Chapter 2: I will punish you "Don't cry, or you'll choke me."...

Pu Tingsong's tone was so gentle that Jiang Qiyan suddenly wanted to cry.

"My injury is fine, it doesn't hurt too much," Jiang Qiyan said in a low voice.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally asked the question that he already had the answer to in his heart, "Sir...does the emperor not want me anymore?"

"Well, so what are you going to do?"

So what should he do?

Jiang Qiyan thought about it seriously.

He was helpless and couldn't think of any solution, so he could only... trouble sir.

Jiang Qiyan pursed his lips, tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks. He gently grasped the corner of Pu Tingsong's clothes, and cried in his soft voice, "Father doesn't want me anymore..."

He remembered that the teacher said that if he pulled the corner of his clothes, he would hug him.

He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to crawl into his husband's arms and cry for a while.

Pu Tingsong leaned over as promised, bent down and picked him up, "If you don't want it, then don't want it. What else can I do?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. The master will want you anyway."

Jiang Qiyan cried and was coaxed into crying by Pu Tingsong.

He couldn't tell whether he was sad or touched. His husband was really good to him and had always been so good to him.

His face was tearful, and he suddenly saw a flash of amusement in the gentleman's eyes.

It's... an illusion...

Pu Tingsong held him with one hand and rubbed his hair with the other, "Be good, if you cry again the teacher will be heartbroken."

"Yeah," Jiang Qiyan rubbed his eyes. Pu Tingsong's expression clearly showed only doting.

It turned out that I was seeing things wrong. "I...I won't cry anymore."

He should be happy because he is going to live with his husband.

Sir, you won't dislike him, will you?

His stomach suddenly growled, and Jiang Qiyan was stunned.

It’s over… I’m going to be discovered…

"Are you hungry?" Pu Tingsong stopped rubbing his head and touched his bulging belly. "Did you have no meal?"

"I used it," Jiang Qiyan said in a low voice, "not much."

In fact, it was just a few mouthfuls of pigeon meat and a small pigeon leg.

"Really?" Pu Tingsong carried him into the carriage and said nothing more.

He felt a little disappointed, thinking that the gentleman would...

Forget it, it’s not mealtime now, how can you make such an unreasonable request for food?

How can he ask for that, sir?

Jiang Qiyan kept his head down all the way. He didn't know why he was sad. His little hands kept grabbing Pu Tingsong's sleeves nervously.

The carriage slowly stopped, Pu Tingsong carried him to the steps and put him down.

He looked up at the plaque on the high gate. The Imperial Teacher's Mansion was very large, probably even larger than the Kunning Palace.

He stood there with his head down, somewhat afraid to go in.

"Why don't you leave?" Pu Tingsong waited for a while, but didn't hear his answer, so he didn't ask again. He just stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want to hold it?"

“Yes.”

Jiang Qiyan told himself in his heart to be braver. This was the master's residence, not a dangerous place.

He placed his little hand in Pu Tingsong's palm, and Pu Tingsong smiled at him, "Let's go to the dining hall. You must be hungry."

Jiang Qiyan's eyes lit up instantly, his nose felt sore, and he almost burst into tears again.

"But... it's not dinner time..."

Can I have something to eat even though it’s not mealtime?

He was so moved that he was at a loss as to what to do. "I..."

"Well, it's not time for dinner," Pu Tingsong's voice was unremarkable, "but you're hungry."

"Have you really eaten?" Pu Tingsong took care of him because of his inconvenient legs and feet and walked very slowly. "Can you hide it from the teacher?"

"Don't lie to the gentleman again, or you will be punished."

The voice was very soft, but Jiang Qiyan felt a little frightened for some reason.

How could that be? Mr. Mingming is very gentle.

It must be because I kept the secret from my husband that I feel guilty.

Jiang Qiyan was being led by Pu Tingsong, feeling dizzy. He turned several corners and passed through several doors before he reached the dining room.

It's so big, without someone to lead it, it will definitely get lost...

He started to feel uneasy again. His ankle was hurting and he really wanted his husband to hold him.

But the gentleman didn't even look at him. Was he angry because of his concealment?

