Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

Rao is that the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested.

Even though Wei Yang had nothing on his mind when he said it, Murong Shu blushed impatiently, angrily and irrefutablely.

Two people, inside and outside, dealt a double blow to him from the inside to the outside in an instant!

No matter how old a man is, no one can laugh when his abilities are questioned.

What he wanted to say was blocked, so he could only sit down in embarrassment and smiled at Wei Yang.

Wei Yang got up and walked towards him, "Your Majesty, apart from the two things just now, I have one more thing to say."

Murong Shu nodded, with a look of all ears, "Teacher, please tell me."

"After the new year, it will be Chunwei. This is a major event once every three years. It is related to the selection of talents by the imperial court. Besides, this is the first time His Majesty has presided over Chunwei since he took the throne."

"Cleaning up the venue, issuing test questions, looking for examiners, and reading test papers are all major matters, and none of them can be sloppy. Your Majesty still needs to make preparations early."

"Select candidates who can truly serve the country and His Majesty."

His voice was clear and clear, and what he said was full of sincerity, "It is best to select a few candidates who are only loyal to His Majesty, and then train them slowly. If they can really take charge of their own and relieve His Majesty's worries, then it would be great. "

Murong Shu's heart moved, and he spoke more earnestly, "I know, Taifu has a heart."

Although these days, because he and Pei Que are close, he and the Taifu are inevitably alienated, but the Taifu is also sincerely looking out for himself.

He was advising himself to seize the opportunity and choose a few emperor disciples who were only loyal to him.

He drooped his eyelashes, and couldn't help but think of Bai Mian who kowtowed to Shangjing a few times, but he didn't know if the rain would fall in time in March.

But it doesn't matter, now that the situation between Pei Dang and Wei Dang has eased a bit, it goes without saying that Pei Que is also dedicated to his own good.

Thinking about it, his situation is already much better than when he just ascended the throne.

He smiled at Wei Yang, and casually touched the teacup that he had just put down. Unexpectedly, his movements were a little wider, and he grasped the teacup, but the back of his hand was scalded by the teapot next to it.

He hissed, and retracted his hand reflexively, but forgot that there was still a teacup in his hand, and with the wave of his palm, it just splashed on his chest.

"Your Majesty One"

Wei Yang got up quickly, took out a towel and wiped it for him, and blamed him slightly, "Why are you so big, and you still do things so sloppily?"

"I didn't notice..."

Wei Yang wiped it clean for him, and when he raised his head, he happened to see Murong Shu's ruddy lips.

I don't know why, but today his lips look plumper than ever...

It was light water red, and when she didn't make any expression, her lips were slightly raised.

Really.. I really want people to kiss Fangze.

Just looking at it steadily, he felt a little parched, pressed the thought in his heart, and turned his face to avoid looking at his lips.

"Your Majesty, please be careful."

"I see."

Wei Yang lowered his head, and saw that he was holding His Majesty's hand with one hand, and with the other hand, he was holding a handkerchief on the other's front.

From childhood to adulthood, he has seen those hands countless times, they are a little smaller than his own, and now they are held in his hands, just enough to enclose the other party.

That hand was slippery and soft, and it could be broken by blowing a bullet. He held it in his hand, and for a moment, he couldn't bear to let go.

"Teacher?"

The little emperor waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Wei Yang nodded, even though he was very reluctant to let go, he let go of his hand politely.

He took a breath and moved his nostrils, "Your Majesty, what's the smell?"

A vague smell lingers on the tip of the nose, the ambergris aroma that His Majesty often uses, and a smell that smells familiar but can't be described...

"what.."

The little emperor hesitated for a moment, his face blushed uncontrollably...

So embarrassing!

This is too embarrassing!

He just said not to be here, the Tai Tuo hasn't left yet!

Getting no response, Wei Yang raised his head to meet his dodging eyes, and the blush welling up on his cheeks.

A ridiculous and very possible thought suddenly flashed in his mind...

The faint smell scrambled into his nostrils, and he took another breath...

It is also a man, this smell, how could he not know what it is...

Wei Yang's clear and shallow eyes were dazed for a moment.

Pei Que's hand was injured, His Majesty applied medicine for him, and then took a fancy to him, what did you give Pei Que to?

He couldn't believe it.

But Pei is indeed a man with a broken root and cannot be told by others, besides, he said he was taking medicine, but His Majesty came back, but he didn't come back...

Is Your Majesty so demanding and so brave in bedtime?

Or was he too young to stand the temptation, and was seduced by Pei Que again.

It's just that the minister is still waiting outside, but the emperor is doing this kind of thing inside...

Publicizing prostitution during the day, regardless of the occasion, isn't this the behavior of a foolish king?

