One day, Murong Chong went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion early in the morning as usual, but unexpectedly Master Chen had already come, there was still a person sitting in front of Master Chen, the man looked back at him, Murong Chong was surprised, it was Fu Jian, and he really hadn't seen him for more than a month.

Fu Jian was staring at him, Murong Chong was thin, but his spirit was excellent, there was a momentum in it that he had never seen before, which made him look very different, only the left corner of the eyebrow showed a circle of flesh showing some tender red, I think it was a commemoration of the battle in the academy, that time should have been very badly injured, but it added a touch of color to his pink and snow-white face, as if he had painted eyebrow makeup at the corner of his eyebrows, which was extremely charming and moving.

Murong Chong panicked, and hurriedly knelt down and said "Your Majesty", Fu Jian's face was faint, and said: "The old gentleman's class is good, I came here to listen, we are classmates, you don't have to be restrained!" ”

Murong Chong had no choice but to sit on another seat, but it was impossible to be unrestrained, his buttocks were like sitting on pins and needles, but he didn't dare to move, and his whole body froze.

Chen Fuzi asked him to hand in the homework he had written, looked at it and nodded, and said, "It's quite insightful, but this word is really ...... Your Majesty, your handwriting is good, you have time to teach him, so that his handwriting can be seen and talented. ”

Murong Chong's face immediately turned red, indeed, he even held the pen in an awkward posture, and Hengjian skimming was drawn, not written.

Fu Jian didn't look at Murong Chong either, took a look at his homework, and said lightly: "This character is indeed not the same, I'm sorry for the good writing, I came to teach you to write, how about it?" ”

Murong Chong's heart was cold, it seemed that Fu Jian's interest in him had not faded, but he was just using the reason for writing...... He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty is busy with political affairs, and the servants can go back and practice diligently, how can you bother Your Majesty?" ”

Chen Fuzi said: "Your Majesty's words, even if I am a gentleman, may not be able to catch it, Your Majesty has the heart to accept you as a disciple, no matter how many people ask for it, you still don't want to thank you?" ”

Murong Chong knew that if he postponed it any longer, he would cut off his head, no, Fu Jian would not cut off his head, maybe he was reluctant, but he would call his third brother over, and the third brother would be uncomfortable with him, he couldn't do it, in Murong Chong's heart, the third brother was the emperor, and the words of the third brother were the emperor's orders, and he couldn't disobey them. He had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow and say, "The slave receives the order, and the slave is honored!" ”

Master Chen retreated and asked Murong Chong to follow His Majesty to practice calligraphy, Murong Chong saw the corners of Master Chen's mouth move, and a shallow sneer condensed in the air, and it could not be dispersed, Murong Chong stood in a daze, his hands hanging down, and his fingertips were cold.

Fu Jian pointed to the desk, he didn't care, he sharpened the ink himself, he asked Murong Chong to stand in front of the desk and hold the brush, he came from behind to hold Murong Chong's hand, Murong Chong's body stiffened and couldn't move, Fu Jian held Murong Chong's hand and wrote the first stroke, and then said: "You can't hesitate to write, the first stroke is positioning, so the first point must be a little heavier to make a pen, and then write ......"

On the white silk paper, Fu Jian held Murong Chong's hand and wrote the word "Fengnu".

Murong Chong's body couldn't help but tremble, Fu Jian stretched his neck and bit Murong Chong's ear, and whispered, "Feng Nu'er, I want to kill you!" ”

Murong Chong pushed Fu Jian away, held the pen into a sword posture, his face turned red, and said loudly: "I'm not Feng Nu'er!" ”

Fu Jian looked at Fang Cai's hand holding Murong Chong, the soft and greasy feeling was still there, his heart swelled with a tingling feeling, and the whole person wanted to float, he put his hand behind his back and said lightly: "You push me?" The strength is quite big, I was puzzled, Fu Hui's strength is the largest of their small ones, and even his legs are broken, are you pushing it? Didn't your third brother tell you what the consequences of offending Wang Sun Gongzi were? ”

"Smack!" The pen in Murong Chong's hand fell to the ground, his legs fell to his knees, he Murong Chong was not afraid of death, he was not afraid of dying a hundred times, he was only afraid that the third brother and the entire Murong family had been used by Fu Jian in the palace for so long, so let's continue to be ruined, what are you fighting for, what are you insisting on? Dignity is the least valuable thing in the world!

