The Fourth Master's Dog

For a while, Duofu liked to stroll around in the greenhouse. He would stretch out his claws to pick up a few chrysanthemums and put them in his mouth whenever he had time. He felt that these precious flowers should taste better and have better effects.

Duofu also wanted to eat more to change his temperament. Maybe if he ate a few more chrysanthemums, he would also have the temperament as elegant as chrysanthemums.

It always feels like a waste if I don’t eat a few of them. Letting them bloom one by one and then slowly wither is such a waste of resources.

At that time, Duofu always liked to catch those that looked like hydrangeas. He would catch them one by one, and he felt an unexpected sense of accomplishment when he plucked a whole chrysanthemum.

When the Fourth Prince found out, he was not unhappy. Instead, he asked someone to put a chrysanthemum in his room every day.

Nothing is repeated every day, no matter the color or shape, Duofu can go a week without seeing anything exactly the same.

Moreover, various kinds of chrysanthemum cakes were gradually placed on his table, and even the colors were the same as chrysanthemums, sometimes dark green, sometimes fiery red, and sometimes the color of gold.

Duofu likes the golden ones the most, they taste precious.

The chrysanthemums in the room look different. Some look like hydrangeas or curly hair, some look like dragon claws, and some look like the crab claws that Duofu likes to eat. In a word, each has its own beauty, and they are so beautiful.

Duofu likes to pluck all the chrysanthemums. He treats them all equally and does not neglect any chrysanthemum.

Duofu smelled the fiery red chrysanthemum next to him. It was really festive today. Even the chrysanthemum was decorated in red.

Although this chrysanthemum is very festive, its fragrance is still so quiet and elegant, as if it does not attract any dust.

Duofu felt that if he ate a few more chrysanthemums, he might be able to have that kind of elegant temperament.

Thinking of this, Duofu stretched out his claws, rudely plucked off a long petal of the red chrysanthemum in front of him, and put it into his mouth.

Su Peisheng did not stop him. These chrysanthemums were just to create an atmosphere. He could clearly tell which ones were light and which ones were heavy.

In the heart of the Fourth Prince, the chubby little puppy in his arms must be more important than these chrysanthemums or the concubine who has not yet entered the house.

He doesn’t know what will happen in the future, but right now, the little ancestor in his arms is definitely more important.

By the time Duofu had finished a whole bowl of egg custard, the Fourth Prince had just finished decorating himself. Duofu looked at the Fourth Prince with sparkling eyes, as he rarely wore such festive clothes.

Duofu found that the Fourth Prince looked good in red and green. He had fair skin to begin with, and these bright colors made him look more youthful, without the calm and sophisticated look of Wang.

Duofu still likes the Fourth Prince to wear brighter colors, such as gray, light blue, and gray-blue. That series of elegant and steady clothes can’t be said to be bad looking.

Maybe because I have seen it too many times, I always feel that this red dress is exceptionally beautiful.

Duofu wanted to run to the Fourth Prince, but Su Peisheng was a little embarrassed because today was the Fourth Prince's wedding day. If the little ancestor in his arms wasn't careful and pulled the Fourth Prince's clothes to the thread again, there would be no spare clothes for him.

The Fourth Prince ignored Su Peisheng who was still hesitating and tangled, and picked up Duofu from his arms, shaking him up and down.

Today was a happy day, and the Fourth Prince himself was in a rare good mood. He couldn't hide the smile on his lips and in his eyes. No matter whether it was his soon-to-be-married wife or the opportunity to work at the imperial court in the near future, every single thing was worth being happy about.

The Fourth Prince kissed Duofu’s dog head, his voice soft and smiling.

"Duoduo, I'm going to marry my wife today. Are you happy for me?"

Duofu looked at the Fourth Prince, who was smiling foolishly as if he had picked up money, and nodded his head.

He was still quite happy. The Fourth Prince had grown up from a little chubby boy into a tall and straight-limbed young man. Now he was old enough to get married in ancient times.

He was still quite emotional. It had not been easy for him over the years, raising his owner to this age.

Duofu felt quite proud, thinking that he had been eating, drinking and sleeping with his father all these years, and he had not fallen behind at all.

Duofu felt that a large part of the credit for the Fourth Prince's healthy growth was due to him.

Duofu looked at the Fourth Prince with satisfaction, and there was a strange and special feeling of an old father on his face, as if he wanted his son to be successful.

The Fourth Prince couldn't help but twitch his lips. He really had raised a living treasure. If he wasn't disciplined for three days, this little ancestor would climb up the roof and tear down the house.

The Fourth Prince's eyes narrowed dangerously, but his voice remained casual and relaxed.

"Duoduo, how do you feel now?"

Duofu didn't even think about it. He raised his head and started barking with his little mouth.

“Woof woof woof woof.” Not bad, my poop scooper has grown up today and is getting married. Thinking back to all the hard work and dedication I put in over the years, I finally raised that crybaby to adulthood…

The Fourth Prince pouted his upper palate. Today was the day of the grand bath and he had not wanted to use force, but seeing the look of the little ancestor in his arms was too infuriating.

What does it mean to be a crybaby? What does it mean that he has made great contributions?

When has he ever cried?

And hard work and great achievements.

This adorable little dog in my arms can't bear any bitterness.

The owner didn't understand, but he always felt that it didn't mean anything good.

Marrying a wife should mean marrying a concubine.

The Fourth Prince patted Duofu's moving butt without any hesitation and stared at him with a smile on his face.

"Duoduo, I'll give you one more chance. Think it over before answering."

Duofu came back to his senses and looked evasive. Why did he say what was in his heart?

Although these are all true, he feels they are true anyway.

The Fourth Prince would definitely not admit it.

Duofu licked his lips, prepared his tone, and looked at the Fourth Prince sincerely.

“Woof woof woof woof.” What I just said doesn’t count. It’s you who’s getting married today. I… I was too excited, so it’s inevitable that I’m talking nonsense.

“Woof woof woof woof.” It hasn’t been easy for you these years. You raised me, Duofu. Look how well you’ve taken care of me. I’m fair and rosy.

"Woof woof woof." It's you who have worked hard and never complained, and it's me who is a crybaby and too delicate.

The half-smile on the corner of the Fourth Prince's mouth finally faded, and with a smile in his eyes, he stretched out his white and slender right hand and tapped Duofu's dog head.

"My father's Duoduo, you still want to support me? Okay, I'll start my studies in a while, so I have to work hard."

"How else can you support me? My food, clothing, shelter and transportation are very expensive."