Dressed as a palace cat butler

Jiang Yanchan always came earlier than Fang Tishuang, and every time the child walked into the side hall half asleep and half awake, she had already laid out the picture scroll, and even started to draw a sketch on the rice paper.

"Teacher!" Fang Tishuang suddenly stopped sleepwalking today, and trotted in all the way. When she saw Jiang Yanchan, she hurriedly wanted to complain to her, "Look at my face."

Jiang Yanchan put away the pen, and then looked up at the white jade-like little man, with a thin body and a slender waist, but the cheeks on both sides were swollen, giving him a strange top-heavy feeling.

"Hey," Painter Jiang smiled, "Who beat you up?"

Fang Tishuang sat down on the small table in front of her, and complained angrily: "It wasn't someone else who beat me up, but was stung by that annoying bee this morning. I can't even eat meat today. Your Majesty still wants to eat meat." It's really unreasonable not to allow me to rest even for a day, don't you think?"

"The sage is indeed too strict," Jiang Yanchan always said following the child's mind, "but your majesty is also for your own good."

Fang Tishuang pouted her mouth and let out a soft "hum".

Jiang Yanchan moved a little closer, with a smile on his face, and then suddenly said to him: "Teacher, there is a good thing here, do you want to listen?"

Fang Tishuang vented her anger immediately, lay down on the small table, and asked her curiously, "What's the matter?"

"One of the paintings you posted outside was sold yesterday." Jiang Yanchan didn't whet his appetite, and said straight to the point, "That person's bid is not low, but it's not too high."

The child happily patted the table: "Really? Don't make fun of me - which one did you sell?"

He insisted on refusing to put the title of "Speaking of Cicadas" on those paintings, so Fang Tishuang was also prepared in his heart that no one would care about these paintings, as long as someone was willing to buy them, he would only charge two copper coins Also very willing to sell.

"Our Shuang'er is going to become a famous painter in the future, why are you still so reckless?" Jiang Yanchan deliberately teased him.

Then she paused for a while, and then replied: "It's the first painting you sent out, in the painting is a blooming hawthorn tree, half leaning against the setting sun, and there is a kitten looking up under the tree. "

She doesn't need to say, of course Fang Tishuang remembers exactly what she painted on this painting.

He still remembered that the first time he sent this picture to Jiang Yanchan, she praised it several times, saying that it was very artistic.

So after the get out of class, he happily took the painting back to show Pei Ye. His Majesty only stingily praised that he has made progress, and then asked him, is it a greedy red fruit, right?

Fang Tishuang was poked into his mind, but refused to admit it. He took the painting away, saying that letting His Majesty appreciate the painting is like playing the piano against a cow.

After class today, Fang Tishuang went to the main hall as usual, and the palace people set up a small food table for him in Pei Ye, and asked him to eat with His Majesty.

When he eats, his mouth is always very broken, and what he eats doesn't hinder his speech. Although Pei Ye always taught him that "you don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep", but Fang Tishuang is not obedient when she comes back. Want to share today's trivial interesting things with him, chatting like a sparrow.

But today he quietly raised his head and glanced at Pei Ye several times. He really wanted to say a few words to him, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, so he stayed until the food plate was empty, and the two of them didn't say anything. In a word.

The palace people put away the plates and chopsticks with low eyebrows, guessing that these two people were angry with each other again today, but when the two quarreled and bickered in the past, it didn't take half a moment to make up again, and the quarrel was like today's Stiff, never before.

The child raised his eyes to look at the person sitting on the seat. The young man was dressed in a high crown, and his eyes were cold and distant. Fang Yishuang only looked at him so carefully today. This person didn't know what he ate. After sixteen years, he looked like a Fang Tishuang felt that he couldn't catch up with him no matter how high he was.

After His Majesty grew up, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be sculpted by wind and frost, and became clearer and sharper. When he was not smiling, it made people feel a sense of distance and the majesty of a superior.

But Fang Tishuang's feelings towards him are very complicated. On the one hand, he regards His Majesty as his confidant, and treats him as his "sixth brother", so he is very close to him in his heart, but on the other hand, as he gets older, As he grew older, he also became more and more aware of what the identity of Emperor Pei Ye meant.

Therefore, he suddenly felt a little conflicted and entangled in his heart.

Seeing that the child hesitated to speak, Pei Ye asked first, "I heard from Mr. Jiang that one of your paintings sold?"

"That's not true," Fang Tishuang's eyes lit up, and she immediately responded, "That man bid ten taels of silver."

"Which one are you selling?" Pei Ye asked again.

The child immediately opened up the chatterbox, and began to chatter: "It's the picture of the hawthorn tree. I just remembered it. I always feel that the tree and the flower were not drawn well. I was too young at that time..."

