Chapter 9 Assassin If I have the chance, I will kill you

At that time, Jiang Qiyan had no idea that his extremely trusted teacher had already set a trap for him and was determined to end his friendship which had not yet begun.

Pu Tingsong lowered his eyes, not looking at the child in his arms, but just staring at a certain spot on the ground.

His little pet should belong to him alone.

He was determined to leave an indelible shadow in Jiang Qiyan's heart, so that his little rabbit would never dare to try to get close to others again.

Jiang Qiyan raised his head and looked at his master's jaw with eyes full of dependence.

Pu Tingsong rubbed his head and carried him to the study.

He heard the teacher say, "Learn three more pages today, and you can move freely."

The teacher held his little hand and wrote down the rhythms on the white paper.

The voice as calm as water explained to him the meaning of the words, just like every day in the small study when he was still in the palace.

This was the first time in a year and a half that he was distracted and not paying attention to what his teacher was saying.

He wasn't like this before, but now that the teacher is willing to teach him, he cherishes every word the teacher says.

But today, he couldn't help but wonder what happened to that person and whether he could be saved.

After rescuing the little beggar, he wanted to spend more time talking to him. The little beggar must be feeling very uneasy, just like when he first arrived.

He wanted to tell the little beggar that the gentleman was very, very kind and that he didn't need to be afraid. The gentleman allowed them to be friends, which meant that he was willing to let the little beggar stay.

He originally thought that the master would be angry, but the master was not. The master was really too good to him and let him do whatever he wanted. He...

Suddenly, a book gently tapped his forehead. Pu Tingsong's voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry. "Forget it. I can't listen to you anymore. Go and play."

Jiang Qiyan suddenly felt a little regretful. The teacher was explaining something to him, but what was he doing? He was actually thinking about something else!

This is really inappropriate...

"You can go out now," Pu Tingsong stood up from behind the small table and walked to the much higher desk. "Thanks to Xiao Qiyan, I need..."

Pu Tingsong suddenly stopped, his fingers unconsciously resting on the thick stack of documents, "It's not a big deal, I can finish it by staying up all night."

So Jiang Qiyan suddenly realized that the master was being punished?

Because of his recklessness yesterday, does Mr. have to stay up all night?

The teacher was so busy, but he still took time out to teach him, but he let him down.

Sir, you must be very sad...

Jiang Qiyan didn't dare to disturb his husband's work anymore. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and went out quickly with a strong sense of guilt.

When closing the door, he looked at Pu Tingsong deeply, as if he wanted to engrave the gentleman's appearance in his mind.

He warned himself that even if he had friends, he should always put his husband first, because his husband's position was irreplaceable.

You must not let your husband feel sad because you are too happy...

Pu Tingsong looked at the tightly sealed study door and gave an ambiguous smile.

He shifted his gaze to the windowsill, watching the child's receding back, his smile gradually faded, replaced by boundless gloom.

After a long while, he let out a breath of foul air.

It doesn't matter, no one can take away his little rabbit.

Soon, his little Qi Yan will hate that person.

Don't be impatient. It's difficult to peck jade, let alone carve people.

He needs to be more attentive so that Jiang Qiyan can be slowly polished into the puppet he wants, right?

Jiang Qiyan found the housekeeper, and the old man's eyes were a little evasive.

"It's okay," Jiang Qiyan shook his head, "I don't blame you for telling the master, the master has already allowed him to stay."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes became even more evasive. He just led him to the woodshed in silence and left quickly.

Your Highness...

The old butler walked while shaking his head and sighing.

This child has no idea how terrible the master of the house is.

He had been a steward in the Imperial Tutor's Mansion for several decades and had received all kinds of dignitaries, but he had never met anyone as scheming as Pu Tingsong.

During the three years after the old patriarch passed away, he watched the young patriarch transform rapidly from a nine-year-old child. When he faced the young patriarch who was only twelve years old at that time, he found him unfathomable.

