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In the evening, Helang was still immersed in the joy of winning Zhen Puyang's literary examination, and kindly invited him to his house to taste his craft.
Zhen Puyang was in a strange mood, even other people were not so happy, how could this person be so happy, his eyes were shining, I don't know how beautiful he was, he didn't want to look but couldn't help it.
Helang's invitation was not appropriate, it was getting late, if he came to his house, Zhen Puyang would not be able to return to the palace.
Helang looked up at the gradually sinking sky, and suggested: "If you don't mind, Your Highness can rest in the humble house for one night."
"I hate it... I hate it!" Zhen Puyang didn't expect the husband to be so enthusiastic, he was flattered but retorted loudly.
Immediately, after a few seconds of mutual stunned, his voice faded again and he waved his hands.
"However, His Highness doesn't care about trifles, and it's not a bad idea to condescend."
After saying that, he got on Helang's sedan chair to return home.
Helang shook his head amusedly, not knowing what His Majesty was thinking, he also got into the sedan chair.
The two men lived together in a small space, and the bearers staggered, making physical contact inevitable. Several times, He Lang accidentally fell on Zhen Puyang's shoulder.
The faint fragrance overflowing from his hair is like an invisible hand, hooking Zhen Puyang's heart, and he wonders if the sedan chair is shaking, making him dizzy, and he can't help frowning.
Helang touched his nose, realizing that his disrespect had offended His Highness, so he carefully put his body on the other side, trying not to touch him.
Zhen Puyang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him, and closed his eyes with displeasure, but his brows were always frowning, thinking about something difficult.
I thought it was a joke to taste the Taifu's craftsmanship, but unexpectedly, he was really busy in the kitchen for half an hour.
For the sake of his heart, Zhen Puyang still moved his chopsticks.
I don't know if it was because of his hungry stomach, after Zhen Puyang took a bite, he moved his index finger and silently lowered his chopsticks frequently.
Under his focused gaze, an extra bowl of rice was added.
However, as far as he knows, the husband is from a good family background and has always been a master who reads and writes every day. How can he know how to cook
Zhen Puyang's chewing movements became slower and slower, and he stopped his chopsticks to meditate.
Seeing him like this, Helang said in frustration: "Is the minister's craftsmanship not so clumsy that you can't swallow it?"
Zhen Puyang immediately took a big bite and asked, "Your Highness is just wondering how Mr. Cook can cook."
Gentlemen stay away from the kitchen, don't they literati pay attention to these things
Zhen Puyang was at a loss for words for a moment, lowering his eyes to recall.
Although he was a prince in the past, he was not served by a large group of maids like other princes.
Even if there is a maid named Huachun, they still support each other. When Huachun is doing a lot of palace work, he will cook to fill his stomach.
But at this moment, he couldn't explain, so he had to say: "Learning for His Highness."
"...?!"
This answer made Zhen Puyang almost bite his tongue, which he never expected.
Even his biological queen mother is aloof, with slender hands, she won't do these things for him, why does this person casually...
Zhen Puyang frowned, feeling a trace of uneasiness and sweet satisfaction in his heart, and said bluntly that he would give him the rare BMW that Wenwen tried today.
Such an impulsive gift made Helang laugh out loud.
"Just return yours." Zhen Puyang glanced at him, and swept away the food.
It was really getting late, so he rested in the wing room of the mansion, and slept soundly all night, and he didn't wake up until the sun was high.
I heard that Zhen Puyang has a lot of energy to wake up, but no one dares to disturb his sweet dreams, except Helang,
He didn't take it seriously, and went straight into the inner room without knocking on the door, and called the sleeping Highness a few times, but there was no response.
Zhen Puyang's sleeping face is a little immature, calm and quiet, very well-behaved, not at all like the usual arrogant, talk back, arrogant boy.
Helang couldn't bear to violently lift his quilt, and when he got playful, he pinched his nose and waited for him to wake up on his own.
Soon, Zhen Puyang opened his eyes with anger on his face, and was about to lose his temper, but he recognized the person coming from his hazy vision, and for some reason, he calmed down instantly.
At this time, a few maids came forward cleverly, and handed over basins and towels for the little demon king, who was hazy and dark-eyed, to wash.
Zhen Puyang sat up in silence and asked Helang to tie his hair.
The maid holding the jade comb glanced at her master, and hurriedly stepped forward to serve her, but was swung to the ground by him.
When he got up, he was in a bad mood, his words were not taken seriously, and Zhen Puyang was even more angry.
The lowly servant girl swallowed back under Helang's gaze, but she continued to curse, "Your Highness wants to tie up your hair, will everyone be deaf? Get out of here quickly, you'll be an eyesore early in the morning!"
Several people who were fighting between the two groups fled in haste.
