The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu seemed to have found the direction all of a sudden and jumped up.

It seems like his owner is going to have a birthday?

Duofu counted on his fingers and it seemed to be around the middle of next month.

There should be enough time. He has nothing to do all day long, so cross-dressing should not be difficult for him to learn. Besides, he has a foundation in art and his aesthetic sense should not be bad. Even if his aesthetic sense is not that good, he is not afraid.

He has a good foundation and looks good even if he wears a rag.

Duofu believes that even if he really put a sack on himself, his owner would praise him for his taste.

Duofu plans to design the style of his own clothes, and as for the head ornaments, he wants the one with gold and gems, which is so shiny and sparkling, and looks so beautiful.

He wants his clothes to be bright red and look expensive. I wanted to embroider some big flowers on him with gold thread. Roses would be the best, but forget it. I'd rather have embroidered chrysanthemums, which his owner likes.

It just so happens that chrysanthemums are better matched with gold thread, so you can embroider them in more colors.

Duofu has already started designing what kind of clothes he wants, but as for what fabric to use, only Su Peisheng can figure it out for him.

Anyway, Su Peisheng would never give him bad ones. If there were really no good ones, he could go to his owner's store and pick out some more cloth.

Duofu quickly came to the table, picked up a pen and started drawing. He stopped from time to time, sometimes frowning, sometimes scratching his ears, and sometimes smiling.

Whenever Duofu is immersed in something, he becomes very focused and is not easily disturbed by other things.

Only when the sunlight had stopped shining in did Duofu throw away the brush in his hand. He looked at the clothes he had painted and nodded his head. He was very satisfied.

It will look even better tomorrow when he paints it, and then he can ask Su Peisheng to take it down and do it to it secretly.

Su Peisheng usually wouldn't tell tales about such trivial matters, unless he had done something that required him to tell his owner.

For example, he now plans to visit a brothel and have some drinks.

Su Peisheng will definitely go and tell tales on him.

Then, before he even walked out, someone carrying him from somewhere forced him to stay inside.

Then his owner would give him a good beating after work.

Duofu was very dissatisfied with this, so he went upstairs to see what happened to the beautiful girl.

This helped to improve his aesthetic taste. Looking at gold, silver and treasures every day would almost turn him into a vulgar person.

Doesn’t his owner teach him every day not to be so vulgar and not to be obsessed with money?

He wants to go out and see the colorful world, but his owner doesn't even allow him to do so. That's so feudal.

He has clearly promised that he would just take a look and at most touch the little hand. Everyone loves beauty, and when you see something pretty, you can't help but take a few more glances.

This is so normal.

Duofu smacked his lips. His owner was narrow-minded and not magnanimous at all. To be an emperor, one must have a bigger heart.

Duofu looked at the drawing paper in his hand, and his thoughts quickly turned back. He raised his eyes and glanced out the window. It was almost time for his owner to come home, so he had to find a place to put it.

His owner must not see this, otherwise he would think that he wants to make clothes for some pretty young lady.

Duofu also has some happy troubles. His owner is a little narrow-minded and seems a little jealous.

He usually paid more attention to the more handsome and good-looking guard, but he disappeared after a while. After asking Su Peisheng, he found out that he had been transferred by his owner and was no longer working here.

This is really outrageous, but at least the maids serving in the yard are all good-looking.

If his owner brings back a bunch of ugly ones, he will definitely kick him under the bed.

What happened to liking to look at pretty things?

Who doesn’t have a love for beauty?

There is no ugly woman in his owner's backyard. There definitely wasn't one in the past. He has seen all the ugly ones before.

He didn't know what happened in the following years.

However, he believed that his owner was not blind and did not have any special hobbies, so he would not like an ugly one.

Duofu let the drawing paper dry, rolled it up, and stuffed it under the bed. This was the only place he felt safer.

He hasn't been running under the bed much lately, so it's less likely to be discovered if I put it here.

Duofu has been a little nervous these past two days, and has to look outside all the time, for fear that his owner might come back to kill him at any time.