Now another year and a half has passed, and the head of the family has become more and more feared. In the entire Imperial Tutor's Mansion, the entire court, and the entire Suiyang, there is basically no one who is not afraid of him...

Jiang Qiyan turned around and glanced at the old butler who had left in a hurry, feeling a little confused.

Why does everyone seem reluctant to interact with him?

Is it because I haven't accepted him yet and treat him as an outsider?

Yes, he was originally an outsider...

Jiang Qiyan rubbed his frozen little hands and pushed open the door of the woodshed.

The person inside had already woken up and was hiding in a dark corner. When he saw that it was him who came in, he slowly poked his head out.

"Young Master," the beggar smiled at him, "thank you."

This beggar's way of speaking doesn't seem to be something that an ordinary family can cultivate.

Jiang Qiyan remembered what his teacher had said to him, so he kept it in mind. "What's your name?"

The little beggar's eyes darkened. "My family has fallen into poverty and my identity is sensitive. My family background has nothing to do with me. I am a drifter with no place to stay. I have no name in the world. Sir, just call me Fang Wuming."

Fang Wuming...

Jiang Qiyan pursed his lips, "What was your name before?"

"Sir, please don't ask." The little beggar seemed a little embarrassed, and smiled at him embarrassedly, "Son of a guilty minister, outside..."

The little beggar leaned close to his ear and whispered in a low voice, "They are catching me."

Jiang Qiyan was completely frozen.

Too close.

Jiang Qiyan immediately pushed Fang Wuming, his voice trembling, "Don't touch me!"

Fang Wuming was stunned for a moment, and lowered his hands in bewilderment, "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to clean up during the escape, and I'm in a mess and I displeased you..."

No...

Jiang Qiyan felt a little regretful that he overreacted.

It's not that he dislikes it, he just isn't used to being touched. Moreover, they have just met and Fang Wuming refused to tell him his real name. He was a little scared when she suddenly got so close to him.

Jiang Qiyan put down the bag in his hand and took a step back. "You...just make do with it for now. The master is busy. I will go to the master later to arrange a room for you."

Jiang Qiyan was so frightened that he didn't want to stay any longer and turned around and left.

Fang Wuming bowed to him and said, "Thank you for saving my life, sir. I will repay you with gratitude in the future."

"No need," Jiang Qiyan said softly, "I only dared to keep you because you asked me to. If you want to thank me, then thank me."

Just at this moment the wind started to blow, and the snowflakes were blown into the air, hiding half of Jiang Qiyan's figure like mist.

The young man's eyes moved slightly as he watched him disappear in the wind and snow outside the woodshed.

Fang Wuming pondered in his heart.

If we call that person "sir", then this child must be the prince.

Judging from the way he's defending himself, the little prince doesn't seem to know what kind of devil his husband is.

Fang Wuming clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palm.

It has been a year since Prime Minister Fang died. Now that he has finally sneaked into the Imperial Tutor's Mansion, he can find a chance to avenge his grandfather.

I'm afraid that person has already forgotten that there is such an innocent soul under his sword?

Pu Tingsong, if you didn't kill me that day, it would have been the worst decision you ever made! If I had the chance, I would kill you!

Near noon, when Pu Tingsong opened the door, he unexpectedly saw a child sitting at the door.

He put his hand down and touched the child's hair. He felt much better and asked, "Why don't you go play with your friends?"

Jiang Qiyan shook his head and rubbed his master's hand.

But not long after, the gentleman took his hand back.

He raised his little face and looked up at his teacher, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Why did he pull it back so quickly? He wanted to rub it a little longer.

"He seems to be a fugitive," Jiang Qiyan bit his lower lip, his eyes full of worry, "Will he cause trouble for Mr...."

"Sir..." Jiang Qiyan lowered his head, "I regret it..."

He shouldn't pick up people casually. What if he gets involved with Mr.

The gentleman already had a difficult life and was alone and helpless, so basically anyone could bully him.

