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Helang lost all five senses, and he didn't know how long it took before he felt that he could use his body. When he opened his eyes, a boy's face came into view.
His facial features have grown, and a trace of handsome edges and corners can be seen, but his face is still round and green, his brows and eyes are full of arrogance, and the glimmer of light in his dark eyes is extremely clear.
Helang glanced at him, then subconsciously looked around, the perennial palace life made him see at a glance that this must be somewhere in the deep palace.
Exquisite furnishings can be seen everywhere, and there are magnificent palaces not far away. The antique buildings are similar to his world, and he thought in a trance that he was still in the original world.
"Hey, Your Highness is talking to you, what are you doing elsewhere, you idiot?"
The boy's dissatisfied voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and Helang carefully looked at the boy in front of him.
He was dressed in a brocade robe with narrow sleeves and a narrow body, his eyebrows were tied with gold and his forehead was covered with a golden pattern, and his lower garment was covered with dragon patterns. It was conceivable that his status was not ordinary, and the gaze he was looking at was also high and aggressive.
Looking at himself again, he was wearing a blue gown with cross-neck collar in plain pattern, and it was made of high-quality silk and satin. With a folding fan in his hand, he seemed to be a literati, and his status should not be low.
Seeing that Helang's gaze finally returned to him, the young man raised his eyebrows, "Isn't what Your Highness said just now wrong?"
Just now? Helang raised his eyes in a daze, and then, fragmentary memories emerged, he got a clue, and said naturally, "This is the way of being a king passed down from our ancestors."
The young man seemed to be used to such rhetoric, his brows were full of disdain, and he sneered, "In short, the prince doesn't believe it, it's hypocrisy."
Helang saw that he was still wearing a young boy's posture, but he looked like an old man, and felt funny in his heart. Although he didn't quite understand what they said, he still followed the boy, and answered with the corners of his mouth curled up: "If you don't believe it, don't believe it, as long as you have a clear conscience."
The young man slowly put his eyes on him, and stared at him with rounded eyes. He originally intended to go against him, but he wanted to make his seven orifices smoke with anger, so as to satisfy the rebellious feeling in his heart. The old-fashioned Taifu would give an unusual answer, which made him feel like he had punched the cotton with his fist, without any pleasure at all.
He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and looked at him, making a provocative gesture, waiting for his reaction, guessing that he might be out of breath or flustered.
But he didn't expect Helang to look back at him so peacefully, without fear of him at all, with a faint smile on his face, like the warm water in a lotus pond in summer warmed by the bright sun, the smile is so beautiful.
The boy caught his breath in his throat and coughed several times, his cheeks turned red.
The cessation of the conversation brought back more memories. He Lang had a general impression of the young man in front of him, and learned that his name was Zhen Puyang, and he was the ninth prince of the current Holy Majesty, who had just turned twelve years old.
And his name in this world is He Lang, which is almost the same as his original name.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, the maidservant next to him came up to persuade Zhen Puyang in a low voice, "Your Highness, please forgive the Tai Tuo and stop making trouble with him. Concubine Lin will call you to have dinner later." This sentence is a step, let him step down.
In fact, Zhen Puyang was already out of anger, since the servant said so, he snorted angrily, and replied to her as if nothing had happened: "No need, tell mother and concubine that His Highness will have dinner with him tonight. "Zhen Puyang casually pointed at him.
The maid was surprised by his words, but she still complied, obeying Zhen Puyang's order and going back to Concubine Lin.
Helang saw that Zhen Puyang didn't even look at him, knowing that he didn't really want to have dinner with him, so he thought that he was just an excuse for him to talk casually, and when the maid left, he said goodbye to him, not wanting to be He stopped.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Your Highness said that I will have dinner with you."
Helang had just arrived in this world, his mind was chaotic, and he was about to sort out his thoughts, but he didn't expect that the prince who didn't like him all of a sudden wanted to approach him, so he had to bow down and refuse, "Your status is low. , I am afraid that I am not qualified to eat with the prince."
Although Zhen Puyang was rejected, he was quite satisfied with his rhetoric, and he only muttered a sentence, feeling quite merciful.
"The Tai Tuo is a first-rank official, and he is barely qualified to sit at the same table with His Highness. Besides, His Highness's words are hard to follow, or are you unwilling to have dinner with me?" After speaking, the young man glanced at him lukewarmly, As if threatening.
Sure enough, Helang was a little embarrassed, and nodded hesitantly after thinking for a while.
Zhen Puyang curled his mouth, revealing half of his small canine teeth, and there was a faint childlike sly and innocent smile in his eyes. For some reason, the Tai Tuo suddenly became less annoying today. The more he wanted to dump him, the more he wanted to Wrap him up and see how he looks distressed for himself.
He Lang originally thought that the dinner would be in the palace, and he could simply deal with it as a social occasion, but he didn't expect that Zhen Puyang would go to his mansion for dinner.
"The Taifu's mansion is shabby, it can't compare to the palace, I'm afraid the hospitality is not good enough." He Lang refused again.