Seeing his old-fashioned appearance, Pei Ye suddenly smiled: "You're not old yet."

The child giggled, changed the subject, and began to praise the buyer for his good vision.

"It's only ten taels of silver, I think he earned it," Fang Tishuang put on a rich face, and said proudly, "When I become famous in the future, when painting fans inquire, oh, This is the first work of the great painting sage 'Mr. Tishuang' back then, and by then, the value of that painting will not be more than ten times higher?"

Pei Ye looked at him and smiled shallowly: "Our Shuang'er has grown up."

The smile on Fang Tishuang's face gradually faded, and the joy in his heart suddenly faded a lot. He used to really want to grow up, and dreamed that he would wake up one day and look like Pei Ye high.

But now, for some reason, he wished that he would never grow up.

After that day, he hardly ever got close to Pei Ye.

The two of them do their own thing every day, Fang Tishuang sometimes wants to share with His Majesty some anecdotes about what he met today, but when he thinks of what he said before, he swallows the words again and doesn't want to say any more.

This suffocated the child, so he ran to the Tiger Hall when he had nothing to do, either to play with Wan'er and the others, or to chat with brother, so gradually he didn't like to stay in front of the emperor.

Until July and a half of this year.

Master You took a vacation with Mr. Jiang, and the kitten was bored, so he took a tuft of cattail and nestled lazily under the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool.

The little cat was half asleep and half awake, suddenly saw a few figures appearing not far away, and then took a closer look, it was brother and the others who were carrying books out of the library, then spread a white cloth on the ground, and then put those books Lay one by one on a white cloth to dry.

So the little raccoon slave stretched his waist, then wagged his tail and went there.

"Meow~" The little cat stepped forward and rubbed the back of Cao Silang's hand, "Meow?" What are you doing?

Cao Silang rubbed his cat's head, and then explained to him softly: "It's hot during the three-month period, and the humidity is heavy. Taking advantage of the fine weather today, Eunuch Qi ordered us to take all these old books out to dry in the sun, so as not to be hurt by others." Moth-eaten and moldy."

The little cat nodded, and then stomped on the gaps in the books. After a while, he found a book with an interesting cover, and raised the cat's paw to turn a few pages. He saw that there were still a lot of small illustrations inside, so he became more interested immediately.

Pei Ye usually doesn't allow him to read these idle books, besides, he actually doesn't like to read books after class, he wished he didn't see a single line of paper, and he didn't even touch the books that the emperor usually placed beside his bed, let alone come to this library I borrowed a book and read it.

The title of this book is "Xuanguailu", and the little cat fell in love with it after only a few pages.

Right now, the sun is shining brightly, but the little cat is so scared that his spine is shivering, but he is afraid, but he will not stop at all, the more he looks, the more afraid he becomes, the more afraid he becomes.

That night, it was rare for the kitten to sleep without touching the bed.

As usual in the bedroom, the candles were extinguished until there was only one candle left. His eyes were wide open, and he always felt that there was something lying on the ceiling, another ghost stood outside the window, and there was an evil monster hiding under the bed.

In short, it is probably only safe in the bed at the moment.

So the little cat threw her body into the brocade quilt, and finally found some sense of security.

But in the dog days, the heat was unbearable, the kitten could not take it anymore after being suffocated in the bed for a while, and sneaked out two hind legs, but after a while, he suspected that some evil spirits would come to drag his feet , so he quickly retracted his feet.

After repeating this several times, the little cat sticks out its tongue so hot that the whole cat is almost wilting from the heat.

"Meow?" He called softly.

But on the other side of the screen and Pei Ye's side, there was no movement at all.

The little cat was terrified. After trying several times, it finally mustered up the courage to get out of the bed, then climbed up to His Majesty's dragon bed lightly, and finally found a place at the corner of the brocade quilt. Land, nestled in without a sound.

Pei Ye slept very lightly, and soon noticed the movement of the bed at the end of the bed. He hurriedly stood up, but saw a small round bump suddenly appeared at the end of the quilt.

"Fang Tishuang?" Pei Ye raised his hand and pulled the quilt up, and sure enough, he saw a kitten hiding under it. He paused, and then asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The kitten looked up at him pitifully, and then walked towards him with some twists and turns.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand subconsciously, then rubbed his little cat's head hesitantly, and comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, it's all fake."

Fang Tishuang's nose suddenly turned sour, and she buried her head in the emperor's arms, and then meowed for a long time.

Right now, this gesture of one person and one cat is already the most intimate moment in the past few months.

The kitten was buried in his arms for a while, and then lay down on Pei Ye's bed. His Majesty lay with him for a while, and then he remembered something, and suddenly said: "It's getting late, I'll take you back alone sleep."

