Dodder Pampering Handbook

Su Yi'an sat blankly in front of the desk, he was in a bad mood, and after taking two bites of dinner, he put it aside.

No matter how absurd the noise during the day, at night, the bright moon in the sky is still clear and bright.

He held the book unconsciously, and immediately moistened the brush, and wrote Zhong Cheng, or Zhong Cheng?city?

One second, he was still thinking about how to write his name, and the next second, Su Yi'an felt his heart ache again, probably that person looked down on him and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Thinking about it, Zhong Teng can't understand these injustices, but it's not that he can't understand the oppression of the weak by the strong, but he can't understand the weak who dare not resist.

Su Yi'an just figured it out, just like the gambler's son and the pastry seller, he even faintly wanted to agree with Zhong Cheng's opinion.

But if you think about it calmly, like today when Xiaohuan met his father, who was to blame for Xiaohuan being beaten?

Xiaohuan resisted, but never resisted. His father could rely on his own strength to be unreasonable and bully others.

If such fallacies are rampant in the world, wouldn't it be a world where the jungle preys on the weak?Where will there be an eternal strong man? Could it be that being weak can be insulted for nothing?

There are a lot of knowledge in books in his mind, and he knows that this is unreasonable. In this world, the only avenue that can be rampant is that the world is for the public.

A truly strong person should not rely on his own strength to bully a weaker person, and tell him that it is all because you are too weak that you suffer this humiliation.

Instead, we should serve justice for the weak, speak out for those who cannot speak out, and contribute to those who cannot.This is the real powerhouse.

Su Yi'an's heart was agitated, as if he had become a hero who could fly over the roof and wall, and he repented of beating the son who was addicted to gambling, and apologized to Xiaohuan for beating up his father.

But when he thought of Zhong Teng, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried, feeling aggrieved.

He didn't know why, but he was very wronged.It's more wronged than being looked down upon by your own father.

When he thought that Zhong Teng was angry with him and would never come again, he wanted to retreat just now. He would definitely pick up the sword and grab the hem of his clothes instead of letting him go.

Zhong Teng looked at him helplessly, obviously his personality had completely changed, only his crybaby temperament hadn't changed at all.

Delicate and crying, it's Fu Tu.

He resisted hugging Su Yi'an, handed Liu Yuexue in front of him, and gently touched his cheek with the branches and leaves.

Su Yi'an opened his misty eyes, and his red lips parted slightly, as if he didn't dare to recognize him.

"Why are you crying?" Zhong Cheng jumped down from the window, not forgetting to wipe the place where he stepped on with his sleeve.

After all, Su Yi'an prefers to lie down here, worrying about Yue.

With a helpless smile, he pulled a chair, turned it upside down, and sat astride there, facing Su Yi'an obliquely, with a set of movements as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"You, why are you here again?" Su Yi'an asked blankly.

"Your Majesty doesn't want me to come?" Zhong Cheng made a gesture to get up, but Su Yi'an grabbed his wrists with both hands, "No!"

Zhong Teng didn't get up at all, he smiled, raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and wiped out a bright red tail, "Didn't I tell you last night, what kind of flowers do you like?"

He held a few long branches in his hand, and the branches were covered with small white flowers, dotted among the green leaves in clusters.

The flowers are so blooming that the green leaves are almost covered, only a little emerald green is exposed. At first glance, it really looks like snowflakes have accumulated on the branches.

Su Yi'an took the flower, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it softly, "It doesn't smell good."

"Some flowers are fragrant, some flowers are not, each has its own beauty."

"Then do you like fragrant ones or not?" Su Yi'an asked him softly.

Zhong Teng always felt that he meant something, looked straight into his eyes, and couldn't help pinching his earlobe, it was soft and hot.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I like japanese flowers."

It doesn't matter if it smells fragrant or not, it doesn't matter if it has sharp thorns or not.As long as it is his flower, even if the place where it grows is changed, it is still his flower.

Su Yi'an blinked, trying to hold back tears, and said aggrievedly, "I thought you wouldn't come."

"How is that possible?" Zhong Cheng let go of the tips of his ears, a little distracted.Pretending to stand up from the chair, he resumed his former debauchery, "Didn't I say that? I'm an assassin, and I'm here to kill the crown prince."

"Aren't you the assassin invited by the princess? Why today..." Su Yi'an wanted to ask him, why did he help him?

"Follow your heart, this is me." Zhong Cheng stood still in front of the table, found an excuse at random, picked up a brush, and drew a circle on the word "Zhong Cheng".

"This is my name." Zhong Ting gave him a deep look, "Your Majesty, you must remember it well."

Su Yi'an nodded seriously, "Okay, I will remember."

He looked up at Zhong Cheng, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "I still think what you did was wrong."

Zhong Cheng was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It's just about beating that old baker, what you did was wrong." He looked serious and gestured with his hands to cooperate with the explanation.

Zhong Teng was so cute by him, he wanted to bully him when he looked blankly, and frowned deliberately: "Your Majesty, you want to say that I haven't hit you hard enough? Well, I get it, tomorrow I..."

