Chapter 5 He will never be able to repay the guilt he owes to his teacher in his lifetime...

Pu Tingsong just waited quietly, he knew very well what choice Jiang Qiyan would make.

It seemed as if it hesitated for a long time, but in fact, it only took a few words to write a few words before the soft little body leaned over.

With a slight tremor of timidity and excitement.

So, it's a pleasure.

Pu Tingsong wrote slowly, with his left hand on the back of Jiang Qiyan's neck, pinching it from time to time, as if intimidating but also as if just comforting.

Jiang Qiyan really wanted to get close to the teacher, and he had been thinking about it for a long time.

But he didn't dare, his guilt had a deeper reason. From a long, long time ago, about a year ago, when Pu Tingsong was willing to accept him, the regret in his heart had filled every moment he spent with his teacher.

Mr.'s father died at the hands of his father, the Emperor.

The nicer the master was to him, the more uneasy he felt.

It was probably a midsummer afternoon. Pu Tingsong had a red ribbon pinned to his hat and a big red flower hanging on his chest.

That year, during the imperial examination, his husband, at the age of twelve, became the first person to win the top three places in the same year since the founding of Suiyang.

Since he was from the lineage of the Imperial Teacher, he was directly named the Imperial Teacher.

That day, Jiang Qiyan originally had no expectations.

At that time, Pu Tingsong's mourning period had just passed, and Old Master Pu had just been buried for three years.

Pu Tingsong looked into his eyes deeply. He couldn't understand the emotions in them, but he felt scared.

"Why don't you kneel?" He asked softly, "You have to kneel, right?"

Such a light sound frightened him so much that his legs went limp.

Unable to stand, he knelt down in fear and trepidation, his small head not even half the height of Pu Tingsong's calf.

Just when he was at a loss, a big hand touched his hair, "You are very good."

Pu Tingsong's touch was so careless, and the way he looked at him was as if he was selecting a well-behaved little pet.

"I like you very much," Pu Tingsong seemed to be satisfied with the obedience of his little pet. He finally finished the selection and said slowly, "From now on, you can call me Mr."

How could this happen? He... already has a husband?

"Can I hug you?" It was still a questioning tone, unspeakably gentle.

“Yes…Yes.”

In fact, no one has ever held him in his arms even though he has grown up so big...

Jiang Qiyan felt very ashamed of himself. He kept shaking when Pu Tingsong held him on his lap.

Such kindness was too precious, such an embrace was too hard to come by, yet he...didn't dare to touch it.

He nestled in Pu Tingsong's arms, not daring to move. He wanted his master to hold him longer, so he was so cautious that he almost stopped breathing.

"Are you that scared?" Pu Tingsong started asking him again. He couldn't answer a word and could only tremble.

Fortunately, Pu Tingsong didn't need him to answer. He just put his fingers on his belt and whispered, "Is it okay?"

Sir, do you want to untie his belt?

A huge fear enveloped him, but after three breaths, he still gave the same answer as before.

"Yes...sure."

Then the belt was pulled out little by little, and the moment the clothes spread out, Jiang Qiyan couldn't help crying.

I feel so sad and embarrassed. My husband saw everything.

Pu Tingsong didn't seem surprised and ran his fingers over the bruises.

"I was wondering why you couldn't walk steadily," Pu Tingsong sighed, "So you are injured."

Pu Tingsong put him on the table and bent over to look for ointment in the drawer.

He just sat there quietly, shedding tears without saying a word.

Pu Tingsong raised his head and saw that he was still crying, so he smiled helplessly, "Be good, give me some time, I won't let you be bullied in the future."

Half a year later, this came true.

No one dared to hit him anymore, but everyone just ignored him instead.

He didn't know how much effort the gentleman had put into this.

He only knew that he would never be able to repay what he owed to the gentleman in his lifetime.

"Why are you crying again? Do you like crying so much?" A voice suddenly came from above his head, interrupting his thoughts.

Pu Tingsong patted his back gently, "You've made my legs wet with your tears. If you keep crying, what will happen if your study is flooded?"

Hmm...what should I do...

Jiang Qiyan sobbed softly, "I...I will wash it for you, sir."

"Let you wash it," Pu Tingsong seemed to think, then laughed softly, "Then I'm afraid I won't be able to use this quilt for my teacher."

"Hmm..." Jiang Qiyan's pupils dilated a little, and his voice became a little muffled, "I...then I will pay..."

"Well, how is Xiao Qiyan going to make up for it? Go out and perform art?"

Selling art...but he doesn't know how to do anything...

Even if he sells himself, he can't afford the loss...

"Wu...Wuwa", the more Jiang Qiyan thought about it, the more he felt useless. He cried bitterly and was very sad, "Then I...I...I will learn to do housework and serve my husband..."

"I... I don't want the monthly salary." Jiang Qiyan grabbed a piece of cloth in front of him and wiped his nose and tears, "Sir..."

Halfway through wiping, he was suddenly stunned. What...what is this fabric...

ah!

He was so scared that he quickly let go, and when he raised his head, he bumped into the gentleman's half-smiling eyes.

Her peach-like eyes smiled at him, and Pu Tingsong whispered, "Hmm?"