Wei Yang was in a bit of trouble, His Majesty was young, and Pei was indeed a treacherous and ignorant person. As a grand tutor, he should give advice.

But how should I speak this kind of words...

Before he could think of the right words, there were footsteps in his ears, and then Pei Que yelled in a calm voice, "Let go!"

He didn't even have to turn his face to know that the man must be gnashing his teeth.

Pei Que hurried over, and then slowly let go of the annoying Wei Yang.

"Master Wei is really determined to be a superior. I'm not here for a short while, so Taifu Wei can't wait?"

With a sullen face, Pei Que stood between Murong Shu and Wei Yang.

Wei Yang didn't take it seriously, and glanced down at Pei Qu's hand, which was twisted with gauze, and it really had just been changed.So His Majesty came out straight away after finishing, leaving Pei Que alone to dress up and tidy up, and then gave himself medicine?

So... what he guessed was true?

Seeing that Pei Que was holding the little emperor's shoulders and sitting on the dragon chair, he rubbed his knees, seeming even more displeased.

Then I heard His Majesty ask softly: "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

Pei Que spoke, and lazily leaned back, "Is there any important matter that Master Wei has not reported?"

"If you've said all you need to say, let's go."

He squinted his eyes, his eyes were dangerous, "There is only one dragon couch in Chengqian Hall, and there is no place for Lord Xiaowei!"

"Pei Que!"

Murong Shu took his hand and shook it lightly, "You misunderstood, I knocked over the tea cup and got it on myself."

Pei Que's face changed, and he sat up straight in an instant, touching the water stain with his fingers, "Is it all splashed here? Is it hot?"

"No no……"

The little emperor squeezed his hand, "It's not hot."

Pei Que grabbed his palm and looked it back and forth. Sure enough, there was an obvious red mark on the middle finger of his right hand, which was hot.

Since he was a child, he has been carefully taken care of by a group of court ladies and eunuchs, and he has never suffered at all.

The skin was very delicate, and a red mark fell on the face of the hand, which was extremely eye-catching.

Pei Que frowned, held up his hand and blew on his lips, "Fortunately, it's not serious, if the water is hotter, it's time to take medicine."

"Don't wait until the minister's hand is not healed, His Majesty will be injured again."

"I don't hurt."

The person in front of him shook his head as he spoke, as if to prove that what he said was true, "It doesn't hurt at all."

Pei Que sighed distressedly, "I really can't be here for a while."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wei Yang, "Then thank you, Mr. Wei."

Wei Yang looked at the two of them and nodded slightly, but his heart was full of twists and turns.

Judging by Pei Que's performance, he really cares about His Majesty, wishing he could do everything by himself.

But judging by His Majesty's performance, he is not as fond of Pei Que as deep as Pei Que...

Knowing that Pei is indeed injured, but regardless of his wound, he wants to have fun by himself.

After finishing the work, Papaipi.ass came out, and left the man who hadn't treated the wound to bandage himself.

Is His Majesty the person who really likes him, or his body?

Since His Majesty is young, it is inevitable that he is interested in new things...

If so, all the better...

Watching Wei Yang disappear from the gate of the hall, Pei Que hugged him onto his lap, "What did he say to His Majesty when I was away?"

"Talk about next year's spring."

"He told His Majesty to take the opportunity to train his close ministers?"

Murong Shu hooked his neck, "How did Pei Qing know? Did you secretly listen because you were worried that I was with him?"

"You can guess it."

Pei Que wrapped his arms around his waist, "He will be a good man!"

"Who wouldn't say nice words?" Pei Que pinched his face, "Your Majesty needs to know who is the one who is really good for you."

"I know, I know!"

The little emperor wrapped his arms around his neck, pouted and smacked his face with a clear and crisp voice.

"Pei Qing is naturally kind to me!"

"I startled the horse, it was Pei Qing who came down like a god, regardless of the injuries that hadn't healed, she sacrificed her life to save me!"

"I will definitely remember Pei Qing's heart."

Seeing his swearing, Pei Que smiled and touched his forehead, "God descends? Your Majesty is sweet."

He lifted the opponent's chin, "Otherwise, Your Majesty, why did you run away as soon as you saw the minister when you were outside? Why are you so unwilling to see me?" "I don't want to see you."

Murong Shu pursed his lips, "I hurt your sister, I was afraid you would hit me."

"I'll hit you?"

Pei Que frowned at him, and poked his chest with his fingertips.

"Murong Shu, do you have a heart? Ah? Do you have a heart?"

He held back his strength, afraid that it would hurt him if poked, but who knew that he was not afraid of pain at all, instead writhed in his arms itchyly, "giggling", avoiding his movements.

"Pei Qing..Pei Qing.."