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Tap, tap—

The surrounding palace maids, upon seeing the Emperor's arrival, didn't shout anything like 'The Emperor has arrived.'

Instead, they made way in advance, and if they couldn't make way in time, they retreated to the sides, bowing to show respect.

It just so happened that today, only Zhang Feng and the Empress were in the Changxiang Palace, without any palace maids giving advance notice.

Everyone was standing below the steps.

Zhang Feng and the Empress were chatting about family matters in the palace, unaware that the Emperor had arrived.

Then, the Emperor strode into the palace in this manner, and with a smile, he loudly called out to the palace: "Wanshu!"

Wanshu is the Empress's nickname.

The Emperor usually uses this affectionate term between husband and wife in private.

The steps outside the palace were a bit far from here, so it couldn't be heard from outside.

Only when the Emperor called out, and then saw a familiar little fat ball next to the Empress, did the joyful expression on his face calm down.

"Oh, Feng'er is here too."

"Father Emperor," Zhang Feng said, standing up to salute and looking at his cheap father.

In his early forties, with a strong physique and upright features, not handsome, not ugly, just so-so.

At this moment, Zhang Feng looked at the Emperor.

The Emperor looked at Zhang Feng's figure, and the more he looked, the more of a headache he got.

He completely lacked the excitement he had when he said 'Announce it to the world, let all under heaven rejoice'.

Finally, before the Empress could smooth things over, the Emperor spoke first:

"Tomorrow, you will attend the Eastern Palace school. Have you prepared your lessons?"

The Emperor walked closer to Zhang Feng with a full display of imperial authority as he spoke.

"Nine years ago, Ning'er prepared his lessons and was praised by Grand Scholar Zheng, 'Worthy of being the Eldest Prince, handling matters thoroughly, possessing the demeanor of Zhang Zuping of that year.'

Five years ago, Peng'er also prepared, and was praised by Grand Scholar Zheng, 'Dignified in appearance, knowledgeable and reasonable, worthy of being the offspring of a woman of phoenix-like beauty and talent.'

And Feng'er, have you prepared?"

Ning'er is the Eldest Prince.

Peng'er is the Fourth Prince.

They are both the Empress's children.

And also Zhang Feng's eldest and fourth older brothers.

"No," Zhang Feng said honestly.

Anyway, his cheap father was already numb to him, so he simply didn't bother to hide it.

"Feng'er!" The Empress gently pinched Zhang Feng's arm.

"I expected as much from you!" The Emperor snorted with disappointment and said coldly, "Return to the side hall. Your mother and I have things to discuss."

Things, meaning adult things.

Zhang Feng understood this, so he didn't disturb them, stood up, and took his leave.

But he hadn't even reached the door yet.

The Emperor, while looking at the Empress, spoke loudly with his back to Zhang Feng: "Remember, tomorrow, you must not embarrass yourself in front of Grand Scholar Zheng."

The Emperor valued Grand Scholar Zheng's evaluation very much.

Because every prince, princess, and the children of high-ranking officials, after attending the Eastern Palace school for a year, would receive an evaluation from Grand Scholar Zheng.

This had become a tradition of their Lin Dynasty.

Everyone was used to it and valued it.

… …

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Zhang Feng, under the arrangement of Eunuch Zhao, took a sedan to the Eastern Palace.

Along the way, Zhang Feng fell asleep.

When he woke up, he had already arrived at the academy.

Getting out of the sedan.

Walking into this academy, which resembled a large courtyard.

Zhang Feng saw that this was a school in the style of a private school.

The classroom was in a large pavilion in the center of the courtyard, open on all sides, with artificial hills and small lakes nearby.

The scenery was particularly beautiful, making people feel relaxed and happy just sitting here.

At this moment, there were still some young princes and princesses running around playing.

Besides them, there were also the descendants of great generals and some descendants of high-ranking officials.

"Greetings, Seventh Prince."

When they saw Zhang Feng entering the courtyard with Eunuch Zhao's support, they greeted him one after another, showing the proper etiquette.

"Old Seven!"

"Seventh Brother!"

Several princes and princesses greeted Zhang Feng with a lack of interest.

This wasn't because Zhang Feng was too fat and they didn't like playing with him.

But because Zhang Feng was focused on practicing martial arts and never played with them.

"Do you not see, the Yellow River's waters come from the sky…" There was also a prince who didn't even greet him, but was reciting ancient poems by the stream.

After all, this was a world after the Tang Dynasty, and there were poems by Li Bai.

'Hard to see, Little Seven has left the palace?' The two older princes, when they saw Zhang Feng arrive, clearly didn't want to greet him.