The gentleman was angry, but he did not walk fast regardless of the situation. Instead, he stopped from time to time to let him slow down.

The teacher has taken good care of him. It was just that he was not behaving well today.

Pu Tingsong sat down in the main seat, pulled him in front of him, and wiped away his tears carefully. "Why are you crying? Are you afraid that I will punish you?"

Jiang Qiyan stood with his head down, his eyes never leaving his toes.

Pu Tingsong's hand that was wiping his tears moved lower and lower along with his head. After he could no longer see his little face, Pu Tingsong finally spoke, "I won't punish you. Eat your meal."

Perhaps because he was afraid that he couldn't see and would hurt his eyes, or perhaps because he felt that it was meaningless to wipe it clean, Pu Tingsong's hand left the corner of his eye.

Jiang Qiyan sniffed and wanted to cry even more.

Next time when the teacher wipes his tears, he will not lower his head, so the teacher can wipe them for a while longer.

He thought about it with some nostalgia, then looked at the same tall wooden chair and felt troubled.

My foot is injured and I can't climb up.

But the teacher was angry, and he didn't dare ask the teacher for help anymore.

He just stood there, like a small human-shaped tree, motionless.

"Have I taught you?" a voice came from above. "Can't you remember?"

"gentlemen……"

Pu Tingsong seemed to want to say something, but after hearing his call, he stopped immediately and did not continue.

"You say," Pu Tingsong looked at the child calmly.

The child's eyes were filled with tears again.

The gentleman clearly had something to say, but I was willing to listen to him first.

Sir...Give him a lot of respect. Really.

"I remember..." Jiang Qiyan's voice was not loud, but it was just enough for him to hear clearly, "Teacher taught me that if I have any difficulties, I should take the initiative to ask for help from him."

Pu Tingsong listened to what he said very seriously, and this seriousness gave Jiang Qiyan some courage.

"Sir..." Jiang Qiyan raised his head, tears on his face, "The chair is too high, can you hold me for a while?"

Same words as last night, but different results.

After listening to this, Pu Tingsong nodded and held him on his lap.

"Your feet must be sore all the way here," Pu Tingsong said with some sympathy as he rubbed his feet. "You've wanted to hug me for a long time, right? Even if you don't want to ask for it, I've taught you how not to ask for it, haven't I?"

Jiang Qiyan said nothing, seemingly concentrating on biting the delicious chicken leg.

But his occasionally moving eyes and his ears that were always erect gave him away.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would choke, Pu Tingsong didn't speak until he saw him swallow the meat in his mouth, "Is it because your teacher doesn't love you enough?"

Jiang Qiyan couldn't eat anymore. He put down the chicken leg and shook his head in panic.

"To act tough in front of someone who is willing to pamper you is a sign of distrust and betrayal," Pu Tingsong said slowly, and then he saw the child's tears, which had been pent up for a long time, falling down.

"I know you're uneasy," Pu Tingsong said in a slightly softer voice, "but uneasiness is also a form of distrust."

Jiang Qiyan wanted to pull the gentleman's sleeve and tell him that it was not like that.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his husband, it’s because he feels that his husband is unhappy and he doesn’t dare to ask his husband to hug him.

But his hands were full of oil... If I pulled his sleeves, he would get dirty...

"What do you want to say?" Pu Tingsong took out a small piece of silk and stretched out his hand to him.

He put his soft white hand over, and the oil on his hand was quickly wiped clean. The master's voice came from above his head, "Say whatever you want to say, and do whatever you want to do."

Jiang Qiyan suddenly changed his mind. He didn't want to grab the master's sleeve anymore. He wanted to throw himself into the master's arms.

"Sir... Sir, can you put your arms around my waist?" After all, he didn't dare to pounce, but just cautiously and tentatively rubbed past.

The test was easily fulfilled. Pu Tingsong put his arms around his waist and held him in his arms.

"Not going to continue eating?" Pu Tingsong patted him gently, "You can hold me for a while longer, and then continue eating."

Jiang Qiyan snorted, and the scent of pine from the gentleman's body filled his breath. The woody aroma was very obvious.

"Wow..." I don't know if it's because the master's arms are too warm that it makes him fragile. The usually insignificant grievances are infinitely magnified at this moment, and Jiang Qiyan's strength is easily broken.

