Dressed as a palace cat butler

On the second day after getting married, Fang Tishuang couldn't get up from the bed smoothly, and His Majesty also generously let him marry, so he didn't have to get up early to go to class for a few days.

Another day, Fang Tishuang finally fulfilled his promise - he would get up early to practice sword with Pei Ye.

It's a pity that he couldn't last for two days. Before Fang Tishuang's laziness broke out, he sprained his wrist first.

After spraining her right hand, Fang Tishuang simply refused to eat by herself.

Although his left hand is not good at using chopsticks, it is more than enough to use a spoon by himself. However, as long as His Majesty is present and eating with him, Fang Yishuang will always lean back sickly on the back of the chair, sir. Putting his hands together, he said, "Oh, how can I eat here?"

"If you can't eat, don't eat," Pei Ye said with a smile, "You're so spoiled."

Fang Tishuang saw that he was not only not nervous about herself, but also made sarcastic remarks beside him, so she kicked him on the hem of his robe in anger: "I followed you to practice swords, and that's why I sprained it, you don't care about me." ?”

Pei Ye had nothing to do with him, so he was forced to take care of this very tempered patient.

As long as Fang Tishuang opens his mouth, His Majesty will put vegetables into his mouth, and seal his broken mouth tightly.

Although His Majesty was enjoying it in his heart, he still said to him: "It's not that Gu has not warned you. You should use the wooden sword first when you are a beginner. Who told you to be eager for success and insist on grabbing Gu's sword to play with?" Now I got my wish and got hurt, who is to blame?"

Fang Tishuang heard it, and immediately wanted to hit him with the uninjured hand, and said confidently, "Who told you that your broken sword is so heavy, it doesn't fit in your hand at all."

That day Fang Tishuang had only used the wooden sword for a day, and he felt that he had almost mastered it, so he pestered Pei Ye to grab his imposing real sword to play with, but Pei Ye couldn't resist him, so he borrowed it from him take.

But who would have thought that he insisted on following His Majesty's example in splitting the small tree, and in the end the branch was cut in half, but unfortunately his wrist was also sprained.

Pei Ye scooped up half a spoonful of chicken soup, put it near his mouth and blew it, and then delivered it to his mouth: "Then after your wrist is healed, are you still practicing swords with Buhe Gu?"

"No more practice," Fang Tishuang readily refused, "It's better to lie down and sleep."

His Majesty couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but his answer was also expected by Pei Ye. When practicing swords the morning before, Fang Tishuang got a small blister on his hand, and he screamed in pain all day long. Acting like a baby and asking him to brag.

Pei Ye hugged his hand and blew for a long time until he almost died, but Fang Tishuang was still dissatisfied.

Pei Ye knew him very well, he acted like a spoiled child, not for anything else, but because he was lazy and wanted to give up halfway, but because of the eloquent promise that day, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't want to go.

His Majesty pretended not to understand what he meant, and grabbed him from the bed early the next morning.

So the next morning, Fang Tishuang sprained her wrist as she wished.

He couldn't draw these days, and he was bored every day, so he often stayed by Pei Ye's side to torture him, disturbing his inattention to government affairs, and the block letters on the memorial floated by before his eyes, but he didn't take it into his mind at all.

As long as he raised his head, only Fang Tishuang's shining face was left in his eyes, every frown and smile could tug at his heartstrings.

In the past few days, His Majesty deeply understood that You Wang, who played with the princes in order to make the beauties smile, what "the king will not go to court early" and what "the sage of Daji will die", if the faces of those beauties are replaced by Fang Yishuang Yes, I am afraid that he will also be fascinated willingly.

The beauty in front of him was innocent, Pei Ye only hated himself for not being self-reliant and prudent, so he entangled with him for a few days, then sent someone to go outside the palace, collected a lot of scripts for him, and finally gave him to Sent away.

It seemed that Fang Tishuang used to forget to sleep and eat when talking, but he didn't like to pester him anymore, but when His Majesty was free, he was still busy reading the scripts, reading even by candlelight at night, and ignored His Majesty at all.

Pei Ye was so regretful that he wanted to secretly burn these scriptures for him, but unfortunately he didn't dare to do it.

Fang Tishuang drew some pamphlets not long ago, and those strange little stories became very popular in the market, causing many painters to follow suit.

And the small page that published the storybook sometimes had news attached, the writing was very small and dense, Fang Tishuang was not willing to read it at first, but later accidentally found her name on it, and became interested in it.

But he still had a headache looking at the small characters, so he forced His Majesty to read it to him.

Pei Ye has been treated coldly recently, and he hasn't been able to get close to him for a long time, so he happily took the job.

"You are also mentioned in this book, and you are also called Mr. Tishuang." Pei Ye said with a smile.

Fang Tishuang's eyes lit up immediately, and she urged: "What did he call me? Please read it again!"

"Mr. Tishuang."

Fang Tishuang suddenly flew up and happily kissed His Majesty on the face: "Hey 1"

He liked the title very much, adding Mr. to the end of his name, as if he had become such a great person.