They felt that Zhang Feng's physique was a disgrace to the imperial family.

Zhang Feng didn't mind, but instead went to the classroom in the large courtyard alone.

Glancing around, next to one of the wooden tables, the character 'Feng' was carved in a flamboyant style.

Zhang Feng knew that this was his seat, and then he lay down and continued to sleep.

For the sake of studying in the future, Zhang Feng had specially adjusted his schedule.

Now he would practice more at night and sleep more during the day.

Because classes at the academy would take up most of the day.

As for Grand Scholar Zheng, he didn't care if the evaluation a year later was bad.

It wasn't worth wasting a year of his martial arts practice time for an outsider's evaluation.

Perhaps after the Emperor was completely disappointed in him, he could always stay in Changxiang Palace in seclusion and never have to go to school again.

At the same time.

Grand Scholar Zheng arrived from the backyard.

"Greetings, Teacher!" The other students hurriedly saluted.

"Good." Grand Scholar Zheng nodded with a smile.

He was in his early forties, gentle and refined.

Only when he saw Zhang Feng sleeping did Grand Scholar Zheng show slight displeasure.

'He is the Seventh Prince? Yes, among the princes, only the Seventh Prince has such a body.'

Thinking this in his heart, he quickly came to Zhang Feng's side.

"Seventh Prince," he called out.

Zhang Feng, with the intention of being 'persuaded to drop out of school' as soon as possible, also pretended to be sleepy and replied: "Greetings, Teacher. Just teach well, Teacher, and don't mind me."

After speaking, Zhang Feng fell asleep again.

'This little prince?' After seeing Zhang Feng's round face looking sleepy, Grand Scholar Zheng's anger lessened a bit, and instead he found him cute and interesting.

Thus.

He came up with a plan and began to read aloud with the others, preparing to wake Zhang Feng up.

But Zhang Feng put his two fat arms over his head and slept even more soundly.

Seeing this, Grand Scholar Zheng couldn't help but turn from finding him interesting to disliking him again.

Thus.

He led the reading while walking, and when he passed by Zhang Feng, he wanted to push Zhang Feng slightly to push his arm down.

But when he pushed Zhang Feng's arm, his hand seemed to slip, and it went off to the side.

Zhang Feng's strength was ever-changing, and he had long learned to 'borrow strength to deflect strength'.

Of course, this was also Zhang Feng's subconscious reaction after feeling someone push him while he was sleeping.

And Grand Scholar Zheng pushed him, and when he saw his hand slip, he suddenly paused.

Then, he thought about it, but didn't call Zhang Feng anymore.

"Today we will study poems from the Northern and Southern Dynasties." After that, he began teaching, ignoring Zhang Feng.

This ignoring continued for a year.

A year later.

Zheng Daru still didn't give Zhang Feng any evaluation.

When the news spread.

Many people felt that Zhang Feng was beyond help, and Zheng Daru couldn't even describe him.

Some also felt that Zheng Daru didn't dare to use too harsh words to describe the Queen's most beloved youngest son.

As for the Emperor, he didn't care. He thought it was fine not to comment, which would save him from embarrassment.

The Queen still loved Zhang Feng as always.

…

Spring passed and autumn came.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Feng was sixteen years old.

His figure was still the same as always, chubby.

And he still went to school every day.

Then he would come to the school and sleep.

"If you don't study…"

Zheng Daru taught his lessons as usual, completely ignoring Zhang Feng, who was sleeping on the table like a small mountain.

For ten years, Zheng Daru hadn't said a word to Zhang Feng.

And now.

The former little princes and princesses were also about the same age as Zhang Feng.

But when they saw Zhang Feng like this, they secretly laughed in their hearts, or hummed and shook their heads.

'It seems Seventh Brother doesn't want the Crown Prince position.'

'Ha, this Zhang Feng is a bit interesting.'

'Eldest Brother and Fourth Brother have both taken positions in the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites and have made achievements. But they are both children of the Queen. Why is Seventh Brother like this?'

'Little Seven is completely hopeless. Zheng Daru is so angry that he no longer cares about him and even unprecedentedly didn't give him any comments.'

Some of them looked down on Zhang Feng, while others thought it was good that Zhang Feng was like this, at least there was one less person to compete for the Crown Prince position.

Zhang Feng was only thinking that after the last class today, he would graduate.

Plus, a sixteen-year-old prince could move out of the palace.

Zhang Feng thought to himself that it was pretty good.

'Finally, I've survived my youth, and I have the power to protect myself.

After that, the sky's the limit.'

