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After Zhen Puren came, Zhen Puyang did not speak from the beginning to the end, even when Helang gave him the scroll, he was indifferent and ignored it.
Obviously this has nothing to do with Helang, but for some reason, he felt uncomfortable, as if he was being pierced by a small stone, so he took him along with him and treated him coldly.
Helang ignored him and took back the scroll.
Since His Highness likes to play tricks, let him do it. He will pamper him, but not unreasonably.
He was his husband, not a servant.
Turning around and continuing to focus on the new student, he patted Zhen Puren's slender body and led him to the desk.
Spreading out a piece of delicate rice paper, Helang asked him if he knew how to write and rubbed ink for him.
When he learned that he could write, there was a glimmer of joy in his eyes, and he was encouraged to write and see.
Zhen Puren had never shown his handwriting to outsiders, so he was a little shy and his movements froze.
He studied late, and it was only in recent years that his husband taught him to write. Thinking of his unattractive handwriting made him feel inferior.
Even so, under Mr.'s gaze, he still mustered up the courage to hold a brush with his slender palm, and carefully wrote his name on the laid paper.
Although it is correct, it reveals an immature atmosphere, and the strokes are slightly vain.
Stretching his neck curiously, and glanced at his words calmly, Zhen Puyang sneered.
Tch, I thought how powerful it was, but it turned out that it was not half as good as him.
Being ridiculed by his imperial brother, Zhen Puren's face became slightly hot, and he put away the paper in embarrassment, thinking in despair, this is a good opportunity to show himself, but he has no ability to compare with his imperial brother.
I thought that my husband would also show a disdainful contempt and be disappointed in him.
Unexpectedly, his expression remained the same, he gently touched his head, and then glanced at Brother Huang helplessly, signaling him to restrain himself.
Then, Mr. took hold of his hand that was holding on to the brush, and his thick and warm voice rang clearly in his ears, and the small breath from his nose was so gentle, it tickled his cheeks and the tip of his heart.
"Writing like this... the characters will be more angular."
Huron paused the tip of the pen, turned it down, and wrote a beautiful pen.
Until he let go of his hand and asked Zhen Puren to try it himself, the enthusiasm on his face still didn't fade, on the contrary it became even worse.
Full of confidence, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Helang. He gripped the brush tightly, recalling the feeling just now, and wrote the character "Zhen" as before.
Zhen Puyang is usually the most active one, but at this time he rarely said a word, sitting on the chair next to him, quietly watching the interaction between the two.
The atmosphere they get along with seems to be very harmonious? Seeing the friendly smile on Helang's face, Zhen Puyang snorted.
The thing he dislikes the most about Mr. is that he laughs when he meets everyone, which is very hypocritical.
But he also likes the way he smiles with crooked brows and eyes, it can't be said to be brilliant, but it's so gentle that people want to get close.
Zhen Puyang thought, maybe he likes that he only looks at himself and smiles.
The tea on the tea table was already cold, Zhen Puyang picked up a cup and poured it into his stomach, relying on it to slightly suppress the anger in his heart.
Since the two of them were studying, he wouldn't let go. He just picked up the scroll in his hand, but he couldn't read a single word. He even wanted to tear up the damn book full of densely packed words.
Helang's task is to assist Zhen Puyang to ascend to the throne, so naturally he will not teach Zhen Puren the way of the emperor.
When choosing books, he just randomly picked books that teach people to cultivate their morality and morality.
He is not dismissed, but he is not as careful as Zhen Puyang in teaching a strange prince.
Although Zhen Puren has no desire for fame and wealth in his eyes, nor does he seem to want to sit in that position, but there is still a bit of unwillingness in his eyes, as if he wants to fight for something, which reflects his heart is far from what he shows on the surface calm.
Is it because he is jealous that his highness has always been favored, but he is indeed an unfavored prince
Helang shook his head regretfully, and only hoped that he would become a real gentleman in the future and not be polluted by ugly and dirty desires.
But Zhen Puyang obviously didn't understand Helang's intentions, and when he saw that Zhen Puren only needed to read one book, he thought that his husband was partial to the twelve imperial brothers and didn't want him to work hard to read.
At that moment, Zhen Puyang immediately turned the corners of his mouth, and his mouth was full of sarcasm, "When the Taifu first met, he asked me to read the Four Books and Five Classics. Why do you only need to read one when you come to him?"
Helang was slightly stunned, Four Books and Five Classics... Was that what the original body requested? He didn't remember letting him read the books.
But at this time, what this body did was completely accepted by him.
"Your brother is weak, you can just read books properly, unlike you, you need some sage books to nurture you."
With a slight reproach, Helang bent his fingers and knocked him on the head gently, not quite understanding why Zhen Puyang's temper was so violent today.
Even though he has been favored so much, he still cares about fairness with a child who lost his mother. After hearing about this child, his heart aches, but His Royal Highness, as his imperial brother, has no sympathy at all.
