Chapter 4 Sir, please send me away He...seems to have touched the reverse scale...

Sir, do you like him who is obedient and gentle?

Then he will always be obedient and gentle in the future.

"Don't worry, you must believe in me. I promised that no matter what you do, I will never abandon you," Pu Tingsong comforted him gently.

He wanted to cry again. When his mother left, he held her hand and begged her not to abandon him.

But the queen mother still killed herself with poison.

Later, the emperor didn't want him anymore. He was so young, so he drove him out of the palace.

He had learned his lesson and did not ask his father for help. He knew that his father disliked him just like everyone else and it would be useless to ask for help.

It was different with the gentleman. He had originally intended to ask the gentleman for a favor. The gentleman was so nice, and if he begged the gentleman, he would probably not abandon him.

He is willing to accept any punishment.

But the teacher forgave him before he could beg, and even comforted him even though he was crying.

——Don’t be so nice, it’s the vase that’s not good.

Qiyan is not a good person. Qiyan has caused a lot of trouble to the teacher.

Jiang Qiyan stopped crying. He stood aside with red and swollen eyes, watching the teacher clean up the mess on the floor. He wanted to help but was afraid of making things worse, so he could only stand there rubbing his fingers together.

Like a good little rabbit. Pu Tingsong glanced at him and couldn't help but comment in his heart.

"Let me carry you to sit on the stool for a while. Don't your feet hurt from standing for so long?"

Pu Tingsong carried him to the chair with great pity, "Come to your room after taking a bath in the evening, and I will apply some medicine on your poor little feet."

"I'm not hurt... sir..."

As soon as Jiang Qiyan raised his head, he was startled by the dark color in Pu Tingsong's eyes.

"Are you going to refuse sir?"

Pu Tingsong's deep voice was obviously no different from usual, except that there was a cloud of gloom on his brows. The voice immediately sounded full of oppression, as if heralding the coming of some danger.

"No... no," Jiang Qiyan shuddered, "I'll come over after I finish taking a shower tonight..."

The dark clouds dispersed, Pu Tingsong smiled and rubbed his head, "That's good, I will wash you and make you smell better."

"Okay... okay..." Jiang Qiyan wanted to say that he could also take a shower, but his husband seemed to particularly dislike being rejected...

"The mansion is too big, and not many people live there," Pu Tingsong sighed, "The master thought it was too empty, so he had the other courtyards locked up."

Pu Tingsong glanced at him when he was halfway through his words. "You came in a hurry, and I didn't clean up the room for you. You..."

After a brief pause, with a hint of uncertainty and anticipation, "If Xiao Qiyan is willing to sleep with Mr., Mr. will be very happy."

"I am willing," Jiang Qiyan quickly interrupted, "Sir... Sir, don't be sad. Qiyan will sleep with you every day from now on..."

Mr.'s father and mother have both passed away, and he must feel very lonely living alone in a big house.

Now that he is here, he will try his best to make the master happy and relieve his boredom!

Jiang Qiyan did not realize that because of Pu Tingsong's appropriate "show of weakness", he had unknowingly developed a sense of belonging here, and even designated a "responsibility" for himself.

It was all within expectations. Pu Tingsong observed the child's subtle changes.

He planned every step carefully and slowly, making Jiang Qiyan fall into the gentle trap he set and unable to extricate himself.

When Jiang Qiyan succeeds to the throne, won't he still worry that this obedient little emperor won't be a better puppet than the current emperor?

Pu Tingsong showed a hint of joy at just the right moment, and the corners of his eyes quickly caught Jiang Qiyan's attention.

Sir...you have a nice smile...

Jiang Qi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

It turns out that all you need to do is sleep with your husband and he will be happy...

Sir, you must have been lonely for too long. Just like him, you must really want someone to accompany you.

"Little Qiyan, what are you thinking about when you look at your teacher?" The teacher's face suddenly enlarged in his pupils. Jiang Qiyan stared blankly at Pu Tingsong who leaned forward and approached him.

Pu Tingsong scratched his little nose and said, "Why do you smile so cutely?"

"Because... I like to see you smile..."

Jiang Qiyan lowered his head, his ears reddening with embarrassment.

"Do you really like it so much?" Pu Tingsong moved closer and then smiled a little wider than before, "Then will your teacher smile more often in the future?"

The gentleman's eyelashes were so close, so long, with a perfect curve, as if if they came a little closer, they would touch his eyelids.

Jiang Qiyan stood on tiptoe as if possessed by a ghost, not daring to be too presumptuous. He just lightly touched the tip of the eyelashes and then lowered his head.

Sir...will you blame him?

Pu Tingsong simply stretched out a finger and gently tapped his forehead. "Are you a sneak attack to become my teacher?"

It was obviously the master who attacked him first!

Perhaps it was because the sunlight outside the window was too warm, or perhaps it was because the residual warmth from Pu Tingsong's fingertips passed through his forehead and went straight down to his heart.

Jiang Qiyan only felt as if his eyes flashed, and his husband's whole body seemed to be made of light. The fine smoke and dust in the air were clearly visible because of the light, and they just circled around Pu Tingsong.

It feels very peaceful, like a silhouette picked out from the endless dull years, dull but not boring.

But he had just gotten into big trouble.