“Woo…wooo…”

"Sir... Sir..." Jiang Qiyan burst into tears, "Wow Sir..."

He called out "Sir" again and again, called out once, sobbed, and then called out again, "Wu Sir... Wu..."

"Are you so wronged?" Pu Tingsong said to him, "Will the sir help you vent your anger?"

I don't feel wronged, I'm just so moved.

"No...don't...wuuuu", Jiang Qiyan shook his little head desperately.

People from the lineage of the emperor's tutor have always been in an awkward position in the court.

Without real power, one is not allowed to interfere in politics.

Moreover, Mr.'s father, the previous imperial tutor, has passed away.

On the day Jiang Beiwang ascended the throne, he issued an edict to execute the previous imperial teacher.

Jiang Beiwang executed his own teacher, probably because he hated Pu Laozi for being too strict with him before he ascended the throne.

Jiang Qiyan thought, since Mr. became the emperor's teacher, it has only been more than a year since he entered the officialdom, and his situation must be very difficult.

Sir, you are isolated and helpless in the court, and you will definitely be bullied often.

If I get into trouble with the new queen again...

"No, no," Jiang Qiyan recalled the figure of his teacher kneeling for him in Yu's study that morning.

He felt so distressed, so distressed. He was not doing well, and his father didn't like him. As his imperial teacher and the only eldest son of Master Pu, he must have been looked down upon by his father...

My father might take advantage of this situation and use him as an excuse to make his teacher, the imperial tutor, suffer some injustice...

When he thought of this, he felt guilty and uncomfortable.

"Sir, please don't go." Jiang Qiyan cried so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes. "I'm not feeling wronged. I just... I just think that you are so nice. I..."

After a long pause, he grabbed the gentleman's collar and whispered with a strong nasal tone, "I... I'm not good, I'm not worthy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fingers that were grabbing his collar were pried open one by one, and he quickly left Pu Tingsong's legs and was placed on the chair next to him.

"Eat," Pu Tingsong said, his breath so low that it seemed like water could condense out of it. "I'll talk to you after you finish eating."

Jiang Qiyan's eyes gradually widened, then he pursed his lips, held the bowl in his arms, and lowered his head to eat the food inside.

The gentleman seemed a little angry again. He had already made the gentleman angry many times today...

Pu Tingsong washed his hands with water before taking the chicken leg from his bowl.

The chicken legs were torn into strips and put into his bowl. He chewed the strips of meat and rice while crying.

It's delicious. It seems like I haven't eaten something so delicious in a long time.

It wasn't leftovers; the husband knew he was hungry and specially asked someone to bring it to him.

"Don't cry," Pu Tingsong said in a calm tone, "You will choke."

How could he not cry? Jiang Qiyan's shoulders began to tremble, and the spoon hung in the air, unable to reach his mouth.

Sir, how can your hands, which are so beautiful, be stained with oil?

It should be as high and mighty as its owner, pure and spotless.

How can you do such a completely unnecessary thing?

Although it was a bit difficult for his little teeth to bite such a big chicken leg, Mr. doesn't have to...

"Do you want me to feed you? Why can't you hold the spoon steadily?" Pu Tingsong leaned forward and asked in a questioning tone.

Jiang Qiyan tried hard to keep his hands steady and ate with difficulty.

How dare he let the gentleman feed him?

Suddenly, two slender fingers appeared on the little hand. "You still don't remember what the teacher just said?"

Jiang Qiyan was shocked and obediently let go of his hand, allowing the master to take the spoon away.

It is a betrayal to a teacher to try to be strong in front of him who is willing to pamper him.

Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong with the eyes of a little animal, feeling inferior and timid. When Pu Tingsong scooped up the next spoonful, he obediently opened his mouth and ate it into his stomach.

"Ah——" one mouthful after another.

My stomach was quickly filled, and my heart seemed to be filled as well, feeling bloated.

"Are you full?" Pu Tingsong put down his empty bowl and touched his bulging belly. "Then let's talk. You are injured, so just sit down."

That tense feeling of crisis began to emerge again like bamboo shoots after rain. Jiang Qiyan lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, his heart in his throat.