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Helang seems to have no desires and needs, and looks deserted, but in fact, he also yearns for the lively folk.
He died in the palace in his previous life, and in this life he was an official in the court. As a personal tutor, he was also closely related to the palace, and he could never escape this layer of shackles.
Although he can live without stress, he still longs for the fireworks in his heart.
So as long as possible, he will find a way to get some air.
As soon as Zhen Puyang agreed to travel with him, they sneaked out looking for opportunities.
Although Zhen Puyang usually has an old-fashioned attitude, when he goes to the outside world, he still can't suppress his inner childishness.
Helang had never coaxed children, but he probably knew what they would like, but obviously, he forgot that the people around him were already teenagers, not children.
As soon as I went out of the street, I saw groups of hawkers on the side of the street, hawking along the street, shouting endlessly, making the bustling street full of activity.
The peddler holding a grass and wood stick tightly tied it with straw, with rows of bamboo sticks stuck on it, and the bamboo sticks stuck in candied haws, which are very popular among the common people.
Helang's eyes lit up slightly, and he lowered his head and asked him, "Candied haws, would you like it, Your Highness?"
The candied haws are well made. The hawthorns are big and round. They are neatly strung together. The outer layer is painted with yellow sugar, which shines brightly in the sun. It is very beautiful. It must taste sweet and sour.
Zhen Puyang curled his lips, indicating that he was not interested in this kind of things that children like, but even so, his eyes still couldn't move away from the bright red candied haws.
Helang shook his head and chuckled, took out a small penny from his pocket, and bought a bunch of coins back.
Zhen Puyang nodded in satisfaction, Mr. is still good at coaxing... Just as he was about to take it coyly, he saw Helang took a bite out of himself.
"Sir, you?!" Zhen Puyang looked at him in surprise.
Helang licked his lips, shook the candied haws in his hand, and smiled teasingly, "Didn't Your Highness say no? Kechen likes to eat."
Zhen Puyang's face was stern, and he couldn't speak. When did the Tai Tuo become so wicked? Actually teased him.
"Your Highness doesn't care!"
Seeing the gentleman's complacent and happy appearance, he let out a loud cry, and threw himself on Helang, grabbed his hand holding the candied haws, and took a bite of the candied haws.
Afterwards, Zhen Puyang discovered that this was also bitten by the husband.
Helang deliberately smiled and asked him, "How does it taste?"
I thought Zhen Puyang would spit it out in disgust, or swear at each other.
But he chewed and swallowed it carefully, and when no one noticed it, the base of his ear turned into a pleasant light pink color, and after a long while, under Helang's gaze, he said leisurely, "Delicious!"
Heron blinked and laughed too.
The Ninth Prince usually eats delicacies from mountains and seas in the palace, and he doesn't necessarily say that they are delicious. Even the favorite dishes and ingredients are only good. How can the folk snacks get such a high evaluation from him
There are many dazzling arrays of goods on the street, and Helang led His Highness the Ninth Prince to look along the street, and happened to come across a stall selling handicrafts.
The stall owner was old, with gray temples, and he carved a wooden figure with a palm-sized wooden block in his hand. His rough hands were dexterous, and with just a few knives, he carved the villain's facial features vividly.
Thinking that there would be some souvenirs for His Highness to return to the palace, He Lang asked the stall owner to carve one in the image of Zhen Puyang.
But Zhen Puyang shook his head, saying that he wanted Mr.
Helang was slightly surprised, watching the stall owner stuff the wooden doll that resembled himself into His Highness's arms, he always felt a little awkward.
Looking at the darkening sky, thinking about the long days to come, He Lang hurriedly took him back to the palace.
At the end of the day, Zhen Puyang had to admit that he was still happy in his heart. Not only did he eat something rare in the palace, but he also got a wooden doll that looked like a husband.
He felt that it was too strange for him to hold another puppet similar to himself. If he wanted to see himself, wouldn't he just look in the mirror? Might as well ask for a Mr.
As soon as he put the puppet next to the bed, someone from the palace notified him, and his father declared him to see him.
His heart was beating slightly, he was curious about what happened to his father, and he asked you to come out suddenly, could it be because he found out that they had slipped out of the palace privately
But fortunately, his tone remained the same, pulling him to play chess with him, and even caringly asking how he was doing recently, whether he was studying hard.
"Royal father, some of my sons are studying."
Zhen Puyang affirmed, and a chess game fell in his hand. He was very proud of admitting this sentence, under the study that the Tai Tuo watched closely every day, he thought that his level was not shallow.
After hearing his answer, the emperor nodded in satisfaction and stroked his short beard, "Recently, I heard that people in the palace praised you a little. Let's see, how is the teacher teaching you?"
Even though he asked this question, he already had an answer in his heart.
I heard that after the literary examination at that time, the BMW he rewarded was given to the Taifu by his ninth son in less than a day. Doesn't this explain anything
This kind of question is common to him, and Zhen Puyang responded casually, "It's okay."
The emperor also knew a thing or two about his temperament, and since it was okay, it was good.
He stroked his beard in admiration, "It seems that Mrs. He is amazing, my little tiger's paws have also been worn down."
The emperor smiled slightly, wrinkled, with relief and ridicule in his eyes.
When Zhen Puyang was told by his father, he subconsciously felt a little evasive. He was afraid that his face would turn red if he continued to say so, so he quickly said, "What is he doing? Father, let's continue playing chess."
You come and go on the chessboard, but the clear pool in Zhen Puyang's heart is as if a small stone has been thrown, and there are circles of ripples, and he always feels that things are not that simple.
Not being able to concentrate on the chess game caused Zhen Puyang to retreat steadily, and at the end of the game, he really lost.
He was slightly discouraged and didn't stay any longer, he saluted his father and left.
Looking at his back, the fifty-year-old emperor turned around and murmured to the attendants beside him: "It seems that the Taifu should have a way of teaching the prince, so I can rest assured that Ren'er will go."
Fu Sheng raised his head and looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty, do you really want His Highness Twelve to follow the Tai Tuo?"
He always felt that His Highness Ninth Highness would be furious, but the emperor didn't think so.
No matter how others complain, I still feel that my ninth son is pure and kind-hearted, and will definitely get along with my brother in harmony.
The emperor knew early on that the Taifu was rich and well educated, but he, a rebellious son, always liked to mess around the most. He was afraid that the Taifu would not be able to discipline him alone, so he never asked him to teach other princes.
Now, seeing that the Taifu has more than enough, he is relieved.
Thinking of the child he had rarely seen, he let out a long sigh.
Memories were brushed off the heavy dust, and vaguely emerged, the emperor slightly narrowed his muddy and vicissitudes eyes, revealing a hazy look of nostalgia.
The child's eyebrows and eyes are still so similar to the woman he loved before, and he is usually quite well-behaved, he stays in his own courtyard every day, and does not cause any trouble.
Although he could not see any talent and had been unknown all the time, this was enough. Thinking of this, the emperor's face softened a lot.
Maybe it's because the closer he is to the old age, the more indifferent his heart is than when he was young.
For the children who are growing up, especially those who have not given them and their mother and concubine any attention, at this time, there is always a feeling of compensation.
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