This kind of thing has happened before. He was reading a colored picture book in the study, and he was reading it very enthusiastically.

I don't know how his owner came in without walking, and it was obviously not time for him to leave the palace from day to day.

He came back from work after being absent. He was smiling so happily. When he looked up, he saw a figure. He was so scared that he didn't know where to hide the book in his arms.

In a panic, he lowered his buttocks and sat down.

Looking up at his owner with an obedient face, Duofu can still remember his trembling voice: "Fourth brother, why did you leave the palace so early today? Is there something wrong? If you have something to do, just go and do it, don't worry about me."

Before Duofu could react, he was picked up by his owner with one hand.

I don't know when that fence-sitter Su Peisheng respectfully took the storybook under his butt to his owner.

His owner's face looked so happy at that time, changing in various colors, and finally restored to factory settings.

When Duofu thinks about it now, his butt still hurts and his face feels a little embarrassed.

Since then, he no longer dared to look at colored picture books so blatantly.

It's all done secretly, like a thief, but it's also very exciting and the experience is great.

Duofu still hasn't figured out that it was Su Peishun who complained that day and asked his owner to come back and deal with him.

Or maybe his owner had come back for something.

Duofu finally finished applying the last color. He was very satisfied with the design of the entire dress. The colors he applied were also his favorite yellow and bright red.

Anyway, the whole piece of clothing looks very expensive. It doesn't look like it has the potential to be a nouveau riche. I wonder if it will look that way when I wear it.

Duofu actually likes the word nouveau riche very much. He wants to be a nouveau riche, but that's not good because, apart from his academic qualifications, he lacks all money.

What's wrong with being a nouveau riche?

Duofu repeatedly warned Su Peisheng not to tell his owner about this matter, otherwise he would definitely ask his owner to beat him with a stick.

Duofu has been busy for a while, but now he has nothing to do.

He is counting the days waiting for his owner's birthday. Sometimes the days of anticipation always pass very slowly.

Duofu had no choice but to pick up his sketchbook and start looking at it. He was almost tired of all these types of paintings.

The scholars in ancient times lacked creative ability.

I don’t know if it’s because the funds were not enough, what’s going on?

The market for writing and drawing books is not active enough, so Duofu plans to ask Su Peisheng to add fuel to the fire. He has plenty of money, as long as Su Peisheng can write something that satisfies him.

Not only did he make him rich, he also made him an official.

He can give money if he wants to get rich, but as for becoming an official, that's up to his shit scooper.

Even if it doesn't work out, it would be nice to join Prince Yong's mansion as an aide. Then it would be even better if I could write storybooks for him every day.

Duofu feels that his brain has become smarter recently.

Yes!!!

Why would he go out and look for a needle in a haystack? It's so difficult to find a novel that suits his taste.

He can customize it, tell them his requirements, and let them play with their creativity.

Also, you can’t write in too classical Chinese for him, as it will make him feel uncomfortable.

Oh, even after I taught him how to punctuate sentences, he still doesn't like that format.

Duofu felt like he was in a comfortable place and didn't know how to follow the rules.

After all, the owner of this house is a prince, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to raise a few scholars.

Duofu plans to ask Su Peisheng for his opinion first to see what the probability of success is.

If it's high, he will go and ask his owner for help. His owner likes him so much, he would not fail to give him a few people who write novels.

If he was worried about a bad reputation, he could keep him secretly on the farm and then move him to the palace when he became emperor.

Duofu has thought it through. When the time comes, he will write down the requirements and ask Su Peisheng to pass them on.

Who wrote what he liked best?

He asked his owner to reward them.

This way he doesn't have to spend anything, not only can he save money, but he can also read his favorite vernacular novels.

Duofu suddenly remembered, weren't novels popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties?

Why does he feel like he has never read the short story?

I just look at picture books or something like that, a thin book is not enough.

Duofu wanted to call Su Peisheng back immediately and ask him what was going on.

Could it be that his owner doesn't let him watch it?

That shouldn't be possible.

His owner lets him read such explicit picture books, so why can't he read a few novels?

Duofu felt full of energy and wished his owner would get off work early today so that he could fulfill his wish.