If the emperor knew that you were hiding a fugitive, he would probably send you to jail...

The more Jiang Qiyan thought about it, the more frightened he became. After hesitating for a while, he gently pulled the corner of Pu Tingsong's clothes.

"Want to be hugged?" Pu Tingsong looked at him and nodded, then he picked him up from the cold ground and held him in his warm arms.

"It's not wrong to be kind, but have you ever thought about whether the other person is worthy of your kindness?"

Jiang Qiyan buried his head in the teacher's neck, and his soft voice was already tinged with tears, "I don't know... Sir, I'm too stupid, I can't think clearly..."

"He is very nice and polite, but he is a fugitive and he will bring trouble to you..."

Pu Tingsong's breathing became disordered the moment he heard "He is fine".

My arms tightened unconsciously, but in just a moment, he restrained them.

"Does Qi Yan want to be friends with him?" Pu Tingsong's voice still sounded as warm as the spring breeze. "Don't worry, sir. He will be fine."

"Will you really be okay?" Jiang Qiyan's small body was half lying on his shoulder, and her voice was very close, right next to his ear.

Very clear.

Pu Tingsong hesitated for a moment, as if he was having some difficulty, but after a moment, he chuckled, "Really."

"You're lying," Jiang Qiyan whispered. "Sir, you hesitated for so long. It must be very difficult to deal with this."

"Alas, Xiao Qiyan is too smart, we can't fool him," Pu Tingsong sighed, "It doesn't matter, it's a difficult matter, are you going to stop Xiao Qiyan from making friends? Who doesn't have a few friends..."

Pu Tingsong was stunned again when he heard this and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Qiyan's heart suddenly ached. His master's position in the court was too awkward. No one dared to be friends with him, fearing that his father would suspect him...

He hugged the gentleman's neck tightly, and leaned his little face against the gentleman's, "Sir, sir, don't be sad..."

"Good boy, don't be sad, it's enough to have Qiyan accompany you," Pu Tingsong patted the child's back, "After lunch, accompany you to sleep for a while, and you can go to play with him when you wake up. Just don't leave the yard, and I want to see you before dinner."

"Xiao Qiyan wouldn't have the heart to play around and leave you alone for dinner, right?"

"Um."

That would be too pitiful. He would not allow himself to make his master so pitiful.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qiyan tiptoed out of her teacher's arms.

The husband had his eyes closed, so he probably wasn't awake yet. He didn't want to disturb the husband, so he dressed quietly.

He didn't know that as soon as he walked out the door, Pu Tingsong opened his eyes. He didn't know that the gentleman was looking in the direction he was going with murderous intent in his eyes that was almost tangible.

"Qin Shizhi," Pu Tingsong sat up, "Did you hear it?"

"I heard it, Master." A young man in his twenties came out from nowhere, "The young prince said that the guy with unknown origins is a fugitive."

"Did you find out?"

"I have been checking for the whole afternoon, but have not received any response yet."

"Any clues?"

"Master, I personally think that they may be the descendants of those people that were cleared out in the pavilion. As for who they are, I don't know."

"Continue investigating. Also, keep a close eye on the prince and make sure he doesn't hear anything he shouldn't."

"There are two people lying on each roof, with bows in their hands always fully drawn, to ensure that the boy can no longer speak in the first place." Qin Shizhi smiled, "Young master, I haven't had a rest for four years. When do you plan to give me a holiday?"

"When you unfortunately pass away, I will give you enough at once."

"It's boring," Qin Shizhi said as he walked out of the door with his hands behind his back. "Young master, you are really ungrateful. I have blocked no less than seven or eight hundred arrows from the dark and open for you over the past few years, and dealt with countless people with ulterior motives, but you didn't even give me a day off..."

"Qin Shizhi," Pu Tingsong's eyes became a little scary, "If you say one more word, you won't be able to rest for the rest of your life."

"The lives of cattle and horses," Qin Shizhi sighed softly, and disappeared before he could anger his young master.