The little baby Duofu felt his chin was wet, so he grabbed the sleeve next to him and wiped it. Of course, it wasn't his own, but rather the sleeve of the Fourth Prince Yinzhen, who was eating dried fruit.
After wiping it, he put it back as if nothing had happened.
Su Peisheng, standing to the side, was holding back his laughter, his veins throbbing.
But he didn't dare.
He dares to swear.
If he smiles, his expressionless master, who's always eating dried fruit, will definitely target him.
Su Peisheng lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and clenched his hands tightly, trying hard to control his expression.
I mentally went over all the things that had happened recently, and when I thought about how my buttocks would bleed, I suppressed the urge to laugh.
But seeing Duofu nonchalantly wiping his drool with the sleeve of his germaphobic master was a shock.
The little voice in Su Peisheng's heart was already laughing hysterically.
He looked like he was struggling to hold it in, and he pinched his thigh hard twice before he could control himself.
He didn't let himself laugh out loud; his eyes, with his head down, were full of schadenfreude.
His master's obsession with cleanliness seemed to be immune to Duofu's.
He had never seen his master ever complain about Duofu.
No matter how dirty Duofu got out of the house, the first thing he did when he came back was to throw himself at the Fourth Prince Yinzhen, and he never looked disgusted at him.
Each time, she would gently pick him up with a smile, and patiently groom the dead leaves and twigs off his fur without any disgust.
Su Peisheng felt that his master was getting old and would eventually marry a wife.
It's also impossible for him to treat his wife as well as he treated Duofu, whom he raised.
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, glanced at Su Peisheng coldly, his shoulders trembling.
"Get out of here! Do I have to come and beg you?"
Su Peisheng kept his head down, tidied up the medicine bowls, dishes, and food box, picked up the light box, and flew out of the room as if he were on wheels of fire, gently closing the door behind him.
Fourth Prince Yinzhen gritted his teeth, staring unkindly at the little baby Duofu in his arms who was still secretly laughing.
Duofu himself never expected that his human, the future emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the Fourth Prince Yinzhen, would have a sweet tooth.
This is so out of character for him.
How could a future cold-faced prince like sweets, something so girly?
If word gets out and others find out, they'll laugh themselves silly.
The thought of the Fourth Prince Yinzhen's political enemies finding out about his love for sweets made Duofu burst into laughter.
Duofu didn't hold back either; he wasn't as timid as Su Peisheng.
He was so timid. He had clearly seen the barely suppressed smile on Su Peisheng's lips and his trembling shoulders.
He could see even the small gesture of the man pinching his thigh hard.
Duofu felt that Su Peisheng was still too inexperienced; what was there to be ashamed of in laughing at?
At most, the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, can only say a few words to him now.
What's there to be afraid of?
Duofu really couldn't understand it.
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, stared intently at the baby in his arms, who was laughing so hard he was almost choking. After staring for a while, his eyes started to ache.
He didn't see the little baby pull his hand away, so he could only sigh silently, but the empty threat didn't go away either.
"Don't come looking for me if you're laughing at me now and your stomach hurts later."
Duofu felt that this threat was useless to him; when the time came, someone would naturally come and clean up his mess.
He's not afraid at all.
Duofu laughed for a while longer, tears welling up in his eyes, and his stomach suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Duofu looked somewhat bewildered. Was the Fourth Prince Yinzhen a jinx? He had just said that his stomach would hurt later.
Now his lower abdomen started to cramp.
Duofu looked somewhat frightened; a stomachache was not a pleasant memory.
He vividly remembered the last time he ate something wrong and was in pain all night, and the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, rubbed his stomach all night.
That night was so painful. He wanted to sleep but couldn't because of the pain. The medicine didn't work, so he just groaned and moaned all night.
By the next day, he was no longer in much pain and drifted off to sleep. The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, went to the Imperial Study with obvious dark circles under his eyes.
That incident taught him a harsh lesson, and he not only drastically reduced his usual snacks by half.
Even the meat on the table gradually decreased.
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, also told him in a serious tone that Huang Gong needed to cut expenses recently, and that they, as princes, should take the lead.
Naturally, we should be more frugal when it comes to food.
Duofu was dumbfounded at that time. He couldn't believe that someone so frugal as to raise a prince raised by Consort Tong would not have meat to eat.
If you say it's someone who's not favored, it's more believable.
Duofu later threw a tantrum and acted cute to get meat, and it took a whole week before meat slowly appeared on the table.
He never dared to eat until his stomach hurt again. Later, he learned to eat with experience. If his stomach swelled up a little, it was okay, and he could still eat.
Once you've eaten until your stomach is completely immobile, you absolutely cannot eat anymore. Otherwise, rubbing your stomach won't help; it will definitely hurt.
Before long, Duofu's belly started growling, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked pitifully at the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen.
"Four...four...stomach...ache, I'm doomed..."
Fourth Prince Yinzhen hadn't expected his prediction to be so accurate, and his handsome face was full of anxiety. He had only said it casually; he hadn't really intended for Duofu to have a stomachache.
In his haste, he didn't even hear clearly what Duofu had called him.
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, stretched out his well-defined hand and gently made clockwise circles on the chubby little belly.
His face no longer held that feigned expressionless seriousness; his eyes were panicked, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and although he spoke words of reproach, his tone sounded like he was coaxing someone.
"You called me 'Master Xiao' just now, but now you're the one suffering."
"Will you dare to do it again next time?"
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, looked at the baby in his arms and sighed again. He had sighed more today than he had in the entire previous year.
When Duofu had a stomachache, he could only gently hold him. Even if he wanted to call the imperial physician to take a look, he dared not take the risk.
Having barely managed to save his life, he dared not take any more risks, not even the slightest one.
He can only hope for good fortune now.
Fourth Prince Yinzhen patiently held Duofu's bulging belly, while Duofu looked uncomfortable, whimpering and wiggling his little bottom.
Fortunately, it didn't hurt as much as last time. It must have been from laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe properly.
After massaging for a while and letting it rest, Duofu felt much better.
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