Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 173: Gestures and Gestures
Huangzhuang is located at the foot of the mountain. It is not big, but it is simple and elegant.

When everyone entered the village, a few half-grown chickens were pecking at food between the bamboo fences. A shallow stream flowed around the village with a group of white geese swimming on the water. The vegetable leaves between the beds were lush and green.

The emperor got off the carriage and changed into a sedan chair. His complexion seemed to have improved a little, and he was even interested in talking to his sons.

"The last time I came was eight years ago. You were also by my side. You were all young boys." The emperor looked around and said, "Oh, no, the third brother was not here at that time. He had gone to his fiefdom."

Feng Yuyang followed behind with a cane, and laughed when he heard it, "That's right, my father is partial to me, and he never brought me to such a good place."

The emperor laughed and spat: "Don't you have enough of this kind of rural scenery in Guzhou? And you still say that I am partial. Ask your brothers around you, who among them doesn't envy you?"

Feng Yuyang laughed, raised his fan with his other hand, and fanned the emperor a few times: "I dare not ask this, I'm afraid of getting beaten."

"Who dares to beat you?" The emperor squinted at him. "In terms of age, you are the oldest except for the crown prince. In terms of physique, you can't take a beating. They are all like ghosts and monkeys. If they really want to beat you, why would they wait until now?"

"Father is right," Feng Yuyang said, "We have listened to his teachings since we were young, and there is nothing better than friendship between brothers."

The emperor snorted, "Among all my children, you are the most thoughtful. I heard that the idea of ​​writing the birthday poem was yours?"

Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "I just said it casually while I was drunk. If you think I am being ridiculous, just return the birthday poem to everyone."

The emperor looked at him and smiled: "After all these years away, you have learned how to command my army."

Feng Yuyang fanned himself more vigorously: "I dare not. I am often in Guzhou and rarely come to Beijing in a few years. This time I am taking advantage of your birthday to express my gratitude. If you don't like it, I will change to something else next year."

"Don't mention next year," the emperor closed his eyes. "Next year you should stay in your fiefdom. You can't leave your family there."

Feng Yuyang paused fanning himself for a moment and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll stay wherever my father wants me to stay."

The emperor coughed twice and waved his hand: "Okay, stop fanning me. The wind hurts my face."

"Yes." Feng Yuyang obediently put away the fan.

The group took the emperor to a tidy quiet room, where the imperial physician gave him acupuncture to relieve his pain.

After an incense stick of time, the emperor's complexion slowly regained its rosy color.

He glanced outside the tent and saw shadows of people in the room. He snorted coldly, "What are you all doing here? I can't die yet."

Seeing that he was angry, Feng Yunxi stepped forward and asked, "How do you feel now, father?"

The emperor asked Chao En to help him up and sat on the head of the bed: "Much better, you all go out for a walk, don't block the room, it's annoying to see you."

Feng Yunxi looked at the imperial physician, who understood and replied, "Don't worry, Your Highness. His Majesty just has poor blood circulation. He left the city early this morning and was outside for a long time, so he is a little exhausted. I have already given him a blood-activating needle. He will be fine after resting for a while and drinking a dose of medicine."

When the emperor traveled, all commonly used medicinal materials were always available. Feng Yunxi asked the imperial physician to write a prescription and ordered people to boil the medicine.

After everything was arranged, Feng Yunxi glanced at the princes and silently asked everyone to leave with him.

"Yun Xi," the emperor called him with half-closed eyes, "stay, I have something to say."

Feng Yunxi stopped, turned around and went back.

When the princes came out of the house, the servants of the imperial manor were already waiting there, leading them to stay somewhere else.

The Seventh Prince deliberately slowed down his pace, waited until Feng Twelve approached, and grabbed his sleeve.

"Twelve, they're going to have tea and chat, and I don't want to go."

Feng Twelve raised his hand and pulled away his sleeve: "Please do as you please."

The seventh prince called out "Hey hey" twice: "When you need my help, you call me Seventh Brother, but when you don't need me, you just ignore me. Twelve, why are you acting like a grown-up girl?" Feng Twelve turned his head and looked at him.

The Seventh Prince smiled and winked at him, "I remember there is a martial arts training ground at the entrance of the manor. Shall we go there and have a fight?"

He was a martial arts fanatic, but unfortunately he did not have a good physique. No matter how hard he practiced, he could not catch up with Feng Twelve. However, he never thought so. Every time he found a new master, he felt that he had made great progress and was always looking forward to competing with Feng Twelve. However, Feng Twelve always stayed at home and never responded to his invitations.

He finally caught him this time, how could the Seventh Prince let him go easily?

"Don't forget, I helped you without hesitation on Yaotai that day," the Seventh Prince shouted, "Even if you don't give me face, you have to give Miss Fang face, unless you want to be ungrateful."

Feng Twelve: "You are no match for me."

The Seventh Prince was not happy: "Don't be so boastful. You will know whether you are my opponent after you compete with me."

Feng Twelve smiled slightly and looked in the direction where the princes were going away. He saw a group of figures walking around the bamboo forest and heading towards the waterside pavilion at the other end of the imperial farm.

"Okay." He responded.

The Seventh Prince was delighted and urged, "Hurry up, His Majesty will only rest for half an hour before he sets off again. Let's go and come back quickly so that he doesn't find us."

The two men came to the martial arts training ground at the gate of the imperial farm. The ground had not been used for a long time. The weapon racks on the side of the field were empty, and light moss had grown in the cracks of the rocks on the ground.

The Seventh Prince looked around and took a stance: "There are no weapons here. I will fight you with my bare hands."

Feng Twelve looked at him and said, "Your lower body is weak and your squatting position is too far back."

“Really?” The Seventh Prince turned his head and looked behind him, then he put his buttocks in place, raised his chest and raised his head, “Watch out!”

He kicked off and rushed straight towards Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve didn't move his head or shoulders, he just turned his body to the side and let it pass easily.

The seventh prince missed his attack and kicked back.

Feng Twelve leaned back, grabbed his calf and lifted it up.

The Seventh Prince felt a numbness in his calf, and then a huge force pushed him out.

He somersaulted in mid-air and landed on the ground.

He once practiced his landing posture very hard, trying not to fall too badly no matter whether he won or lost.

This time, as expected, he stood firmly on his feet. Feeling proud, he roared and pounced towards Feng Twelve again.

I took a half step forward with my right foot and my foot suddenly slipped.

"Ouch!" The Seventh Prince cried out, stumbled and fell to the ground, almost spraining his waist.

He sat on the ground and shouted. Feng Twelve shook his head and walked over to pull him up.

"Don't move, don't move!" The Seventh Prince lay on the ground, "Wait for me to slow down."

He rubbed his waist with a grin, looking at the moss on the bottom of his feet, and was furious: "We haven't been here for a long time, and the people in the village have become slack. There is no one to clean such a large piece of vacant land!"

Feng Twelve didn't respond. He glanced at the marks on the ground and his eyes moved slightly.

He reached out his hand and rubbed it between the rocks, scraping off some black powder from the moss.