Duofu, head held high and full of pride, was about to head to his owner's palace of spiritual cultivation.
He absolutely has to protest today, and he has to protest resolutely, to let the pet owner know the seriousness of the matter.
He didn't raise an ordinary puppy.
How could you treat him so roughly?
How can we let him stay obediently in the Forbidden City?
How can I get him into my circle?
Yes, that's what imprisons him, preventing him from embarking on his journey to freedom.
Now he has to shout his slogan: Life is precious, love is more precious, but freedom is the most precious of all.
As Duofu looked at the Hall of Mental Cultivation getting closer and closer, he felt increasingly less confident as he walked.
He remembers it clearly. Last time, he also made a fuss about going out to play, but he didn't know whether I went out or not. Anyway, the result was that he obediently stayed in bed for three days.
This pet owner is getting more and more domineering. He used to say things like, "Once I become emperor, I'll have whatever I want."
He just wants to go outside and play, such a small wish, but his owner has the heart not to grant it.
If it weren't for his pet owner's diligent work of cleaning up the mess, he would have thought that his pet owner had raised some little devil in this harem.
Duofu felt his steps getting heavier and heavier as he walked. Maybe he should go back, eat his fill, and get some sleep first.
Let's talk about going out tomorrow. Besides, it's getting late, so even if we could go out today, we wouldn't be able to do much.
The four paws suddenly stopped, and the pair of big, round eyes looked around. The quality of the imperial guards in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was indeed different, and they were clearly worlds apart from the guards in the harem.
Look at that little face, that little bottom, that height and that demeanor—you can tell at a glance that she was raised with great care at home.
Each one looks like a big rooster showing off its charm.
Especially the one on the far right, Duofu felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Its claws involuntarily began to turn to the right, and by the time it came to its senses, it was already crouching not far from the guard.
Su Peisheng was waiting at the door. He spotted the little tyrant from afar, and his eyes lit up. Just then, something happened in the court that displeased His Majesty, and His Majesty was sulking inside.
He had just been worried that he might have accidentally spilled the fire extinguisher, but now that this little rascal had arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Alright, here comes the ready-made fire extinguisher; His Majesty should be unable to throw a tantrum now.
I just don't know what's wrong with this little rascal, why did he turn to the side?
The door to the Hall of Mental Cultivation was with him. But when he saw the little darling standing under the imperial guard on the far right, he was already acting like a lovesick fool.
Su Peisheng was jolted awake. This little darling might not remember, but he remembered very clearly that a group of guards were originally standing in front of them. It was because this little darling would come to Yangxin Hall to stare at them like a lovesick fool.
Normally nothing would happen, but that one time the Emperor happened to come out and saw Duofu, who was infatuated with the girl, and that was bad luck for him.
He didn't know if the young master was unlucky, but this imperial guard was incredibly unlucky. For a period of time, His Majesty disliked him for everything. If it weren't for the Empress's family...
They were probably all sent away a long time ago; now they're all standing at the very back.
This little devil is trying to cause trouble for others again.
Su Peisheng quickly let out a shout, and with lightning speed, he pulled the little ancestor to his side. Without saying a word, he picked up the little ancestor and carried him into the Hall of Mental Cultivation. If His Majesty were to see such a scene again...
He will definitely be unlucky and implicated. Su Peisheng himself also felt strange. He was in the sun every day on the far right, so how come he was still so fair-skinned?
The little ancestor noticed it in a flash.
Su Peisheng pushed the door of Yangxin Hall open a crack, loosened his grip, squeezed Duofu into the door, and quickly closed the door gently with his right hand before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He finally got this little troublemaker in jail, and he didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
Before Duofu could even react, he found himself already inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
He was clearly admiring a handsome guy just now; he could bet that guy had eight-pack abs.
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