Although he really wanted to remind His Highness that it was not early in the morning, Helang followed his will, dispersed the servants, and tried to pick up the jade comb.
His usual hair style is simple, and his handicraft is not very good. After helping His Highness comb for a while, he pulled several hairs and fell out.
Helang's heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his hand timidly.
He could remember that Zhen Puyang almost hanged a maid because of her hair tie before, which shows that he loves his hair very much.
After hesitating again and again, Helang put down the comb and gave up trying, "I'm clumsy, call the maid."
Just such a small refusal made His Highness angry again.
With a stern face, Zhen Puyang snatched the jade comb from his hand, threw it away, and fell to the ground, instantly falling apart.
"No more combing!"
This roar gave Helang a headache, he stopped, and had to change another wooden comb to hold his hair.
Unexpectedly, Zhen Puyang was still full of anger, twisted his body, and pulled back his hair forcefully, with a look of unwillingness to cooperate.
Helang gritted his teeth, feeling that his patience was being worn out by his awkwardness, and wanted to speak up to teach others, but he persuaded himself not to argue with him, and took the trouble to sort out for him carefully.
In order not to pull His Highness's hair, he made his movements as gentle as possible.
Apparently, this made Zhen Puyang feel very comfortable, his scalp was slightly numb, his strands of hair were held in his hands and tied up meticulously, his frowning brows were finally relaxed.
After appeasing the big Buddha, Helang helplessly changed his clothes and tidied up his clothes. Only then did Zhen Puyang feel satisfied and willing to go out and return to the palace.
On this day, the news that His Royal Highness gave his husband the BMW that was bestowed by the emperor spread like wildfire.
This kind of treatment is not so common, it is enough to prove the weight of the Taifu in the heart of the Seventh Prince.
Others assume that Helang is a good teacher and His Highness is generous and generous, but they don't know that they also have a lot of friction when getting along.
For example, in ordinary lectures, whenever Helang talked about matters involving the emperor, Zhen Puyang would be baffled.
"The way of the emperor, followed by the art of checks and balances—"
He interrupted Helang impatiently. He hadn't thought about competing for that position. Why did the master instill this knowledge in him so naturally in advance
"His horoscope has not yet been written, His Highness is not the most promising person to become emperor."
If you want to teach an emperor so much, wouldn't it be faster to go directly to the prince's brother
Helang looked at his straight face, he hesitated to speak, maybe he was a little eager, showing his obvious intention to offend His Highness.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Helang immediately kept silent, changed his tone, and asked Zhen Puyang to have a drink at night.
Thinking of not drinking for a long time, Zhen Puyang readily agreed.
After evening, the shadow of the moon climbed up the willow branches, and the sky also sank, stained with a deep color.
The moonlight is cold, and beauty is beautiful, but when the silver light without a trace of warmth falls, it will inevitably make people feel lonely.
At this time, the people who drink together by their side are their only company for each other.
He wanted to bring a jar of green plum wine when he came to Helang, but Zhen Puyang thought it was boring to drink these wines, so he brought a jar of aged wine with him in the end.
The wine tasted pungent, and He Lang felt his mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol in an instant, wishing he could smack his mouth fiercely to lighten the pungent taste.
Looking at Zhen Puyang again, he looked at him with a half-smile as if nothing had happened after drinking a cup.
Helang picked up the wine glass calmly, took a sip, and looked at the moon alone.
Zhen Puyang, who was not noticed, was slightly annoyed like a child who was ignored: "What's so beautiful about the moon, is it half as elegant as His Highness?"
Obviously he was the one who asked him out, and he thought he had something to do with him, but in the end he was so indifferent to him and let him drink alone
Looking at the moon rising, the Tai Tuo has an ethereal figure, and the outline of his body is outlined like a silver edge. He seems to have no desires and desires, just as confused as him.
Looking at him, Zhen Puyang's heart gradually calmed down, and he looked sideways slightly, "What's the purpose, sir?"
Why do you treat him so well, like a treasure at one moment, but at the same time indifferent? Why do you think about him everywhere, but ignore his wishes and choose the road of seizing power for him
Such a tutor is unfamiliar to him, and he wants to push him far away, but the trace of resistance in his heart is because he is afraid of this unprecedented danger.
Why did he know that this person wanted him to sit in a seat that was uncomfortable for him, but he couldn't help but want to get closer, as if he had been drugged with ecstasy, amidst his disgust.
After talking back and getting into trouble every time, he inadvertently expected his scolding, and his eyes dyed vividly by sullenness, which were only looking at him.
He doesn't want to admit to himself, enjoy the warmth of Taifu's pampering, and the indulgence he can't bear. Because he was always afraid that it would be a drowning poison, medicine, so he couldn't help drinking poison to quench his thirst.
The author has something to say: I feel that Xiao Gong is still very arrogant...
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