Zhen Puyang refused to enter, and seeing Helang's refusal, he became even more excited, and asked with concern, "What? Is the salary of a first-rank official low? Would it be good for His Highness to reflect on it with Father Emperor someday?"
"..." Helang stared at him, and the boy looked back with a smile on his face.
"It's an honor for you to be a minister." Helang said back, vaguely remembering that Zhen Puyang's nickname in the palace was the Demon King of Hunshi...
Sure enough, the little demon king wanted to come to his mansion, but when he entered the main entrance, he looked around with disgust and curiosity, turned around and asked him, "Is there really such a small courtyard in the world?"
Helang looked around at the beautifully decorated buildings and the spacious and refined gardens, and finally gained a new insight into how favored the prince was.
Hearing the arrival of the Ninth Prince, the kitchen in the mansion hastened to prepare high-quality ingredients for cooking, and there were more than a dozen maidservants in charge of serving people, waiting around Zhen Puyang to serve him.
Although Zhen Puyang showed disgust, he was in a good mood, maybe it was because he was able to make trouble in his house that he was so happy.
The meal hadn't been served yet, so Herron had no choice but to show him around.
"Why is your mansion so shabby?" The young man walked into the main hall on his own, while watching, he even pushed down a few chairs, and pushed all the plain tea sets on the table to the ground. .
Helang looked at him helplessly, knowing that he couldn't be stopped, maybe it would make him unhappy, so he didn't step forward to stop him, and calmly looked at the mess on the ground, without changing his face, he said: "Just as long as you like it."
Didn't blame him? Zhen Puyang's sinful actions stopped, and his smile deepened. He turned around and sat upright, with his legs crossed on the armrest, and casually tore off the calligraphy and painting on the wall and threw them on the ground, "Go and go, I lost them all. Your Highness will give you a better reward in another day."
"Hmm..." Helang pondered hesitantly, "Then thank Your Highness for the reward first."
Isn't such a stubborn old man always the most rigid and upright? Why is it so different today, so irritating? Zhen Puyang smiled slightly, tired of the empty main hall, and proposed to visit another place, "Go to your bedroom."
Helang had already planned to destroy his bedroom, but unexpectedly, the little demon king showed mercy. Once he entered his bedroom, he didn't smash anything he didn't like. He just looked around curiously. The table corners and teacups inside should be seen carefully.
"Is this where you sleep..." Zhen Puyang said, his tone lighter.
The layout here is simple but not simple. On the desk is a complete collection of ink treasures and a row of brushes of different thicknesses. It is full of a strong literati atmosphere, which is like him.
Zhen Puyang lost interest, he pulled a stool and sat down. The room is filled with his unique smell, like the smell of bamboo leaves, clear and bitter. He couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling a refreshing feeling.
Maybe it's too quiet here, and the quiet atmosphere of writing is too strong, he was not as rough as he was in the main hall, and he didn't do anything excessive except flip through his books.
Zhen Puyang wanted to play tricks on him, and painted the ink painting he spread on the table, but he picked up the pen and dipped a stroke of ink, under Helang's silent gaze, somehow he couldn't do it, thinking that he had never done this before. Generally, those who have flinched have no choice but to put down the pen angrily.
"Your Highness is hungry, is it so slow to distribute food in Taifu's residence?!"
Helang called the maid to urge the kitchen, but he didn't know what happened to the little devil and began to boss him around again. He obviously wanted to paint his own painting just now, but he didn't stop him.
When eating, Helang noticed that Zhen Puyang was very picky eater, he didn't even like meat dishes, the kitchen in the house didn't know his taste, so he only chose exquisite and precious ones, Zhen Puyang finally didn't show his unaccustomed meaning, but when he saw the meat he didn't like, he immediately pushed it away.
"Don't you want to eat?" Helang couldn't help asking. Although he was also a prince in his previous life, his life was inferior to his, and he was never used to such waste.
Zhen Puyang shook his head decisively.
Helang raised his eyes and glanced at Zhen Puyang's body, showing a trace of sympathy or regret, and said softly: "No wonder..." The figure is so slender.
It stands to reason that Zhen Puyang is the most favored prince, and must have the best food and clothing, but he doesn't look very strong, and even a little thinner. It turns out that he is a picky eater.
"You!" Zhen Puyang stopped his hand holding the chopsticks, and when he cast such a look, he thought he was laughing at him, so he glared at him angrily.
Just as he was about to retort that he was not very good as a literati, he found that the Tai Tuo was indeed a tall and slender figure of eight feet. Although he was not as tall and strong as a man, he was definitely not thin and thin, so he swallowed the words again. He angrily stuffed a few mouthfuls of vegetables into his mouth, thinking that he has a lot of food, so he doesn't care about this poor scholar.
But there is still an idea slowly forming in his mind: one day he will be taller than the Taifu... Let's see if he dares to laugh at him like this.
The author has something to say: Well...take your time, New World, I write stories slowly, and the protagonist will grow after each world, not all of a sudden.
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