Zhang Feng thought and looked at the previous enhancements.

Last year, Zhang Feng got the enhancement he wanted most, 'Content Heart and Plump Body'.

【Content Heart and Plump Body: Every pound of weight increases constitution by 0.02】

Zhang Feng now weighed 350 pounds, and Content Heart and Plump Body gave him 7 points of constitution.

Zhang Feng looked at his own attributes.

【Constitution: 49 (+7)】

Zhang Feng now had a constitution of 56. At the age of sixteen, he surpassed the physical limit of the chef world.

…

He fiddled around for a while, ate lunch at noon, and then went back to school to sleep.

Unknowingly, he also endured until school was over in the evening.

"Teacher, this student will take his leave first."

The princes, princesses, and children of ministers said goodbye to Zheng Daru one after another.

Zhang Feng also stood up and did the same.

Zhang Feng had never missed the etiquette of going to school and leaving school, except for the first day.

But when everyone left one after another.

Zheng Daru called out, "Seventh Prince, please wait."

'Does the teacher want to talk to him?' The people who had reached the door paused, looked back, and whispered gloatingly:

"Zheng Daru is a pivotal figure in the Lin Dynasty. Being kept behind by him won't be a good thing. I think the Seventh Prince will inevitably be reprimanded."

"Yes, yes, the Seventh Prince has been muddling through school for ten years. Zheng Daru seems to ignore him every day, but in fact, he has been harboring anger in his heart, waiting to vent it all out today."

"That's right. Anyway, after the Seventh Prince graduates, the teacher-student relationship between the two will be over. At this moment, if he has fire in his heart, he might as well say it happily."

"The Seventh Prince is going to suffer."

They chatted in low voices, not daring to stay any longer, and quickly left, lest they also be left behind by Zheng Daru to be reprimanded.

"Teacher." Zhang Feng calmly stepped forward to salute, then looked at Zheng Daru.

Compared to ten years ago, Zheng Daru had more white hair at his temples.

"Seventh Prince." Zheng Daru also returned a salute, then looked at Zhang Feng with a rare smile, "The prince is sixteen years old this year, and his body has grown quite a bit."

As Zheng Daru spoke, he took out a scroll of documents from his arms, entitled "Unfixed Finger".

'A cultivation technique?' Zhang Feng looked confused and couldn't help but ask, "Teacher teaches literature, why are you taking out a martial art from the martial world?"

"Haha!" Zheng Daru laughed and shook his head, asking in return, "You came to learn literature, why are you practicing martial arts?"

"Teacher saw it?" Zhang Feng was really surprised this time and glanced at Zheng Daru, finding that he was loose and casual, without any martial arts skills.

"Don't look. I'm just a scholar." Zheng Daru pushed the cultivation technique to Zhang Feng, "But seeing that Seventh Prince has the heart to practice martial arts, and this cultivation technique is suitable for you.

The Seventh Prince's body has also grown, so you can try to practice 'Qi and Blood Strength'."

Zhang Feng had been in this world for sixteen years and had learned that there was a magical practice in this world called 'Qi and Blood Strength'.

In fact, it was similar to internal force, both having 'Qi'.

But Qi and Blood Strength was the flesh generating 'Strength Qi'.

The stronger the flesh, the higher the strength.

Zhang Feng hadn't seen these because these cultivation techniques that 'knights use martial arts to violate the law' had long been banned.

The national treasury also didn't have them.

At least not on the surface.

Zhang Feng had been unable to find out about them.

So Zhang Feng wanted to leave the palace and look for them in the martial world.

But he didn't expect that Zheng Daru would have them.

"Privately hiding banned books?" Zhang Feng looked at the book, then looked at Zheng Daru, "Teacher, you are knowingly breaking the law. Aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

"Compared to me being imprisoned…" Zheng Daru still smiled and pointed to the secret book, "I'm more afraid that this thoroughbred horse won't meet a true Bole. That would be my lifelong regret."

As he said that, he stood up and looked around.

"In fact, on the day I first met Seventh Prince ten years ago, I had already written a comment.

It was even so amazing that I didn't expect Seventh Prince to have polished his strength so perfectly at such a young age?

Such a genius is hard to find in the world.

And as of now, this comment is even more suitable for the Seventh Prince.

It's just that I don't know whether this comment should be told to the outside world.

Or let the Seventh Prince decide for himself."

"What comment?" Zhang Feng curiously looked at Zheng Daru.

Zheng Daru laughed heartily and left the courtyard.

"The comment I give to the Seventh Prince is…"

He chanted:

"When the roc rises with the wind one day, it will soar up ninety thousand miles."