Fu Jian didn't help him, he held his head high and asked, "Why are you kneeling?" ”

Murong Chong's tears flowed out, and he whispered: "Fenghuang'er is willing to serve Your Majesty, it's all Fenghuang'er's fault, Your Majesty spared the third brother and them, and only punished me alone!" ”

"You get up, I know," Fu Jian said lightly, "Only at night are you Feng Nu'er, look at how Feng Nu'er behaves tonight, I can spare you!" Now, let's only practice words, I'm a strict gentleman, and I'm going to see your progress in a month! ”

That night, Murong Chong didn't know what tricks Feng Nu'er used, and on the second day, Murong Chong saw that his body had a lot of red spots, and his body didn't know where the pain was abnormal, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it, so that people wouldn't see the flaws when he walked, but Fu Jian was obviously very satisfied, his eyebrows were dancing, he was refreshed, and his eyes were very lingering, Murong Chong couldn't imagine that picture, he just wanted to vomit.

Murong Chong could already conclude that there was another person living in his body, this person was called Feng Nu'er, who only came out in the middle of the night, and used his body to frantically toss and mess with Fu Jian.

From then on, the matter of the school seemed to come to an end, Fu Jian and Murong Chong got along as before, more intimate than before, they listened to the old gentleman's lecture together, no matter how busy they were, Fu Jian took some time every day to read Murong Chong's writing, and then gave some pointers, Murong Chong made very rapid progress, no matter knowledge, conversation and connotation, he evolved into another person.

Murong Chong is not ordinarily smart, after listening to the old man's lectures, he can learn and use it now, and Fu Jian can talk to him, which is called Fu Jian is very surprised, I think that Fu Jian, he is a Di person, there are few literate people in the Di people, he is a good hand at fighting, he is rude and abnormal by nature, he has no understanding of the poetry and songs of the Han family, and the most important thing in his life is the Han Wang Meng, of course he understands this aspect, but after all, he is a half-old man, and he is meticulous in talking and laughing on weekdays, and he can't help but be tired and panic after a long time.

Few of the women in the palace are reading, and they don't understand the meaning of "in the river island". But Murong Chong is different, he is his own child, he has a flesh-and-blood relationship with him, and he is a smart and beautiful young man, and he finally found someone in the harem who can have a deep dialogue with him.

Imagine a picture of a beautiful man, let him put on a gorgeous pink dress, his skin is like congealed fat, take a paintbrush and paint with him the distant mountains, and then take the "son of the owner,...... The powder is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red. The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like snow, the waist is like bundles, and the teeth are like shellfish. Yan Ran smiled, confused Yang City, and fascinated Cai. Laughing at him, making fun of him will be flattering, he understands, and has a temper, and in turn, he says, "The son is not lustful, and there is also a saying?" If you have to say, you will stop, and if you don't say it, you will retreat" to resist, or turn your face in a strong place and ask yourself to coax yourself for a long time, in fact, it is really not a pet in the superficial sense, but a deep level of soul.

It's just that what Fu Jian doesn't understand is the unwillingness and pain in the heart of the child under him, why he lost his temper the next day, all because Murong Chong is a man, the more he learns Confucian principles, the more painful he becomes, and the more he hates Fu Jian for reducing him to an embarrassing prostitute.

The memories are really painful and bitter, Murong Chong listened to Chang Shi praise his words, he looked down at the words on the bamboo slips in a daze, very powerful, the beginning of each word must be deliberately aggravated, and then "pinch" that stroke, at the end of the end always have to be heavy and one to close, it looks particularly imposing, Fu Jian also writes like this, Murong Chong's hand glyph is completely following Fu Jian's glyph.

Murong Chong was shocked, and threw the pen in his hand on the desk with all his might, it turned out that it was really not easy to get rid of a person, your spirit and habits were filled with his breath, no matter how far he left, how long time had passed, he would still interfere with his life like a ghost.

Murong Chong sat in a daze for a while, stretched out his hand to ask for tea, Changshi hurriedly handed it over, Murong Chong drank the tea, came back to his senses, and suddenly said: "I haven't seen Xiaofeng Nu for a long time, let's go see her!" ”