"You're taking my clothes to vent your anger?" Pu Tingsong pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck. "Little thing, you know my master has a cleanliness fetish, but you're quite good at revenge?"

Ah! No! No!!!

Jiang Qiyan was so anxious that he started crying, "S-sorry, I-I just happened to..."

How could a person be so foolish? Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong with red eyes. His eyes could not help but wander around, looking at Pu Tingsong's face, then at his sleeves smeared with snot, and then at the paper on the table with few words written on it.

"It seems that I am the one who should cry," Pu Tingsong still smiled and wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "I didn't do much, but I got myself into trouble..."

Jiang Qiyan sat up on his knees, with his little hands on his knees, his little head seeming to lower to his chest.

He didn't mean to get Mr. dirty...

Pu Tingsong did not utter the dirty word, but just pinched his chin and forced him to look at him.

The uneasiness in his eyes was clear. Pu Tingsong held him and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly snorted, "Are you marking your teacher?"

Wha…what? Mark…mark…

Yes, is it the kind of mark that a puppy uses when he pees to mark his territory?

Pu Tingsong watched as Jiang Qiyan's face slowly turned as red as a monkey's butt; the flushed cheeks on both sides looked like two fiery red clouds of fire.

The same color as the sunset, quite lovely.

Pu Tingsong pinched her rosy face and said, "The sun hasn't even started to set yet, and you're already putting on red makeup for Yun?"

The child’s red eyes look so much like a little rabbit.

Other little rabbits have upright ears, but his little rabbit seems to have droopy ears.

Looks depressed and pitiful.

It turns out that the teacher has a lop-eared rabbit.

"Okay, don't cry so pitifully," Pu Tingsongfu wiped the little rabbit's face clean and let go, "You don't have to pay for it, and you don't have to wash it. There is no shortage of servants in my house, and there will always be people to do the work."

But what else can he do if he doesn’t work... Jiang Qiyan lowered his head again.

He is of no value to sir.

In addition to accompanying my husband and making him happy.

This was his only use. Jiang Qiyan clenched his fists tightly, determined to do this well.

The sun was setting in the west. Jiang Qiyan silently accompanied Pu Tingsong in processing memorials. He consciously did not read the contents of the memorials. He just stared at the small inkstone in front of him. When he saw that the ink was running out, he added some water and ground it.

It wasn't until it was completely dark outside that his stomach suddenly growled.

Jiang Qiyan was stunned, lowered his head in embarrassment, stared at the ink in the inkstone, wishing he could bury his face in it.

Why is my stomach so ignorant? My husband is not done with his work yet!

Jiang Qiyan kept blaming it in his heart.

"Are you hungry?" Pu Tingsong reached a hand under the small table and touched his stomach. "Hmm, it's so flat. It looks like you're hungry."

"No... I'm not that hungry." Jiang Qiyan was touched so hard that he dared not move. He said stiffly, "It's okay to bear it for a while."

The gentleman lowered his eyes a little and just looked at him for a few moments.

It only took a few moments for him to stop being rash and saying anything arrogant.

After a few breaths, Pu Tingsong stretched out his hand to him, as if to take care of his panic, and said in a gentle voice, "But I'm hungry, will you accompany me for dinner?"

"Yeah, okay." The little hand gently placed on it.

"Change your clothes first. They are all wet. They are all Xiao Qiyan's tears."

"Um……"

"Um?"

"Um...I'm sorry...I'll help Mr. change it."

Pu Tingsong suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "Can you help me change it?"

Pu Tingsong's smile was obvious. "If your belt is high enough for me, please help me change it. I can't even wear a belt."

Jiang Qiyan always felt at ease when his hand was held, and his tone became a little more relaxed, "I...have grown taller, so I'll help you change it."

"Then you have to try to eat more, or you won't grow into a bean sprout."

"Yes!" Jiang Qiyan nodded vigorously, "I will try my best!"

"gentlemen……"

"What?"

"My feet hurt."

"Then cut off the foot and throw it out of the house?"

"No...I want you to hold me..."

"Then please hold me, sir," Pu Tingsong bent over and picked up the soft little body.

Well, it's very soft, like holding a rabbit.

Jiang Qiyan memorized the route from the study to the master bedroom clearly.

It’s not very far, but it has several turns and you’ll still get lost if you’re not familiar with it.

Jiang Qiyan felt more and more sorry for his husband.

In such a large and empty courtyard, the gentleman didn't even have anyone to talk to.

No wonder they locked up all the other yards. I'm afraid they felt lonely after seeing so much emptiness, so they just sealed them all off.

Jiang Qiyan slowly leaned his head against Pu Tingsong's shoulder and whispered in his teacher's ear, "Don't be afraid, you won't be alone anymore. Qiyan will be with you all your life."

"Well, let me teach you that a gentleman must keep his word and do what he says." Pu Tingsong put him down and went to the closet to look for clothes. While rummaging through the clothes, he asked nonchalantly, "Can you do it?"

Yes, you can.

"If the master wants me for one day, I will accompany him for one day. If the master doesn't want me anymore, I will..."

If the master doesn't want him anymore, he will die.

Everyone accused him of being a disaster and wanted him to die and be buried with the Queen Mother.

If it weren't for you, sir, he would have wanted to die long ago and would not have been able to live.