The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Chapter 125 Why is the reading companion so easy to deceive 24

No way, you're talking about something like holding hands?

As expected, we are split from the same soul. We have such a good relationship in private that we don’t differentiate between you and me.

At the same time, Su Muyu also discovered that no matter which world they were in or what their identities were, the twins always seemed to be pursuing fair treatment when they were young.

What one person has, the other must also have.

He didn't know that it was not the younger brother who shared the news with the older brother, but the latter who saw it clearly standing in the corner!

Su Mu sighed, "If we hold hands, Your Highness won't be able to do his homework."

He happened to be sitting on the other person's right hand side.

Lu Yanjue looked calm and composed as he explained, "I just want you to massage my wrist."

The subconscious action just now was indeed a bit out of line for him who prided himself on being mature.

He spoke righteously, but what he couldn't see was that the tips of his ears were turning red.

This scene was seen completely by the little companion.

A smile flashed across Su Muyu's eyes, and he instantly understood whether the other party was speaking from the heart or making up an excuse.

The male protagonist is still young and his disguise is not so perfect.

He was touched by cuteness.

Su Muyou tried his best to control his gaze and not let it fall on the other person's ears.

It’s normal to pamper children a little more!

He cleared his throat, without any shame on his face for 'misguessing' His Highness's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Okay."

As he said this, he sat down on the stool and held Lu Yanjue's wrist with both hands.

Both thumbs pressed on the flesh of his palms, controlling the strength and pushing towards his wrists in circles.

Lu Yanjue adjusted his sitting position to make it easier for his little reading companion.

This was the first time he had a massage before writing anything.

Su Mu was particularly focused and serious.

I learned the massage techniques from Fei Jueran.

In the Sentinel world, the other party has always called himself his supply station.

In addition to comforting him, I also tried my best to relieve his physical fatigue.

For this purpose, I specially sought out relevant teachers to learn from.

Su Muyou, who was served for a long time, also mastered this skill.

Before, Fei Jueran refused to let him work any harder, but now, he had the chance to return the enjoyment.

Come to think of it, it really does feel like we are running towards each other.

Lu Yanjue didn't let his little partner read for long, and used his other hand to suppress his movements, "That's enough."

Su Muyu did not insist, stood up and started grinding ink.

After just a few words, the study returned to its usual tranquility.

Lu Yanjue watched quietly, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to keep it this way.

The two of them studied under the same teacher, so logically, the assignments they received were the same.

But as the third prince, Lu Yanjue was obviously more strict with himself and added a lot of extra content.

After Su Muyu finished his homework, he had some free time. He ground the ink twice and then yawned.

The little head was moving little by little, and it was almost washing its face with the black ink.

In the morning, I tried too hard to show off in front of the Queen.

After the mind relaxes, fatigue gradually spreads.

Lu Yanjue was infected and yawned twice in succession.

This cannot continue.

He raised his chin and gestured towards the soft spot, "Go and sleep on it for a while."

Su Muyou was very moved, but he couldn't show it directly.

"But the ink..." He glanced at the ink stick in his hand, hesitant.

"It's okay. If you're not good enough, I can call Xiao Dezi."

With just one simple sentence, Lu Yanjue resolved his little study partner's worries.

Su Muyou's eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, "Thank you, Your Highness. You are so kind!"

"You're so talkative." Lu Yanjue was helpless, but the corners of his mouth curved up in enjoyment.

Anything owned by Qifeng Palace must be of the highest quality.

It looks like an ordinary soft couch, but once you climb on it you will know that the material used is not simple.

The silk surface is soft and comfortable, and the already existing discomfort caused by the hook is even more rampant.

Su Muyou spread out a spare blanket, wrapped himself in it, and lay down comfortably.

While enjoying it, he did not forget to inform another person in the room who was writing furiously, "Your Highness, I'm going to sleep now!"

Lu Yanjue just watched him wrap himself up like a silkworm and said, "Go to sleep."

Sure enough, he is still young.

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By the time Lu Yanjue finished today's task, his little tutor had already fallen asleep on the couch, unconscious.

I wanted to wake him up, but looking at that peaceful and defenseless face, I just let him sleep soundly.

He leaned over slightly and scratched the other person's nose very lightly.

Then cover him with the loose and messy blanket.

Let’s hold hands next time.

Xiao Dezi, who had been guarding outside the door, saw this scene and looked a little dazed.

Who is the master?

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The matter of the wrong account was soon brought to a close. Life in Qifeng Palace was as comfortable as it was in the past, and it is still the same now.

The Ji family escaped unscathed from this turmoil.

The emperor's hard work for many days was not without reward, as the national treasury was filled a lot.

However, his mood obviously did not become better because of this. Instead, he was filled with anger.

In addition to being plotted against by the Queen, there are other reasons.

After finding out who was behind the operations of those shops, he reluctantly returned them.

On the surface, these nobles all look down on merchants, but in fact, which one of them is not a merchant?

It’s really a deteriorating world and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!

Because of this incident, the emperor stopped attending morning court for a few days and told the public that he was ill.

Several nobles who had taken back their shops secretly cursed him for being too cunning and sent some more gifts to the palace.

The fragile relationship between the monarch and his subjects was thus maintained.

A few days later, Su Muyu was stopped by an unfamiliar eunuch again on his way to and from school.

The scumbag dad starts to show off his presence.

Su Liangchen learned his lesson this time. He knew that the Queen Mother was concerned about their contact, so he did not show up directly.

I just asked someone to bring him some gifts and a letter from home.

The gift was a takeaway pastry from an unknown store outside the palace. The crust had become hard and cracked, and no one knew how long it had been there.

Compared to what was prepared before, it is visibly that the level of care has dropped sharply.

Su Muyou was not surprised.

He had to act fully. In front of outsiders, the atmosphere between him and the third prince was still that of alienation and awkwardness after the incident.

From the change in Su Liangchen's attitude, it can be seen that in the other party's heart, he is just a person being used by the queen.

Su Muyu unfolded the letter from home, filtered out the false concern, and accurately extracted the main message that the other party wanted to convey.

First, he argued that he had not deliberately inquired about the news of Fengqi Palace before, but was just concerned about his son's daily life, so he asked a few more questions.

There was a sense of grievance revealed between the lines, saying that he did not expect the Queen Mother to be so concerned about such a trivial matter and get so angry.

He almost said the word "stingy" out loud.

Maybe they think that half-grown children are easy to influence.

This method of sowing discord seems low-level and does not suit his age and experience.