Dressed as a palace cat butler

Today is His Majesty's 20th birthday, Fang Tishuang woke up early in the morning and didn't see him.

Early in the morning, Pei Ye dressed up and went out of the palace, leading all the officials to sacrifice to heaven and earth, and then Cui Shanming tied his hair and crowned him, and performed the crowning ceremony in the Taimiao with great momentum.

When the emperor came back from the coronation, Fang Tishuang had already left the hall. Today Pei Ye was not around, so he occupied his desk and lay between the piles of memorials, doing his homework half asleep and half awake.

Pei Ye walked behind him and took a look, only to see that the characters on the rice paper were crawling like dogs, crooked, big and small, and this slacker was useless.

His Majesty sneered, then grabbed his ear, and said in a toneless way: "Is the lonely table case good for sleeping?"

Fang Tishuang woke up immediately. He patted the emperor's hand away, then rubbed the ear, and said vaguely: "It's okay, it's just a little annoying."

"Does Gu have to ask the palace servants to give you an extra bed blanket and a pillow?"

Fang Tishuang's eyes brightened slightly, and she smiled at him agreeingly: "It's not impossible."

Pei Ye also smiled, and then gave him a gentle push: "Get up quickly—how long have you been studying, and the words are still written like this, so I'm not ashamed at all."

Fang Tishuang put away the stack of rice paper, then pressed it under the memorial on the table, and started talking nonsense: "I write well, and the master praises my handwriting with grandeur."

After speaking, he curiously touched the crown hanging on the front of His Majesty's crown: "Your Majesty, is your crown heavy?"

Right now there is no one else in the hall, whenever the two of them are alone, Fang Tishuang always likes to throw away all the rules and etiquette that he didn't pay much attention to.

But recently, he seemed to be a little more sensible, and he wasn't as close to Pei Ye as stickyly as before.

"A little bit," Pei Ye said as he was about to take off his crown, seeing his curious look, he asked casually, "Do you wear it or not?"

Fang Tishuang now knows the rules, and smiled at him: "I don't wear it, and people will see it later, and it's time to spread bad words about me."

"What's bad about you?" Pei Ye asked.

Fang Tishuang thought for a while, and then said nonsense: "Hmm...Maybe there will be rumors that I have the intention of rebellion, or that I have deceived His Majesty with evil words, and I will do something that will bring disaster to the country and the people."

The emperor chuckled, took out his silk handkerchief and wiped the light ink stains on his cheeks, and then asked him again: "Do you know what it means to bring disaster to the country and the people?"

"Why don't I know, the master told us in class..." Fang Tishuang lowered her head a little, letting him wipe it obediently.

While talking, he stretched out his hand and brushed His Majesty's crown.

The five-color crowns were collided with each other by his action, and they dangled and swayed. Fang Tishuang looked down at the face of His Majesty hiding behind the crown, and couldn't help being stunned.

Pei Ye noticed his strangeness, and suddenly raised his eyes, and met his hazy gaze lightly: "What are you thinking?"

Fang Tishuang was taken aback immediately, and she wanted to cover up: "No... I didn't think about anything, this broken bead made my eyes dizzy."

He paused, and then said: "Your Majesty, why don't I draw a picture for you?"

He has painted a lot of paintings over the years, but he was not willing to paint a picture for Pei Ye. The emperor asked him several times for this, but no matter what His Majesty said, Fang Tishuang refused to paint for him.

"Why did you suddenly think of painting Danqing for Gu Gu today?" Pei Ye asked him, with a little anger in his words, "Other people begged you for a few words, and you were willing to paint, but when Du Dugu asked you to beg, you refused to die Do it."

Fang Tishuang smiled innocently at him, and said casually: "Your Majesty has wronged Shuang'er, Shuang'er just wants to stay until the day when His Majesty is crowned, and then paint for His Majesty."

What he didn't say in his heart was that in the past, he secretly painted several paintings for Pei Ye, but he always felt dissatisfied, and felt that his painting skills were not good enough, and he was afraid that his majesty would be ugly and ruined. up.

Therefore, after all these years, he did not dare to promise to paint the painting for His Majesty.

But now that he is good at painting skills and has confidence in his heart, he feels that it is also very good to make up a painting for Pei Ye as a crowning ceremony.

Pei Ye listened to his nonsense, but felt inexplicably upset in his heart.

He chuckled lightly and replied, "Okay."

Fang Tishuang turned around and went back to the bedroom, looking for the box of paint that she had treasured for a long time.