Duofu hasn't found the person yet, but he has already decided what kind of picture book he wants to see.

When the time comes, find 10 scholars with good writing skills to write for him. The output must be guaranteed, and they must write a book for him every day.

As for genres, it would be best if every scholar was good at one. He believed in letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred birds sing. As long as it was well written, he would like to read it.

As for those who write novels, we have to find 10 of them. We don’t require them to publish one book a day or one book a month, but the quality must be guaranteed.

They are all the same, except that you can’t write about ghosts. He can accept everything else.

He was a little afraid of the dark, especially after being reborn as a dog. He felt even more that there was something dirty in the world. He used to live in the Forbidden City and always felt that there was dirt everywhere.

There is no telling how many emperors have lived in the palace, and how many concubines, eunuchs, and palace maids have died.

If there is a ghost palace, it must be the place where ghosts appear most.

Now that he has moved out and lives in the mansion, he feels a little more at peace. He doesn't know whether there are any deaths or not, but even if there are, it is definitely not as many as in the palace.

Duofu only had beautiful thoughts for himself, and he didn't think about what would happen if his owner didn't agree?

Duofu touched his smart head, his eyes sparkling. Why was he so smart today?

He has never missed his owner as much as he does today. Why hasn’t he come back for dinner?

Duofu decided that he didn't want his owner to feed him food for a while. He would take the initiative to pick up some food for his owner, and even feed him a few more bites.

If this is the case, his owner will definitely feel embarrassed to refuse him when he asks for help later.

If she still doesn't agree, he will seduce her. He doesn't believe that his owner can resist.

Duofu looked outside and it was not dark yet.

Then you have to hurry up and write down your requirements.

Duofu climbed up from the cushion, walked to the desk, grabbed the brush that the Fourth Prince often used, and started writing on the snow-white paper next to him.

A scholar should have enough academic qualifications to write a picture book for him, right?

Duofu is also a little confused about whether Xiucai can write well.

If it doesn't work, ask his owner to find a juren for him. It's unlikely to find a jinshi to write a storybook for him now. His owner probably doesn't have that ability.

Even if you find so many at once, it will easily attract attention.

It’s better to look for those small shrimps, which will attract less attention.

Duofu planned to ask his owner at night.

Anyway, as long as they can write a good Tongsheng for him, and as long as he can write good novels and stories, who cares what their academic qualifications are?

Duofu listed all the types of novels he had read in his head.

Duofu looked at the full piece of paper and thought, "Okay, that's all for today."

His brain is tired, so if there is anything missing, he will ask his owner to add it to his brain.

Duofu put the brush casually and didn't tidy up the messy table.

He ran out with his sockless feet on the soft cushions.

He heard the voice of his shit scooper, who seemed to be talking to Su Peisheng, but it was a little far away and he couldn't hear clearly.

Duofu opened the door with a bang, and waved to the Fourth Prince who was not far away with his little hands.

The first thing the Fourth Prince noticed was the little feet without socks on the cushion, and his brows frowned.

He didn't know how many times he had reminded the little ancestor to wear socks and not catch a cold.

This little ancestor treated it as Abrams's words and didn't listen to a word he said.

The Fourth Prince walked over quickly, tapped Duofu’s forehead, and looked at him seriously.

Duofu was a little confused. He was very well behaved today and didn't do anything bad.

Why does his owner seem a little angry? Duofu followed his owner's gaze and saw his own white and tender little feet without socks.

He secretly said in his heart that this was not good. He had just thrown it away because he felt too hot. He had been wearing it for the past few hours.

Duofu was about to open his mouth to argue, but before he could prepare his words.

His owner picked him up, came to the couch where his socks were thrown, picked up the socks on the ground and put them on him.

Duofu originally wanted to ask for some benefits from his owner, but now it is impossible.

He decided to wait until his owner had eaten and drunk enough before negotiating terms.

Duofu finally tried hard and got everything he asked for in bed.

It's just a little bit taxing on the back, but everything else is fine, and he can be said to be living the life of a dedicated author.