The Fourth Master's Dog

Su Peisheng was worthy of being the one who had been serving the Fourth Prince for many years. His movements were done in one go without any pause.

By the time Duofu reacted, his paws had already stepped on the cushion in the study and the door behind him was tightly closed.

Duofu didn't hesitate and ran to the Fourth Prince's legs. In a flash, he turned into a little boy of seven or eight years old.

There is still some baby fat on his face, and he is chubby. It seems that there is a layer of fat all over his body. You can tell at a glance that he doesn't eat less on a regular basis.

Duofu himself has not grown taller yet, and his current height is only up to his fourth brother's waist.

Duofu is very satisfied with his current condition. At least he has grown in the past two or three years, which means that he can grow naturally. As long as he can grow taller and bigger, he doesn't ask for much.

Duofu was very satisfied with his full head of hair, which was not half shaved like the Fourth Prince.

His hair shone brightly in the sunlight, shining with golden light, so beautiful.

It was rare that Duofu didn't grab his hair and play with it after transforming.

Duofu rested his chin on the Fourth Prince's knees, and looked up at the Fourth Prince's slightly red eyes, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Is my poop scooper going to cry?

Duofu took a few careful looks and found that she was not about to cry. Her eyes were full of red bloodshot, so she must be angry.

Duofu breathed a sigh of relief. If his owner started crying now, he really wouldn't know what to do, especially since he saw his ugly face.

I'm going to give him more homework next time, but he doesn't want it.

When I was a child, my owner would hide in the quilt and cry.

When he grew up, Duofu never saw his Fourth Prince cry again.

Duofu didn't know how to comfort the hurt Fourth Prince, so he just sat obediently on the Fourth Prince's boots, resting his chin on his legs, hugging the Fourth Prince's thighs.

Duofu thought that the Fourth Prince should digest the situation on his own now, and it would be better for him not to say anything.

The Fourth Prince looked at Duofu with his head full of golden hair. Although Duofu could change his hair color on weekdays, this little ancestor still liked this shiny and bright color like gold the most.

Looking at the glittering golden threads shining down, the Fourth Prince couldn't help but feel a little better inside; it was indeed bright and it made him feel more comfortable just looking at it.

The Fourth Prince couldn't help but hold it in his hand. Duofu felt someone pulling his hair. He looked up and saw the Fourth Prince holding a bunch of hair in a daze.

Duofu glanced at the bunch of golden hair. It didn't seem to be anything special, but since the Fourth Prince liked it, he should give him more.

Duofu consciously grabbed another handful and put it into the Fourth Prince's hand.

The Fourth Prince finally reacted. Seeing the hair that Duofu had held in his hands, he felt a little amused and helpless, but the haze that had been weighing on his heart finally dissipated.

He has no reason to be sad and doubtful.

Hasn’t his royal father always been like this?

He is not his favorite son, and he has not made any good achievements in the court. It is only right that he be given the title of a Beile of moderate status.

The Fourth Prince looked at Duofu, who was worried about him, and his reflection was filled in his big black eyes.

The Fourth Prince laughed softly, his eyes full of smiles as he looked at Duofu who had his head resting on his knees.

So what if he is not liked by the Emperor?

It is enough to be blessed.

The Fourth Prince bent down and picked up Duofu who was sitting on his boots.

Duofu sat firmly on the Fourth Prince's lap.

The Fourth Prince has grown very fast in the past few years. He has long lost his youthfulness and has become a reserved and steady young man.

Duofu sat obediently and didn't want to get off.

The Fourth Prince hasn't hugged him like this for a long time. He always said that he had grown up and should be independent and not so clingy.

Although he still slept on the big bed of the Fourth Prince, on weekdays the Fourth Prince no longer kissed, hugged and lifted him up like he did when they were children.

Duofu himself also feels that he has grown up and can no longer rely on his baby appearance to act coquettishly and cutely.

According to ancient times, if he grew up another three or four years, he would be old enough to get married.

Duofu hugged the Fourth Prince's thin waist tightly, trying to transfer his energy to him.

The Fourth Prince once told him that he would be happy whenever he saw him.

Although Duofu didn't know if he had that much power, he felt that the Fourth Prince should be feeling better, as he even smiled just now.

Duofu just leaned his head obediently on the Fourth Prince's muscular chest and yawned uncontrollably. He felt a little sleepy when he was sitting there just now.

This location is even better now, and the surroundings are familiar and safe, so I can't help but relax.

After holding her for a while, the Fourth Prince felt something was wrong. He felt his chest was wet.

When I looked down, I saw that Duofu in my arms had already closed his big black eyes. The sound of even breathing came from under his nose, and the corner of his mouth drew a map on his chest.

At this time, the slight discomfort in the Fourth Prince's heart had completely disappeared. He looked at Duofu, who was drooling in his arms, with gentle and doting eyes.

I feel that seeing how blessed I am makes me happier than being praised by the Emperor.

The Fourth Prince's brows relaxed again. He let out a light breath, stood up gently, and carried Duofu to the soft couch beside him. He also took off his blue coat, picked up the thin blanket beside him and lay down on it.

The Fourth Prince held the chubby Duofu in his arms, sighed comfortably, and slowly closed his pair of dark and deep phoenix eyes.

The setting sun outside just happened to shine through the window onto the warm couch, and onto Duofu's exposed golden hair. A pair of slender white hands firmly grasped a strand of golden hair.

It was as if he had grasped some treasure and would not let go.

Duofu felt a little cold while sleeping and involuntarily squeezed towards a warm place.

The Fourth Prince, dazed, hugged Duofu a little tighter in his arms.

The weather has just entered autumn and the temperature is a little chilly in the evening, especially since Duofu doesn't have his warm skin. He always feels cold everywhere and likes to squeeze into a warm place when he falls asleep.

When the weather gets cold, Duofu likes to sleep with his little puppy. His fur is soft and he is not afraid of the cold at all.

If it turns into a human form, it will lose that layer of thick fur and will feel cold no matter how many clothes it wears.

Every winter, four braziers had to be placed in the Fourth Prince's study and room, otherwise Duofu would never be happy to turn into a human form.

Su Peisheng, who was standing at the door, had an anxious look on his face, and his ears were always paying attention to the movements in the room.

It's been so long, why is there no movement at all?

Not appropriate.

Su Peisheng couldn't help himself and secretly opened the door a crack. When he looked inside, he saw his master sleeping on the couch.

There was a bump on the side of his body, and only his head of golden hair was visible, and no one was seen.

Su Peisheng carefully closed the door again, and his face returned to its usual calm expression.

He said that his master would definitely not take this little thing to heart.

My master has such a broad mind, how could he be unhappy and angry because of His Majesty's little intention?

But to be honest, Your Majesty, you are really too stingy this time.

Isn't it just a prince's title? How come the Third Prince can get it, but my master can't?

No matter what, our master is the legitimate son, so his status and position should be higher than that of the Third Prince.

We both haven't made any political achievements, so why should he be given a title instead of his own master?