Su Yi'an stood up suddenly, his mood fluctuated, his feet went limp for a moment, and he fell into Zhong Teng's arms. The flower branch of Liu Yuexue trembled violently with his movements, and a thin white petal fell off his sleeve.

He was only half an inch away from Zhong Cheng's chin, and he could feel Zhong Cheng's firm arms and fiery chest. He saw Zhong Cheng's Adam's apple rolling, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Su Yi'an blushed, and wanted to break free, but was hugged even tighter by Zhong Cheng.

He lowered his head, approached his ear, and said in a soft voice: "The grace of saving life should be promised with your body. I didn't expect the son to understand..."

After that, she turned her face close to his cheek, chased his breath, and approached his lips.

Even though his body was trembling, Su Yi'an obediently closed his eyes, his slightly trembling lips revealed his restless heart.

Zhong Teng took advantage of this moment to take a closer look at him, feeling pity and love in his heart, this is his man.

It was the person he would try his best to get close to when he went to heaven and earth.

He didn't move for a long time, Su Yi'an opened his eyes slightly like a little hamster, his chest heaved greatly, he blinked his eyes to disperse the tears, and saw the flash of nostalgic tenderness in Zhong Cheng's eyes.

After a while, Zhong Teng returned to normal, and with a smirk, he wanted to approach him again, but Su Yian pushed him away with his chest, and said softly, "No."

Sure enough, he didn't continue, but whispered in his ear in a lazy tone: "I thought the son was looking forward to it."

Su Yi'an just blushed and turned his head away, not looking at him, "I want to say that it's not the old cake seller who should be beaten. Although he has faults, more faults lie with his son."

"He shouldn't live with his son's faults, even his own son." He said seriously again, "It was Xiaohuan who reminded me of this. Her parents sold her out just because she was ugly. , This is a disregard for human relations. With such parents, Xiaohuan doesn't need to be sad for them, and she doesn't need to go back to find them when she becomes prosperous in the future, but she also doesn't need to deliberately go back for revenge, because that would cause trouble for nothing."

"If I were you, I would definitely beat his son until he repents, so that he knows how to honor his parents and stop gambling."

Seeing his earnest explanation, Zhong Cheng didn't let go of his hand, and continued to ask in this posture: "Then what if the gambler doesn't change?"

"If he doesn't change...well..." Su Yi'an felt a little troubled, then gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "Then take a bet and chop off one of his fingers!"

"Throw him on the street and let him beg, so that he can taste the bitterness of life!"

Speaking of the excitement, he clenched his fists and hammered Zhong Cheng. Zhong Cheng laughed loudly, his chest was trembling, and he wrapped his arms around him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Chong Ni said: "My son, my son, I may have misread you again."

Maybe it was because he was being sentimental in the first place, and he took all the Futu he knew, but he didn't notice that behind his little actions, there was a familiar and careful trick that made people smile.

Being approached suddenly, the blush on Su Yi'an's face never faded. At this time, he still explained with a straight face: "So, you agree with my idea, don't you?"

Zhong Cheng smiled and scraped the tip of his nose, "Yes, I agree."

How can this man be so frivolous!Su Yi'an was about to die of embarrassment, his fingertips sank into the palm of his hand, pinching out a crescent moon.

But he didn't want to push Zhong Ting away, so he could only pretend nothing happened and said, "Then can you give me another chance?"

"What opportunity?" Zhong Cheng asked knowingly, but suddenly realized, "Oh, it turned out to be this."

With thin lips, he approached Su Yi'an and said to him, "Your Majesty also wants to try?"

not this!

Su Yi'an was not used to his frivolity, she pouted like a hamster, bent her index finger, and scratched his tall nose.

"I'll give it back to you! It's time to talk about business." Su Yi'an didn't dare to look at him, and said softly, "I want to learn swordsmanship, can you teach me?"

Zhong Teng was pleased, and smiled like a benevolent person, "Don't talk about this one request, even if the son asks for a few more requests, I will fulfill them for you one by one."

"Then I have one more request." Su Yi'an said again, "Can you teach that gambler's son a lesson?"

He still thinks about this so much, don't you really think he beat the old man up?

"It's so cute." Zhong Cheng smiled, loosened his waist, and let him sit on the chair safely, "Of course."

He didn't mind at all, and beat the gambler's son again.

Su Yi'an was really happy, "When I learn the sword, can I also fly over the walls with you and fight for justice?"

His eyes were shining brightly, and he seemed to be looking forward to it, "Then should I call you Master? Shall I worship you with tea?"

Zhong Teng propped himself up and sat on the table, stroking his black hair. It was a pity that Xiao Shizi had no talent for learning martial arts at all.

His health is too bad, even if he uses all the treasures of heaven and earth to take care of his body, he can only make him look like an ordinary person.

As for this sword, what he meant was that he was willing to be the sharpest sword in his hand, invincible.

Su Yi'an was only a little disappointed, and then he cheered up again, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, and finally found a book of martial arts stories.

The story tells about a white-faced scholar who stirs up the situation in the world with his wisdom, and finally retires after being successful.

With bright eyes, he said to Zhong Teng, "I can be like him!"

The author has something to say:

Shizi is so kind, he will work very hard!