They all say I'm a puppet

Cang Lin turned his head to look at Fu Yu, his expression was indescribable.Fu Yu raised his head, his face was full of flattery, Cang Lin frowned and stared at Fu Yu for a while, he always felt that with Fu Yu's current expression, if he refused, this person was very likely He cried directly, but he thought about it carefully and finally shook his head: "It's easy for me to write these words for you, but with Mr. Su's ability, you will definitely find that, besides, even if I imitate your handwriting today The paper is muddled, and it will be revealed when Mr. Su asks you to write."

The last smile on Fu Yu's face collapsed, he unconsciously drew a few strokes on the paper with the pen in his hand, lowered his head and whispered: "But according to my current situation, I probably can't finish writing a page. "

Cang Lin frowned and raised his hand to gently wipe off the ink stains on Fu Yu's face, and finally reached out to hold Fu Yu's right hand: "I will take you to write slowly, please read carefully."

Because of this posture, the two of them were very close, and Fu Yu could see Cang Lin's side face when he turned his face slightly, he was stunned before nodding his head and said: "Okay."

Although Cang Lin is young and hasn't grown up yet, his fingers are slender, and he held Fu Yu's hand with great firmness, making Fu Yu look sideways at him. One hand tapped on the head: "I will only teach you to write each character once, and you have to write the rest by yourself." After speaking, he saw Fu Yu's face changed, and added, "Since you want to write, Just really practice hard, so as not to waste your energy in vain."

Fu Yu pouted: "Oh."

Cang Lin did what he said, took Fu Yu to write every word, then withdrew his hand, stood aside and began to grind the ink, Fu Yu glanced at him a few times, but he didn't seem to notice anything. Responding, Fu Yu sighed for a long time, dipped his pen in the ink again, lowered his head and continued to write.

No one had taught Fuyu to write before, so the few words he could write were just random, but Cang Lin just took him to write down word by word, which made him find a little bit of it. It feels like Cang Lin's firm attitude let him know that today he can't escape no matter what, and no matter how unwilling Fu Yu is to the things that can't be escaped, he can still face them calmly.

The sum of the words he wrote in his lifetime is not as many as this day. Every time he writes, he reviews the main points that Canglin just said to him in his mind. It is not as good as Su He's handwriting, nor Cang Lin's example, but compared to the few words he wrote earlier, it is so much better that Fu Yu couldn't help but raise his eyes From the corner of her lips, a sense of satisfaction faintly rose from the bottom of her heart.

After writing two pages, Fu Yu put down the pen and shook his sore wrist vigorously. He felt a feeling of emptiness in his abdomen. He turned to Cang Lin and asked, "It's almost noon, do you want to eat something?" .”

The only response to him was the sound of shallow breathing, and Cang Lin, who had been studying ink, fell asleep lying on the table at some point.

Fu Yu felt a little surprised, there was no morning morning today, and they didn't get up early, it was only noon, and Cang Lin fell asleep again, is it too boring to write with her?Fu Yu picked up the written page and curled his lips. It's actually okay, right?

He turned his head to look at Cang Lin again, always feeling a little tired on his face, recalling carefully, this man seemed to be very tired these days, sleeping on his stomach when he was free .Thinking of this, Fu Yu couldn't help reaching out to touch Cang Lin's forehead. He had deliberately lightened his movements, but before his hand touched, Cang Lin had already opened his eyes, sat up straight, and looked wary. Looking at Fu Yu.

Fu Yu was startled when he got up suddenly, and subconsciously took a step back: "Did it wake you up?"

Seeing his face clearly, the brows of Cang Lin slowly relaxed, shook his head, yawned, and his eyes fell on the table: "Finish?"

Fu Yu's face immediately fell down: "How can it be so fast. It's just that it's almost noon, why don't you eat something first?"

"Okay, I'll go see what they brought here." Cang Lin stood up as he spoke, just as the door of the palace was pushed open, Cheng Zhong came in from outside with a food box, smiled at the two teenagers, "Are you hungry?"

The two teenagers frowned almost at the same time, Cang Lin stepped forward to take the food box from Cheng Zhong, Fu Yu pulled Cheng Zhong to sit down on the chair, and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"

Cheng Zhong laughed: "I've been lying down for so many days, and I've been taking good medicines. Any injuries and pains have already healed up. Just treat it as an activity."

Cheng Zhong's body was originally wounded on the flesh, it wasn't a serious problem, but after a few days it did heal a lot.It's just that the picture of him being unconscious and covered in blood that day remained in Fuyu's mind, which made him extremely nervous about Cheng Zhong's matter, and wished he could lie in bed all day to be at ease.As for Cang Lin, although he didn't speak much, his actions expressed the same meaning as Cang Lin.

