrows was a little uncoordinated and stiff. He seemed to have changed his appearance. She stared at the boy's face. Look, I vaguely feel that the general outline of that face is somewhat familiar.