Most of his paintings in the current commentary essays are praises, but there are praises and criticisms. Sometimes Pei Ye finds some scolding him, and he secretly improvises, replacing them with praises.

Fang Tishuang was shaking his head and was very happy.

But there was one article that Pei Ye couldn't hold back, and praised him so well that it reached Fang Tishuang's heart, and Fang Tishuang stretched out her hand excitedly: "This man's writing is really good, you can give it to me!" , I will see it by myself."

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment: "There's nothing to see. The word is too small and hurts your eyes. I'd better read it to you alone."

Fang Tishuang seemed to have noticed something suddenly, so she snatched the scriptures from his hand, and after only two glances, her eyes turned red with anger.

Pei Ye hurriedly snatched the booklet back from his hand: "Out of so many books, only this one is blind. Don't pay attention to him. What kind of painting can he understand when he writes a story book? It's just to show his and Others are different, that’s why you write nonsense like this.”

Fang Tishuang was very discouraged, even if she heard hundreds of compliments on him, she couldn't compare to this one scolding him.

The surprises piled up just now because of being praised by others, all made this light and flimsy page of the small comment, and it was messed up.

He knew in his heart that his paintings were still flawed, but he was still young and was improving every day, and he would definitely be able to draw better in the future. He didn't understand how these small reviews could use such bad words to write about him.

Fang Tishuang was so sad that she threw herself into Pei Ye's arms to make a fuss, beating his chest roughly: "They scolded me, and you lied to me too."

Seeing him crying because of this small comment, Pei Ye couldn't help feeling very distressed: "They are talking nonsense."

Fang Tishuang wiped away tears, and nodded in agreement: "It's nonsense!"

"What's the point if everyone follows what their ancestors left behind and copied the same paintings they drew? Just because the first person to eat crabs was steamed, and if others make another dish of drunk crabs If you come out, you will be called deviant, how can there be such a reason?"

Pei Ye patiently listened to what he said in one breath, and then followed him: "That's it."

"These people are really clueless. They don't deserve to see our Mr. Tishuang's paintings. Maybe they haven't seen them with their own eyes. If they only hear about them, they will come here to wrong people."

Fang Tishuang was still angry after scolding him, and read those small comments over and over again like masochistic. When he saw those who praised him, he was relieved, and when he saw those who scolded him, he took it very seriously.

The more he looked, the more sad he became, and suddenly he felt a little bit depressed, turned his head with a sullen face, and said in a muffled voice, "Aye, I don't want to draw anymore."

Pei Ye looked at him, searched his stomach for a long time, and only came up with one sentence: "How can I do that? Don't you like painting the most?"

"But they misinterpreted my paintings," Fang Tishuang felt extremely wronged, "I didn't think that way at all."

Pei Ye couldn't see him being so sad at all, so he followed him and said, "Then we won't paint, anyway, we don't have to worry about money."

He paused, followed his back again, and coaxed softly: "Don't be sad, if you can't get angry, Gu will order people to arrest them all, put them in jail, and see if they dare to mess up again in the future." Write."

Fang Tishuang smiled through tears: "Stop messing around, if it spreads, there will be more people scolding me."

It didn't take long for Fang Tishuang's sprained wrist to heal, but after reading those tabloids, he really made up his mind and refused to touch a single painting.

Although Pei Ye didn't say anything, he knew it in his heart.

He couldn't help but start to reflect on himself, did he spoil the kitten too much?From childhood to adulthood, His Majesty was not willing to let Fang Tishuang suffer any setbacks and grievances.

Whenever Fang Tishuang encounters some troubles, Pei Ye will solve them for him as soon as Fang Tishuang opens his mouth.

By the time His Majesty realizes that he has been raised too innocently, it is already too late. This little devil always thinks that the world is beautiful and everyone is good. When he sees something bad occasionally, he can comfort himself and say that it was just an accident. .

The blow this time must have been quite heavy for him.

Seeing him sad at first, His Majesty was very annoyed, and felt that he was really sick, so why not buy him some scripts.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was actually good for him to suffer and suffer some setbacks.

If he can be in good health, live a long life, and protect this little cat for the rest of his life, that would be great, but there are always accidents in life, even if the little cat doesn't like to be prepared for danger in times of danger, he has to take precautions for him. It is best not to protect him for the rest of his life.

Fang Tishuang was sluggish for several days, but Pei Ye didn't mention it to him.

But suddenly one day, His Majesty uncharacteristically leveled the drawing paper on the table, studied the coloring material, and said that he wanted to draw.

Fang Tishuang hadn't touched a paintbrush for so many days, so she was already itchy, so she also stuck to him, wanting to watch him paint.

Pei Ye shook his hands on purpose, making the painting very ugly. Fang Tishuang couldn't see others wasting his precious paint, so she trembled with anger and wanted to bite his neck.

"What are you painting?" Fang Tishuang said angrily while grabbing the paintbrush in his hand, "Don't paint if you don't know how to paint, I don't even want to use this coloring material!"