Zhen Puyang was only lightly knocked on the forehead by Helang, but there was a burst of grievance in his heart, if it was normal, it would be fine, but now he is still in front of the emperor's brother, he feels even more ashamed.
Clutching his forehead, Zhen Puyang seemed to have been abused so much that he didn't speak, but just stared at the two of them, as if he wanted to stare them out.
On the one hand, Zhen Puren was grateful for Helang's love for him, but on the other hand, he felt uncomfortable because of what the emperor brother said.
Although he was treated unequally by his brothers many times, he was not without self-esteem. When he heard what Zhen Puyang said, and he was knocked on the head by his husband, he hurriedly returned.
"Thanks to the pity of Mr., the student's qualifications are mediocre, his brain is dull, not as smart and wise as Brother Nine Emperors, so he should work harder and study hard."
Helang withdrew the hand that knocked Zhen Puyang, and retracted into his sleeve. Worried, really hurt him? Why this expression is wrong.
Resisting the urge to caress him, Helang nodded to Zhen Puren, "I am very pleased with the twelve princes."
Zhen Puren shook his head hastily, "Teacher He, please don't call the student the prince. The Tutor is now the student's husband, so just call me by my first name."
Thinking of Zhen Puyang, he was taught by himself before he would admit that he is his husband. Compared with him, Zhen Puren is really cute.
Helang curled the corner of his mouth, and called him "Ren'er" in a peaceful way.
"Ah… "
Zhen Puyang listened to this address, only chuckled, and secretly slandered him, it didn't take long before he called Ren'er.
The master called the emperor's younger brother so affectionately, but now he still calls him His Highness.
Zhen Puyang's teeth were itchy, and he deliberately didn't want the two of them to get along, so he repeatedly called his maid to bring tea and snacks, and then shouted that he was hungry and would have lunch now.
Naturally, no one dared to disobey his orders, so the maidservants filed in according to his needs, and the room could not be quiet for a long time.
Helang was so troubled that he had a headache, and Zhen Puren held the pages of the book silently.
He knew that he was annoying the emperor, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said goodbye first. Of course, tomorrow will come.
Seeing the unsightly child go away, Zhen Puyang felt comfortable all over, but he still had a bad face towards Helang, who told Mr. to snub him just now
Helang turned a blind eye to his expression, he really thought he was hungry, and calmly ordered the maid to come forward to serve the vegetables.
"..." Zhen Puyang sat down hard, and looked at Helang's face suspiciously. Did sir really not notice that he was angry? Why is it still the same expression!
Fortunately, Helang picked up a chopstick of his favorite dish for him, which calmed him down a little, and he ate it awkwardly, but his eyes kept blinking, and he asked questions curiously.
"Sir—you, did you have any other students before? Except for the kid just now."
Helang blinked, lowered his gaze, lost in memory. Guatu, who woke up, took advantage of his inattention and ran into his arms to stay peacefully.
As far as students are concerned, there must be none. But his current way of getting along with Zhen Puyang and his relationship reminded him of He Zheng's childhood.
He Zheng was so aggressive and naughty when he was young, and he often used that tone to gently reason with him and teach him how to behave.
However, He Zheng didn't seem to have listened.
After he grew up, his growing ambition gradually devoured his innocence, innocence, and the beauty of their youth.
So... In the end, they ended up like this. Undulating waves flashed in Helang's eyes.
Although Qing Po was taken, he should have no worries about He Zheng anymore. But too many memories flooded in at this time like mountains and seas, and too many complex emotions mixed together made it impossible for him to remain calm.
Sensing the fluctuation of the host's state of mind, Guatu keenly opened his big watery eyes, stretched out a small paw in front of Helang's heart, and immediately calmed Helang again.
Sure enough, the host's first world still couldn't control his emotions well, and Guatu's energy was damaged, and he curled up into a ball again.
However, it believes that in the future world, the host will be tempered more, and will truly focus on the goal without distraction.
Zhen Puyang waited impatiently for Helang's answer, and tugged at his sleeve in dissatisfaction.
The husband's eyes are so far away and so peaceful, but under the pretended calmness, he can feel his deep nostalgia, especially when he looked at him for the last time, who was he thinking about
Who is Mr. recalling through him
This question echoed in his mind, occupied his brain, and made his heart feel restless, and his peaceful heart was also disturbed.
He didn't know why he quietly had this sense of destruction, which made him realize his ugliness.
He wanted to punish this person, to make him cry in an unbearable way, so that this person could only stare at him, could only speak his name, and put all his heart on him.
However, these many thoughts can only be suppressed by him forcibly, like a one-man show by himself.
Looking at Helang's still calm face, Zhen Puyang gritted his teeth, why did this person make him messy and tortured, while he was still so noble and unmoved
The author has something to say: Ears seem to prefer to write about feelings and then the plot is useless TAT...
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