Fu Yu sat down beside Cheng Zhong, couldn't help holding Cheng Zhong's arm and talked for a long time, until Cheng Zhong promised to rest well and stop running around, he was relieved: "Then let's eat."

The daily meals were prepared by the Imperial Dining Room and sent to Changle Palace. Although they were not completely in accordance with the emperor Fuyu's taste, fortunately, they were not treated badly.Cang Lin opened the food box, arranged all kinds of dishes inside, added food for everyone, and then sat down in his seat.

Cang Lin doesn't talk much on weekdays, and is especially quiet when eating. Sometimes Fu Yu can't help but wonder, what kind of environment did he grow up in to form such a temper?

Cheng Zhong put the two chicken legs into the bowls of the two teenagers: "You are at the age of growing up, you should eat more. Your Majesty is fine, and Cang Lin is too thin."

Cang Lin swallowed the food in his mouth, and said to Cheng Zhong, "Thank you Uncle Zhong."

Looking at the two people, Fu Yu couldn't help but bend his eyes, and by the way, put a piece of emerald green vegetables in front of Cang Lin: "Hey, don't just eat meat, you have to eat vegetables too." Then, as expected, she saw Cang Lin His countenance changed.

Living together for a while, Ri Fuyu discovered that it was not without reason that Cang Lin was thin. He was very picky about food, especially the emerald green vegetables in front of him, which he refused to eat.So Fu Yu can't help but feel a little intentional to tease Cang Lin.

Cang Lin stared at the piece of green vegetable for a while, with an extremely complicated expression, as if he was struggling fiercely, but he finally took the green vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, then swallowed it, and then moved towards Fu Yu nodded: "Thank you."

His appearance made Fu Yu feel a little embarrassed, he stared at Cang Lin for a while, and said with nothing to say: "Well, I found that you are very sleepy recently, and you are sleeping when you have nothing to do, are you sick? ? Do you want to see the imperial doctor?"

Cang Lin paused his hand to pick up the rice, then subconsciously shook his head, hurriedly swallowed the matter in his mouth and said: "I'm not sick, I'm in good health, I don't need to call the imperial doctor."

Fu Yu looked confused: "Why is that?"

Cheng Zhong smiled after hearing his words, and comforted him: "Maybe the weather is getting warmer, and the spring is sleepy and the autumn is exhausting. What's more, Cang Lin is now growing up, so it's normal to get tired easily." He said to Cang Lin took a look, "Speaking of which, I think Cang Lin seems to have grown a little taller."

Fu Yu glanced at Cang Lin suspiciously: "I think he is still thin and small." After speaking, he took a large piece of meat for Cang Lin, "Then let's eat more."

Cang Lin stared at the piece of meat for a while, then raised his head and said seriously to Fu Yu: "I will definitely be taller than you in the future."

Fu Yu was stunned, and Cheng Zhong couldn't help laughing: "It's not impossible, Your Majesty grew up earlier, and grew faster in the past few years, but it has slowed down in the past two years."

Fu Yu was a little bit unconvinced, holding his rice bowl in his hands for a while, and said firmly, "Then you won't outlive me."

Cang Lin raised his eyes to look at him, but in the end he just lowered his eyes and replied flatly: "Then we'll see."

After lunch, the two drove Cheng Zhong back to the room to rest, and sat down in front of the desk again, Fu Yu picked up the pen and glanced at Cang Lin who was sitting opposite: "Do you want to go back to sleep too? "

Cang Lin raised his hand and rubbed his face, then shook his head: "I'll finish writing with you."

"Oh." Fu Yu bit the penholder, and looked at the two pieces of paper he wrote this morning, "You haven't said how those two pieces were written?"

Only then did Cang Lin recall that he reached out and picked up the paper, read each word, and then turned to Fu Yu who was waiting eagerly for a response: "Well, there is indeed progress."

The corners of Fu Yu's mouth curled up: "I also feel that I have made progress, but I don't know how Mr. Su will feel tomorrow."

Cang Lin looked down at the writing in his hand, then looked up at Fu Yu's expression, and finally comforted him: "Mr. Su has seen your initial level, although this word is not very good, but it can be seen Put your heart into it. Mr. Su should be most aware that practicing calligraphy is not a matter of a day or two. Even if you don’t praise him, he won’t criticize you anymore, so keep writing.”

After listening to his words, Fu Yu tilted her head and felt a little better. Looking at the two pieces of paper, she felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart. She dipped her pen in the ink, bowed her head and started writing again.

Cang Lin moved a chair and sat down next to him, holding a book he just found on the shelf in his hand, and looked down.Fu Yu turned his head and glanced at the book, only seeing a densely packed piece of words, shaking his head, he felt that the young man beside him was a bit more mysterious.