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Pei Ye couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, you won't be painting anymore, so how precious is the coloring material? Isn't it a waste to leave it alone?"

Fang Tishuang casually said: "Who says I don't paint..."

Pei Ye smiled and handed him the paintbrush: "Then you draw, and show Gu to see."

Fang Tishuang didn't pick up the pen, but said sadly: "I've said it all, I won't draw anymore, since I said it, I can't break my word and get fat."

Pei Ye bowed his head and thought for a while, then came up with a bad idea: "Then you can draw on your lonely hand, not on paper, and the color on your body will be washed away after washing. If it’s not called a painting, it’s not a broken promise.”

His words sounded carefully, but in fact they didn't make sense at all, but Fang Tishuang never thought about it after hearing it, so he hesitated for a moment before taking the paintbrush in Pei Ye's hand.

He had wanted to paint on Pei Ye for a long time, but unfortunately His Majesty has been refusing to let him go. Now that he has the opportunity, Fang Tishuang can naturally throw away any promises, and wants to paint on him with a pen.

It was not enough to paint the backs of Pei Ye's hands. Fang Tishuang suppressed it for too long, and now she was very excited about painting. She took Pei Ye back to the bedroom, took off his clothes, and was about to paint on him. .

Pei Ye's original intention was to encourage him to regain his confidence, so he endured the grievances and let him make trouble on himself.

Fang Tishuang smiled treacherously, and after a while, he drew a dragon on Pei Ye's upper body, and the dragon's eyes were outlined on those two points.

It's a pity that the distance between the eyes of this golden dragon looks like a hole, not to mention the slightest prestige, and it's a bit funny. Then, Fang Tishuang added a few kitten-like beards on the side of the dragon's cheeks.

Pei Ye looked at the bronze mirror and was a little dissatisfied: "How can there be a dragon with such a long beard? It's like a raccoon slave."

Fang Tishuang rebutted him confidently: "What do you know? Who has actually seen a dragon? Who can prove that a dragon's whiskers don't grow like cat whiskers. I said that if a dragon's whiskers look like this, it must look like this."

While he was talking, he didn't stop his hand, and he was still writing like a snake on his body, writing lightly and heavily.

Pei Ye was really scared of him, and couldn't help shrinking back: "Okay, it's like this, don't shake your hands, little ancestor, it's tickling me to death."

"I told you to question me," Fang Tishuang smiled, and continued to draw, but there was no room to draw any further, so he glanced at His Majesty reproachfully: "Your Majesty, your upper body is too short, right?" ?”

Before Pei Ye opened his mouth to refute, he heard him muttering and complaining a few more times, saying that he was very irresponsible in handling this canvas, and then hastily put away the pen.

His Majesty was not angry, but just looked in the mirror again, and then deliberately asked him, "Where's the lonely dragon's tail?"

Fang Tishuang smiled mysteriously, then suddenly reached out and squeezed his robes hard: "Isn't it here?"

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed down on the bed by Pei Ye. His Majesty retaliated against him in his own way, and also tore off his coat, and then pinned him on the bed, and put a pen on his side. A painting was made on Guangjie's back.

As soon as His Majesty finished writing, Fang Tishuang struggled, screaming itchy.

"Why are you only allowed to scribble on Gu's body?" Pei Ye pinched his waist, "but Gu Gu is not allowed to paint on your back. You don't want to be punished for doing bad things. You think it's a good idea!"

Fang Tishuang couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to resist the itch and asked Pei Ye to draw a kitten on his back.

"Okay?" Fang Tishuang muttered dissatisfiedly, "How long has it been? Have you finished painting yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, His Majesty bent down and planted a light and itchy kiss on the back of his neck.

Fang Tishuang hadn't reacted yet, but the pair of cat ears on his head and the cat tail under his body pushed out at the same time.

Pei Ye glanced at the final product, and rubbed the pair of cat ears on the top of his head with satisfaction: "The drawing is finished, do you want to see it?"

What is painted on the back is a lying kitten, the cat's tail is just connected to the snow-white cat's tail pushed out by Fang Tishuang, and the cat's tail trembles when he moves a little , The lining of the painting is more and more lifelike.

"Don't look!" Fang Tishuang turned over, "It's so dirty, I want to wash it off."

However, Pei Ye suddenly pressed his wrist, pressed it close to his ear and asked, "Do you still remember where you pinched it just now? Now you want to run, are you kind?"

Fang Tishuang hurriedly turned her head, said sternly, "I don't want it, I want to paint now, if you dare to bully me, I will turn back into a cat!"

Pei Ye smiled at him: "Then you change."

Fang Tishuang was lying there, her face flushed red, but she failed to turn herself into a cat. He didn't turn back into a cat very often recently, and sometimes the cat's ears protruded accidentally, but he didn't care much. So this skill has become somewhat less proficient these days.

"Why doesn't it change?" Pei Ye asked again

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fang Tishuang wanted to run away. Pei Ye had expected him to run away, so he grabbed his ankle quickly.

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