This was Pei Ye's gift to him on his birthday last year, and he was hardly willing to use it. The colors in it were rarer and rarer than the last one, some gemstones were ground into powder, and even expensive gold.

The child is stingy, thinking that this box of gem powder is almost equal to the savings he has accumulated over the years, so he is always reluctant to use it.

Seeing him like this, Pei Ye told him several times to let him use it anyway, and he would buy it when he ran out.

Fang Tishuang felt very distressed, and said righteously: "These are all people's fat and people's ointment. You are an emperor, why don't you save more rice for the people of Li, how many people in this world still can't eat enough."

Pei Ye smiled and said, "Okay, then you can return it, anyway, you don't want to use it, why don't you sell it to the common people to buy rice."

Fang Tishuang listened, but quickly hugged the precious box tightly, muttering slightly, her voice suddenly lowered: "I bought everything, there are so many people in the world, how can this little rice be enough..."

After speaking, he ran away with the box in his arms, and Pei Ye laughed at him for several days because of this.

Fang Tishuang rummaged in the bedroom for a long time, messed up those boxes, but still couldn't find his precious box of paint, so she murmured loudly to the outside: "Your Majesty, where is my paint? What do you give me?" Where did I put it?"

Fang Tishuang couldn't find it by himself, so he suspected that His Majesty had given the treasure to exchange for rice, but he just said it casually that day, taking the opportunity to teach Pei Ye a lesson, and he was not really willing to sell the paint.

Feeling flustered, he turned over a small box that was pressed at the bottom, but as soon as he opened the box, Fang Tishuang was stunned.

There was a long sandalwood box in there, Fang Tishuang opened it subconsciously, and saw a scroll of paintings in there, he didn't even need to open it to take a closer look, he already knew the content of the painting in his heart.

That was the first painting he sold.

In the box besides the picture scroll, there is also a worn five-color rope and a worn-out writing brush.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered when this bracelet was made.

But that writing brush...he hadn't forgotten it at all, and it was impossible for him to forget it.

It was given to him by Pei Ye when he was just learning to paint, and his name was engraved on the end of the brush. He used this brush to draw sketches, and also used it to write and copy books.

At that time, his handwriting was always big and ugly, and His Majesty always joked that his handwriting looked like a big reptile, and the rice paper he used looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

But it was His Majesty who held his hand and taught him how to move the pen and draw characters horizontally, vertically, and horizontally.

Later, this pen was worn out by him, and the hair blew up. Fang Tishuang changed to a new pen, and left the old one behind. Unexpectedly, Pei Ye picked it up.

At the same time, Pei Ye also stepped in.

"Why can't I find it?" The emperor was hurriedly called over from the main hall by the palace servants without changing his robes, he couldn't help but feel a little upset, "Didn't I keep it for you..."

He was slightly startled, and then walked slowly behind Fang Tishuang, only to see that the thin back of the big boy was trembling slightly.

Pei Ye leaned over slightly, wiped his wet eyes with his hand, and paused for a while before saying, "Why are you crying again? Who just swore to Gu yesterday that he is already an adult?"

Fang Tishuang suppressed her tears, but there was still a bit of a nasal tone in her words: "Your Majesty stole my things..."

Pei Ye laughed for a while: "Why do you still complain to the villain first, which thing here is not lonely? It's reasonable for you to steal the lonely thing, huh?"

Fang Tishuang ignored him, and continued to reach out to open the small white crystal box next to the sandalwood box, which contained the yellow pink butterfly. The butterfly was well preserved, and there was a layer underneath Moisture-resistant sawdust.

Fang Tishuang didn't dare to take a breath, lest the butterfly would come alive and fly away in front of him.

"What is your Majesty doing hiding these?" He blurted out.

Pei Ye looked down at his fluffy hair, and wrote lightly: "No reason, I like it... so I put it away."

Fang Tishuang carefully put these things away, and then put them back in their original places. He really didn't expect that Pei Ye bought his first painting.

At that time, he asked Jiang Yanchan to send some paintings outside the palace, but after a long time, no one cared about them. The child was very sad and often suspected that he might not be suitable for learning painting.

The ten taels of silver at that time really made him happy for a long time. During that time, he could even wake up with a smile from his dreams at night.

But now that he knew that the buyer turned out to be His Majesty, he didn't feel that he had been cheated. Instead, he had mixed feelings, his nose was sour, and his eyes turned red again.

Fang Tishuang wiped away her tears, then cleared her throat, and deliberately increased her tone: "Who told you to buy my painting?"

