Chapter 459 The **** is stunning (12)

  Yun Chu tilted his head, "Let's start, Aijia is with you."

  Fengxiao did not dare to be lazy, and raced against the clock to open the book.

   Seeing the other party put in, Yun Chu took his eyes back and looked at the unofficial history in his hand to pass the time.

  Feng Xiao never thought that leaving the Taiyuan Academy would not be a relief.

  The queen mother is not as gentle and considerate as she imagined.

   On the contrary, his schoolwork seems to be heavier.

  The queen is still beside him staring at him...

   Feeling annoyed, Feng Xiao was restless, but he had to force himself to focus on reading.

  Two hours passed, Yun Chu closed the unofficial history in his hand and looked at Feng Xiao.

   "Did you read it?"

   The little emperor paused and raised his head silently.

"not yet."

  Yunchu: "Oh."

  Fengxiao looked expectant, waiting for the other party to say that the morning class was over.

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   "After reading the get out of class."

The tone of    is still so non-negotiable.

  Fengxiao's face stiffened, at this time, her stomach was already screaming a few times.

   He was a little hungry.

   But the expression on the Empress Dowager's face was very indifferent, and Feng Xiao did not dare to say a word of protest.

   What's more, he is the emperor of Fenghe Dynasty, even if he is young, he should work hard.

   This truth, he knows.

  Fengxiao no longer said a word, and lowered her head to continue reading and making comments.

   The whole book was not read until three quarters of noon.

   Yun Chu also stayed with him until the end.

  Lunch is at Cining Palace.

  After the meal, there was not a long break, and the afternoon classes followed one after another.

  Yun Chu took out another book and asked Feng Xiao to copy it three times on the rice paper.

   She was still with her, flipping through the book Feng Xiao annotated in the morning.

   At the end of the day, Feng Xiao was exhausted, his hands were sore and his legs were numb, and his energy seemed to be drained.

  When the little guy was holding a stack of rice paper that had been copied and looking at Yun Chu, Yun Chu nodded: "It's alright."

  Feng Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, didn't wait for a moment, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and left.

   Yun Chu didn't care and continued to stay in the study.

   At dinner time, Wanling came and knocked on the door: "Niangniang, it's time for dinner."

   The voice interrupted his thoughts, Yun Chu put down the book and got up slowly.

   went with Wanling to finish dinner, and after taking a bath, he put on a fox fur and came to the study.

   A lamp was lit on the desk, and the girl held a red pen in her hand and patiently drew circles on the page.

   It was very late, when the candle was replaced by two red candles, Yun Chu closed the book, wrapped his fox fur tightly, and walked back to the bedroom in the night.

  The door was just closed, and the window was knocked twice from the outside.

   Yun Chu was patient, walked to the window and pushed it away.

   Under the faint moonlight, a man in white clad in a snow-white fox fur, looked at her with a bit of joy in the pair of phoenix eyes.

  Feng Lian, the childhood sweetheart of the original owner, the little prince of Fenghe Dynasty.

   Yun Chu paused and frowned.

   "Feng Lian?"

   "A Chu, I know I shouldn't go to the palace to look for you at this time." Feng Lian's eyes were sincere, "But I'm very worried about you, A Chu."

  Yun Chu paused and remained silent before speaking calmly: "Little Prince, Aijia's health is fine, don't bother the little prince to worry about it."

  's unfamiliar tone and indifferent eyes made Feng Lian stunned in place.

   "Achu..."

   Yun Chu did not expect that Feng Lian would sneak into the palace and avoid Rong Sui's eyeliner.

  But she is not the original owner after all, so she cannot give him any response.

   A little thought should not be left to the other party.

   "Little Prince, it's getting late."

   The queen mother raised her eyes, her fair and beautiful face was supported by pure white plush, and she looked as weak and uncontrollable as ever.

   But she was never so indifferent to herself.

   Even if she once told herself that she never liked him.

  Feng Lian also knew very well that it was a lie, and she had him in her heart.

  But now, he's not sure...

   Those eyes were still the ones he was familiar with, clear as a river, overflowing with a touch of tenderness.

   But now there is no him in those eyes.

   (end of this chapter)