The Fourth Master's Dog

Three days later, Duofu happily followed his owner to Changchun Garden.

He spent the past three days scratching his head. There was always a hook in his heart that made him unable to help but think about the problem of the prince.

It made him lose his appetite.

Duofu leaned his head out of the carriage and looked at the palace getting farther and farther away. There was a flash of joy in his eyes. No matter what, he still liked the outside world better.

No matter how good the palace is, it is still not as free as the outside world.

Duofu retracted his head, and his chubby hands were already holding a piece of red cake and putting it into his mouth. No matter how many times he had eaten it, this red date rose cake was always better than other cakes.

It's neither sweet nor greasy, and the taste is just right, which suits his taste very well.

In the shaky carriage, Duofu's belly was full and he felt sleepy.

His whole body unconsciously turned into the appearance of a puppy. He squinted his eyes and staggered into the Fourth Prince's arms. After struggling for a few times, he found a comfortable position, rubbed his head against it, and grabbed the Fourth Prince's arms with his two paws, ready to go to sleep.

Anyway, the scenery along the way is nothing interesting, and he might have arrived at Changchun Garden by the time he wakes up.

The Fourth Prince put the book in his hand somewhere and looked at the chubby golden ball in his arms.

Duofu's hair has somehow changed from its original yellowish color to increasingly golden.

It could also be that the dog is very fond of gold and money, so its fur seems to have turned golden in color, and it looks very valuable at first glance.

The Fourth Prince raised his slender right hand and touched Duofu's furry hair, his eyes full of doting and joy that he himself didn't even notice.

No matter the original earthy yellow hair or the current golden hair, the Fourth Prince feels that they are both good-looking in their own ways.

He feels everything is good as long as it is on Duofu.

Duofu himself has been very happy recently.

For some reason his hair turned yellower and yellower, and now it was not the yellow of a country dog, but the same noble yellow as the bright yellow dragon robe of his owner.

If you put him in a pile of gold, you can't tell the difference between him and the gold.

Since Duofu became the noble emperor, he has become even more narcissistic.

It turns out that I don’t really like turning into a puppy, I feel that human form is better.

Now, no matter what, as long as he could turn into a puppy, he would be happy to turn into a noble dog and wander around the Fourth Prince.

Especially whenever he saw the Fourth Prince inadvertently looking up at him.

His eyes were full of admiration and tenderness.

Duofu couldn't help but raise his paws and step on the yellow cushion. When he walked on it, it was as if he had become one with the yellow cushion.

The carriage traveled for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at Changchun Garden, where Duofu wanted to watch the excitement.

Duofu did not wake up from his sleep even though the carriage stopped. Instead, he lay on Yinzhen's legs with his chubby, yellow ball-like body, snoring.

Lord Yinzhen did not wake up the fat boy in his arms, but picked him up naturally and got off the carriage.

When Yinzhen held the baby in his arms, it bounced slightly twice. It seemed that the baby he raised had unconsciously gained a little weight.

It feels heavier in my arms, which means he has been doing well lately.

When Yinzhen thought of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Su Peisheng and his group quickly cleaned up his master's residence.

When Duofu opened his eyes again, he was attracted by the smell of food.

After sleeping for an entire afternoon, the little bit of food in his stomach had already been digested.

Plus, the smell of the delicious food made my stomach growl.

Duofu, the little puppy, consciously turned into a human form. He wore a bright yellow inner garment and wanted to eat barefoot at the table blocked by the screen.

Yinzhen had just finished dealing with some important business and when he stepped into the room, the first thing he saw was Duofu running around without socks.

His whole face became serious involuntarily, and his already cold face became even colder.

Duofu didn't notice it at first, but when he looked down at his chubby little white feet, he couldn't help but want to hide behind himself.

But he was already quite far away from the bed, and his fleshy little feet could not be hidden.

Duofu raised his head, his eyes full of flattery.

Even though his owner taught him not to run around barefoot and to wear warm socks even without shoes, he doesn't have the time to do that.

Every time he was too lazy to move or forgot about it when he was in a hurry, and he felt it was almost the same whether he wore socks or not.

The room was padded and not on cold tiles, so there was no need to make a fuss.

But every time I see his owner's face becoming increasingly cold, and the look in his eyes that is not gentle at all.

Duofu couldn't help but feel guilty and a little bit scared.

Duofu hurriedly said, "Fourth brother, please listen to my explanation. I was too busy just now and forgot about it. Besides, the weather is not cold now."

"I, I just thought it wouldn't matter whether I wore it or not."

The voice of the last few words "Duofu" became smaller and smaller. If the room had not been so quiet, Yinzhen might not have been able to hear it clearly.

Yinzhen's expression did not improve because of Duofu's answer. He took a few quick steps and carried Duofu back to bed.

He picked up the soft socks that had been placed aside and skillfully put them on Duofu's two fat feet.

Duofu's two little feet can't be said to be fat, they just don't look thin enough and look very fleshy.

Duofu shook his feet, which were already wearing socks, and looked at Yinzhen, who still had a cold face.

"Fourth brother, this is not my fault. At most, I can only be blamed for a small part of the reason. The main reason is because of you. You were not there when I woke up. Otherwise, why would I not wear socks?"

The more Duofu spoke, the more he felt that he was right. His voice couldn't help but become more confident and righteous, without any trace of the guilty feeling he had just felt.

When Yinzhen heard his son Duofu's unreasonable arguments, he glanced at Duofu with his narrow eyes. What an ignorant guy.

This is his fault.

In the end, Duofu looked at his owner proudly, pointed at his favorite dishes with his white and fleshy fingers, and waited for his owner to pick them up for him personally.

Even though Yinzhen is now the emperor, he has not changed the habits he developed since childhood and still likes to serve his raised Duofu himself.

Whenever he saw an expression of joy or satisfaction on that fair and plump little face, he felt happier than if he had handled an important state affair.

This sense of satisfaction and joy is something that nothing else can bring him.

Only his blessing can.

It was already getting late after dinner. Besides, Kangxi had already sent someone to say hello, so I shouldn't go over to pay my respects today and could wait until tomorrow.

Yinzhen only sent someone to go there but did not go there in person. He planned to pay his respects early in the morning after breakfast tomorrow to express his filial piety.

Duofu would of course not have any objection. Since he was already here, he would definitely see it and it wouldn't matter if he took a little more time.

Duofu was not in a hurry when he arrived at Changchun Garden. The prince who had become a little strange was there and he couldn't run away anyway.

Besides, he was a little tired after sitting in the carriage for a long time. After eating, he didn't want to walk around, so he just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep.

It would be best if the owner could give him a full body massage.