"Isn't this spending money to buy a clean?" Pei Ye deliberately teased him, "I don't know who it was at that time, and I whispered in my orphan's ear every day, saying that I might not be the material to learn painting. Gu Tongjiang asked for sick leave and refused to go to class."

Fang Tishuang couldn't help laughing through his tears when he heard his yin and yang tone. After laughing for a while, he asked him suspiciously: "What about the other paintings I sold later? Could it be that you also accepted them?"

"Gu is not being taken advantage of," Pei Ye said, "You eat and use people's fat and people's ointment. How can you have so much money to buy your broken painting?"

Fang Tishuang turned her head and glared at him, then immediately jumped up from the ground, chasing and beating him to death.

While chasing him, he retorted: "Your painting is broken, but mine is really good!"

The two quarreled for a while, and the tears on Fang Tishuang's cheeks dried up, and he asked him in a rough voice with his mouth curled up, "Where is my gemstone-ground paint?"

Pei Ye went straight to a box, reached out and found his precious box of paint: "Isn't it here? Blind bear."

Fang Tishuang immediately snatched the box over, and then said confidently: "It's because His Majesty always likes to put my things in a mess."

This little slacker lived a really sloppy life. He never put away his things when they were used up. He just put them away and packed them up for him. He was not happy about it, and muttered that his things would never be found.

Pei Ye couldn't understand him very much, so he taught him a lot about it.

So His Majesty took a few steps forward, flicked him on the forehead, sneered and said cruelly: "Next time you throw things around, I will let someone throw all your 'babies' into the pond." .”

Not to be outdone, Fang Tishuang stood on tiptoe, and gave him a slap on the forehead: "Then I will draw a picture on your majesty's memorial, and make the courtiers laugh at you!"

Every time Pei Ye saw his bad manners and bad temper, he always felt itchy in his fist, but even if his teeth were itching with hatred, he was reluctant to really beat him. Fang Yishuang just figured out his temperament, so he dared to Such audacity.

Frowning at each other, the two returned to the main hall one after the other.

Fang Tishuang unfolded the scroll, wanted to draw a portrait for the emperor, and directed Pei Ye as if ordering a servant boy: "Your Majesty, I'm busy, go and wash my brushes for me."

Pei Ye rolled his eyes at him, but in the end he continued to wash his brush and ink for him without complaint, and finally had to obediently sit in the hall and let him copy the painting.

In fact, even if Fang Tishuang closes his eyes, he still knows what his majesty looks like, even the small mole hidden in his eyebrows, the curvature of the end of the eyes, and the length of the eyebrows.

But he still wants His Majesty to sit there, it seems that only in this way can he stare at him unscrupulously, and describe every part of his body with his eyes carefully and impolitely.

Fang Tishuang felt that he might be sick, and was very afraid that Pei Ye would find out his dirty thoughts, but he still couldn't help but take the risk to secretly look at him.

After half an hour, the emperor in the hall only felt that his legs were going to be numb, because he was afraid that he could not draw well, so His Majesty dared not move at all. Now he was a little impatient waiting, so he asked Said: "Are you ready?"

"It's almost there," Fang Tishuang replied with a guilty conscience.

"Half an hour has passed," Pei Ye asked, "The drafting should be finished, right? Bring it here and show Gu a look."

Fang Tishuang was very reluctant to let others see his half-finished painting, but he just did it for personal gain, and peeked at Pei Ye many times, and now he feels guilty and guilty.

So he thought about it, and still reluctantly submitted the painting.

Pei Ye looked down and saw that there were only a few clean lines on it, but a tall young man was vividly drawn on the paper. Although the court painters would paint a portrait of him every year, no matter where he was In every painting, he couldn't escape the condescending, majestic and haughty aura.

Not like a person, just like an emperor.

But Fang Tishuang drew this picture for him... the eyebrows of the person in the painting are stretched, and there seems to be infinite tenderness in the eyes. A shallow smile.

"Where is Gu holding the cat?" The more satisfied Pei Ye felt, the more he wanted to criticize, "Doodle."

Fang Tishuang was feeling guilty at the moment, she couldn't hear him say this, so she deliberately raised her voice, and said forcefully: "I always bring cats with me for the paintings, whether your majesty likes it or not."

Pei Ye was afraid that if he got angry, he would stop painting, so he coaxed him again: "I'm just kidding, our Shuang'er paints very well, much better than those old painters, I'm so satisfied. "

"It's more or less the same." Fang Tishuang turned his face away slightly, his ears were turning red, and seeing that the cat ears on the top of his head were about to pop out again, he snatched the scroll whole, I hurried back to my little table to color the painting.