The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu felt that the days outside the palace passed so quickly. In a flash, the little prince, who was originally only three heads tall, had been studying in the front yard with his father for several years.

Duofu really couldn't understand how he could sit still at such a young age?

Duofu didn't start to read at the age of three. He started to read at the age of six or seven, and he couldn't even sit still.

Are inherited genes really that powerful?

The Fourth Prince is a roll king so he has to give birth to a little roll king.

Fortunately, the second prince still gave Duofu some comfort.

Duofu saw a fat boy sitting at another table. He kept twisting his buttocks. After a class, his hands and feet seemed to have multiple diseases and he couldn't sit still at all.

Duofu felt that the Fourth Prince's second son was the child. Looking at the way he didn't like studying, he looked just like him.

Duofu decided to give one of his toy cars, which he didn't like the most, to the fourth prince's second son today.

whee.

Duofu was lying under a big tree not far from the study, so he could just see what was going on inside. Duofu himself didn't like reading, but he just liked watching people he didn't like reading.

Duofu feels that his recent pleasure is watching the little fat boy reading with pain and difficulty.

The little fat boy didn't have his courage and didn't dare to resist his serious father.

The Fourth Prince frowned and gave a look, not wanting the little fat boy to tremble with fear.

Duofu felt that the Fourth Prince was too serious, which was unhealthy for children's psychology. Look at the fat boy, he was so scared that he could hardly hold the brush.

Unable to hold the brush, he watched him write with a sad face.

Duofu discovered that his happiness really had to be built on the suffering of others.

Since having the little fat boy, his ordinary days have instantly been filled with a touch of color.

Moreover, this little fat boy is even fatter than when he was a child. I really don’t know how Li Gege in the backyard of Si Agge raised him?

He is so sturdy and plump, just like a little fat boy.

Duofu tried hard to recall his childhood. He should not have been so fat. The fatness he had when he was a child was just right. A little less would have made him look ugly, and a little more would have made him look strong.

Duofu kindly reminded the Fourth Prince several times to pay attention to his second son's diet and not to eat so much. He was almost eating himself into a ball.

Duofu recently wanted to raise a baby to play with, as he felt that it was impossible to raise a legitimate son of the Fourth Prince.

This little fat boy is good.

Anyway, looking at his qualifications, it seems impossible for him to inherit the Fourth Prince's estate in the future.

It is better to let him teach you, and learn to live a life of idleness and wait for death like him.

At that time, it can also reduce family discord and save everyone from fighting to the death for the throne.

It would be great if he could instill the dream of being a salted fish into his child since he was young so that when he grows up he won't compete with his eldest son for the throne.

And it seems that this little fat boy is the same kind of person as him, who also likes to eat, sleep and have fun.

Duofu's gaze slowly moved from the little fat boy to the young man with serious eyes and stern face.

How come the Fourth Prince is getting older?

The more he likes to wear a face, the more he looks at that face, which is so cold and distant to his own son.

Duofu touched his head and felt sincerely lucky.

Fortunately, he was raised since he was a child.

If he was like these little princes and was raised by the Fourth Prince even after he grew up, life would be simply unbearable.

The Fourth Prince, who was checking the homework of his two sons in the study, seemed to notice someone looking at him from outside.

He didn't need to look up to know that he should show such a casual look and stare at the person who was staring at him.

There is only the little ancestor who has grown up.

The Fourth Prince raised his head and glanced towards the swing. Sure enough, he saw the familiar figure, wagging its tail excitedly, staring at him with its round eyes glowing.

The Fourth Prince's originally calm and serious face couldn't help but reveal a hint of tenderness. His eyes were helpless yet doting as he glanced at Duofu neither lightly nor heavily.

Tell him to behave himself and stop staring at him when he is checking his homework. People who don’t know might think that his little ancestor also likes to have his homework checked?

Duofu quickly nodded his head, shifted his gaze away from him, and turned to the little fat boy who was frowning and scratching his cheek.

The Fourth Prince followed Duofu's gaze and saw his second son, whose face was wrinkled like a bun, and whose small almond-shaped eyes were filled with anxiety, as if the sky was about to fall.

The Fourth Prince coughed twice at him unhappily, and the little fat boy seemed to react and immediately calmed himself down. His chubby face relaxed and he picked up his homework seriously, ready to be checked at any time.

She just couldn't hide the anxiety in her small almond-shaped eyes, or maybe she was too young to conceal her emotions in front of her father.

Duofu was almost amused to death by this scene. He saw the little fat boy's expression change in an instant when he saw the Fourth Prince, just like a mouse seeing a cat. No matter how scared he was, he only dared to show it through his little eyes.

That little chubby face is still very serious. I really don’t know who taught him to be so. Was it the Fourth Prince himself or his mother?

Duofu rolled around in the rocking chair and knocked the soft pillows to the ground, but he didn't care because someone would clean it up anyway.

Even though Duofu was rolling on the swing, his round black eyes never left the study window.

He must have seen the picture of a strict father disciplining his son.

Duofu felt that for his birthday this year, he should draw a picture like this, with himself in it, rolling around outside.

The Fourth Prince was in the study with a tied face, while his two sons were working diligently inside.

Especially the little fat boy, he was much more scared than his older brother. Although his older brother was also scared, at least not as obviously as him. Duofu could feel his fat feet shaking even from so far away.

Duofu's eyes couldn't help but glance at the Fourth Prince stealthily again.

This time his eyes were not so careless and naked. Duofu controlled his big eyes and did not focus all of them on the Fourth Prince.

Most of his attention was still on the little fat boy, and only the corner of his eye glanced at the Fourth Prince.

Duofu felt that watching them father and son was much more interesting than catching grasshoppers and butterflies in the garden.

This is simply the real-life version of Cat and Mouse, and the Fourth Prince is the cold-blooded big orange cat.

The two younger sons are like two big mice, one fat and one thin.

The fat mouse was particularly scared, while the thinner one was relatively calm.

Maybe he knows that he has little meat and is unlikely to be targeted by the big orange cat.

Duofu decided that he must draw them, and paint them in color.