The tranquil lake water was disturbed by the rocks, and the peace of mind that had just begun to dawn on me became uneasy again.

The light in Jiang Qiyan's eyes slowly faded, and he said softly, "Sir...I won't sit on the chair."

I shouldn't have sat there. He felt a little sad as he thought about it.

Pu Tingsong's thumb fell on the corner of his eye, rubbing the red spot, his tone still warm, "What's wrong?"

"I'll stand for a while...or..." Jiang Qiyan really wanted to lower his head, but when the master's fingers were placed here, he suddenly couldn't bear to move.

If I lower my head, Mr.'s fingers will leave here...

"Or what?" Pu Tingsong continued, "Or do you plan to kneel for a while so that you can feel less guilty?"

There was a long silence, and Jiang Qiyan might be a little unsure of what to do.

Mr. Picky Picky had revealed all his thoughts one by one, and now he didn't know what else to say.

It was as if the teacher could read his mind. He could never hide what he was thinking from the teacher.

Pu Tingsong looked at him for as long as he was silent, as if waiting for him to speak.

After waiting for a long time, I could only see his trembling lips slightly opened, as if he was about to say something, but he quickly pursed them tightly again, not intending to say anything more.

He didn't say anything, so Pu Tingsong said it for him, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

Yes, I'm really sorry.

Tears welled up in Jiang Qiyan's eyes again, filling up his eye sockets and looking like they were about to overflow.

The gentleman is the only one who is willing to be nice to him, but he only makes things difficult for the gentleman.

He was originally very afraid that his master would not want him.

But now, he whispered, "Sir, please send me away."

He didn't want to cause any more trouble. "I can survive by becoming a beggar."

The child was a little too obedient. Pu Tingsong glanced at the door and sighed, "You become a beggar in the cold winter, waiting for your master to collect your body?"

Jiang Qiyan lowered his head deeply.

There's no need to collect my body; the snow will bury me.

In fact, he didn't want to be a beggar. He had just made up his mind. After his master sent him out of the house, he walked towards the river.

No one wants him anyway, so what if he drowns?

When Jiang Qiyan lowered his head like this, Pu Tingsong wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows.

It looked like the little pet wanted to commit suicide.

Pu Tingsong carried him down, and the gloom that was hard to suppress was faintly visible on his brows. "If you don't want to sit, then don't sit. Go outside and bring in the cushion."

Fear followed him like a shadow, and Jiang Qiyan's little body trembled violently.

He... seemed to have touched something scale-less. The look in the gentleman's eyes just now was so scary.

Suddenly, his head was rubbed, and Pu Tingsong's eyes returned to normal. "Bring it in, Xiao Qiyan took advantage of my job to play with water, how can I not take revenge on you?"

Jiang Qiyan moved out, feeling sad and unhappy in his heart.

When he came back with the small cushion, he saw that Pu Tingsong was not behind the desk, but was kneeling behind a small table.

"Come here," Pu Tingsong said jokingly, "and kneel down."

What kind of punishment is this, kneeling...

Jiang Qiyan put the small cushion next to Pu Tingsong and sat with his husband at the small desk.

"Punish me or punish the gentleman..." he said in a very low voice.

"Fine together," Pu Tingsong picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, spread out the paper and wrote, "Fine the gentleman for not placing the vase properly and frightening Xiao Qiyan."

"Sir, please apologize to Xiao Qiyan. Will Xiao Qiyan forgive you?"

"Hmm..." It wasn't Mr.'s fault in the first place. He was just being reckless...

How can a gentleman ever apologize?

Jiang Qiyan wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, unable to suppress the sobs in his throat any longer.

"I'll punish you too," Pu Tingsong suddenly became serious, causing Jiang Qiyan to stop crying and look over with some fear.

He knew that if the teacher wanted to punish him for being stupid and reckless, he would only cause trouble. He...

"Fine you little fool..."

His heart suddenly sank, Jiang Qiyan pinched his fingers and trembled slightly.

"I didn't know how to protect myself and was almost cut by the porcelain pieces."

What kind of feeling is this? It feels like someone is holding your sinking heart in their hands.

Pu Tingsong poked his head and continued to "scold".

"Running away from home? Huh?" Pu Tingsong's eyes were somewhat resentful, "Who said that we would accompany you and not go anywhere? Going back on our words is not a good habit, be careful, sir..."

Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong with moist eyes, but Pu Tingsong suddenly smiled mysteriously.

"Mr. Be careful and cry for you too."

Jiang Qiyan was amused by this sentence, and his ungrown little teeth were exposed, making him look a little cute.

"You should learn to sing opera in the future, since you are so good at changing your face," Pu Tingsong wrote, stroking his head with his left hand. "When I finish teaching you, we can have dinner. Thank you for staying with me for a while longer."

It's not hard, he should accompany you.

Originally, the gentleman didn't have to do these things.

"If you are tired, you can lie on my legs and rest for a while." Pu Tingsong sat upright with his thighs and calves overlapping, leaving only an arc suitable for someone to lie down.

Jiang Qiyan was a little hesitant. It was a rare opportunity to get close to him. Normally, his husband would only touch him with his hands. The only time he would touch him more was when he hugged him.

He didn't want to let it go, but he was a little cowardly.