Fang Tishuang didn't want to go back to her own bed, so she lay down on his pillow and pretended to be dead, pretending to be fast asleep.

Pei Ye sighed softly, then gently picked up the kitten, sent him back to the small bed on the other side of the screen, and tucked him in the quilt.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the only candle again, and re-lit the two lamps, and the bedroom suddenly became much brighter.

The emperor put down the red candle and was about to turn around to go back when he suddenly heard a voice from the little bed behind him: "Your Majesty..."

He looked back and saw that the kitten had turned into a human body, with a pair of cat ears that hadn't been closed in time on its head, and there was a touch of red at the corners of its eyes and the tip of its nose, looking extremely pitiful.

"I don't want to light the lamp, I'm not afraid anymore," he said.

In fact, the child is not really not afraid, he is just for Pei Ye, Fang Tishuang is well aware of His Majesty's bad habit of sleeping lightly, as long as it is brighter and louder at night, he will not be able to sleep well.

The child was very reluctant to see His Majesty spend another sleepless night just to accommodate himself.

Pei Ye said indifferently: "You are not afraid, you are alone—go to sleep."

After speaking, he turned and returned to the bed on the other side of the screen.

Fang Tishuang heard the rustling sound on the other side, so he turned sideways and looked at the bed on the other side from under the screen.

Looking through the gap under the screen, he could actually see half of Pei Ye's face.

"Your Majesty," Fang Tishuang paused, and then asked carefully, "Can you talk to me? I seem to be... still a little scared."

Pei Ye gave a soft "hmm", then turned sideways and looked at half of his eyes through the narrow slit.

Fang Tishuang didn't speak immediately, but cautiously stretched out a finger, through the gap, to the other side of the screen, and then said: "Brother Six, can you hold my hand?"

Pei Ye subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw the little finger, his heart softened for a moment. He didn't agree, but stretched out his hand and hooked Fang Tishuang's index finger.

"The teacher said that a few of my paintings have been sold recently," Fang Tishuang said in a low voice, as if worried that Pei Ye would not be willing to listen, he paused for a while, and after hearing His Majesty's reaction, he said again, "In total, I've earned more than 50 taels of silver."

Pei Ye rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and then smiled lightly: "I heard from Mr. Jiang that your recent paintings are getting better and better... This is very good."

He lied, and Pei Ye actually wanted Fang Tishuang to be illiterate. It would be better to grow up a little trash. From now on, he could only rely on him to live. He would be trapped in this inner court all his life, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. .

He could have tied him firmly by his side, but Pei Ye couldn't bear it, and was afraid that the child would grow up and be sensible, and would hate him for it for the rest of his life.

Pei Ye lowered his eyes, thinking about the future.

In the future, when this child becomes a sensible adult, he will go out of the palace if he wants to. At least he has a skill, so he won't starve himself to death.

If he doesn't want to leave the palace... His Majesty never thought about his unwillingness to leave the palace. After all, Pei Ye felt that no one would be willing to be trapped in the inner court for a lifetime.

Fang Tishuang rubbed her eyes with the other hand, and then suddenly said with tears in her mouth: "Can we... can we stop quarreling? Shuang'er will not be lazy in the future. Your Majesty, please don't ignore Shuang'er, okay?"

Pei Ye's heart was sour, and many unspoken scruples were like thick fog blown away by the strong wind, and the last thing he said was a faint voice: "En."

"I can make money now," Fang Yishuang gritted her teeth, and then said indignantly, "Otherwise, we won't be emperors anymore. Let's go find a barren mountain where no one knows, build a house and farm, and I can Selling paintings to support the family, your majesty...you can marry whoever you like in the future, and you don't have to suffer this kind of grievance in the palace."

Hearing his childish words, Pei Ye could not help but smile softly on his face: "If Gu Ruo left, what will happen to the world? What should the people of Liming do?"

Fang Tishuang's mind flashed through several of His Majesty's brothers, and he felt that none of them were as good as his own, and none of them could be of great use.

"I don't know," Fang Tishuang blurted out, "Anyway, there will always be a way."

Pei Ye didn't ask any more questions, but just followed him and said, "Okay, if I feel that I can't hold on anymore, I will go with you."

Fang Tishuang suddenly felt that his heart was full of strength, as if he was also a responsible and reliable adult, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and then firmly hooked His Majesty's finger.

The night wind outside the window gently blows the branches and leaves on the treetops, spiders hover over the melons and fruits in the yard, weaving dense webs with the sound of cicadas, and the distant Altair Vega flickers, and the bright moonlight is light such as practicing...

And on the two beds in the dormitory, there were two people, separated by a thin screen, secretly hooking their fingers in the crack, falling asleep with each other's thoughts.