kvmb Chapter 667: Sticky State
Chapter 667: Sticky State
When Hongzhan saw his mother and his younger brothers and sisters leaving, he quickly stood up as well.
The emperor reached out and pulled him back, "Hongzhan, you still need to practice your calligraphy more. Don't slack off."
"Su Peisheng, bring a small table for the Sixth Prince and place it next to me."
Hongzhan was thinking about the travel notes that Fu Wen'an had just brought with him, and explained without hesitation.
"Father, I have finished practicing ten large characters today."
"When I was your age, I practiced calligraphy on twenty large characters every day."
As the emperor spoke, he picked the person up.
Su Peisheng silently responded in his heart: Your Majesty, you have no one to play with, so you can only stay in the prince's house to practice calligraphy.
The Sixth Prince is different. All his younger brothers and sisters like to stick to him.
The Imperial Noble Consort also wished to ask about her husband's well-being every day.
But Su Peisheng didn't dare to say such words.
He cheerfully called two young eunuchs to move tables and chairs for the Sixth Prince, personally wiped off the dust on them with a handkerchief, and carefully placed the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone one by one.
Judging from the emperor's behavior, the Sixth Prince's study might have to be moved to the Qinzheng Hall in the future.
The Imperial Concubine is truly a very blessed person.
Su Peisheng was once again thankful that he had discovered Cui Jinxi's true identity so early, otherwise he might be working hard for that black-hearted master and servant at this moment.
Seeing that Hongzhan was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting each other, Su Peisheng mustered up the courage to remind him.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should go to bed."
The emperor raised his head unhappily and looked in the direction where his whisk moved slightly. He saw his son's head nodding, looking very sleepy.
He glanced at the memorial on his right, then looked at his son who was so sleepy that he almost knocked his head on the table. His heart softened and he decided to take him to rest.
Rong'er felt sorry for her son. If she knew that she was forcing Hongzhan to stay up late, she would definitely pull his sleeve and cry.
The emperor carried the sleeping Hongzhan to the side hall, thinking silently in his heart: Women and children are trouble.
Although he looked unhappy, when he found that Hongzhan had been pulling his clothes, he still took him back to the bedroom.
It was the first time that Su Peisheng saw his master so restrained, so he handed him the half-wrung hot towel.
The emperor wiped it twice awkwardly, then gave orders in a low voice with a cold face.
"Su Peisheng, take off my shoes for me."
"Yes, this slave..."
Su Peisheng was halfway through his words when he felt a sharp gaze directed at him.
He quickly shut up, trotted forward, and carefully took off the emperor's shoes and socks.
After tucking in the quilts of the two masters, Su Peisheng slowly moved out.
Only after he got outside did he dare to take out his handkerchief and wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.
The master was like a tiger protecting his cub, as if he would pounce if he uttered another word.
The emperor was forced to lie down in bed early in the palace and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
He stared at the bright yellow curtain above his head and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Just as he was wondering whether to take off the robe that Hongzhan was holding and continue to deal with the memorials, suddenly a soft little body rolled into his arms.
The emperor's body stiffened, and he felt Hongzhan's even breathing, and then an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart.
When he was too cold to sleep in the prince's residence, he had imagined that the emperor would hold him in his arms as he fell asleep.
Sadly, it was just a dream.
The emperor adjusted his posture to make the person in his arms more comfortable.
It was a deep night, and the bedroom was silent, with the faint sound of a night watchman's drumming coming from outside.
The emperor looked at his son's sleeping face, and gradually fatigue came over him. He obediently closed his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, the emperor, feeling the long-lost comfort, suddenly opened his eyes.
He pulled aside a corner of the curtain and saw that the weather outside was fine.
Su Peisheng hasn't asked for permission to go to bed yet, so he can take a nap for a while longer.
He looked down and saw Hongzhan, who had slept next to him last night, was now hugging his arm. His little face was rosy and he was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his lips.
He probably didn't sleep so unsteadily when he was a kid, right?
The emperor recalled uncertainly that he had never heard Su Peisheng mention it.
That probably means it hasn't happened.
I have always had a good sleeping habit, much better than my son.
"Your Majesty, it's time..."
"You little dog slave, keep your voice down and don't disturb Hongzhan."
The emperor scolded softly.
As soon as he turned around, he met his son's watery eyes, which were clear black and white.
Hongzhan had woken up and was looking at him with hazy eyes blinking.
"Ahem... Hongzhan, it's time to get up and study."
"Father, I understand."
Hongzhan agreed happily. He put his arms around the emperor's neck and looked up to discuss.
"Father Emperor, I have never slept so soundly before. Tonight, can you..."
The emperor's face darkened. He pulled Hongzhan's hand away, lifted him up and made him stand up, then gave him a severe scolding.
"Hongzhan, you're a grown-up boy now. How can you imitate the clingy behavior of a girl?"
"We are the Manchus..."
"Your Mafa...your Thirteenth Uncle..."
Su Peisheng listened to the emperor's endless teachings outside the curtain and laughed in his heart.
The master is a cold-hearted person. If he didn't care about me, he wouldn't have said so much to the Sixth Prince.
Hongzhan was so dizzy from the emperor's scolding that he couldn't help but yawn a little.
No wonder my eighth brother keeps talking all day long, it turns out it’s because of Sui Gen’er.
"Hongzhan, do you realize your mistake?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."
Hearing his son's muffled voice, the emperor was satisfied and carried him down from the dragon bed.
"Hurry back to the side hall and wash up, don't miss the class."
The emperor gently pushed the person away and hurried to wash up.
I have an appointment with the ministers to discuss matters today, so I have to go early.
On the way, Su Peisheng hesitated several times to speak, which made the emperor annoyed, so he asked directly.
"You little dog slave, if you have something to say, just say it! Why are you being so coy?"
Su Peisheng spoke nervously, "Your Majesty, when I was getting some snacks for you, I ran into the Sixth Prince who was out attending classes. He didn't seem very happy."
"How can a little kid be unhappy?"
The emperor said this and quickened his pace.
Su Peisheng followed behind, biting his lip. His master had always looked unhappy since he was a child.
Because he didn't smile much, he was scolded by the late emperor.
The Sixth Prince is already nine years old, why can’t he have some emotions?
If the master himself was trapped in bed and lectured by the late emperor early in the morning, I wonder if he would be unhappy.