Slag Shou Cultivating Manual Chapter 8

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In the evening, He Lang was immersed in the joy of Zhan Puyang winning first prize, that he cordially invited him (ZPY) to his (HL's) house to taste his craft.

Zhan Puyang himself was in a wonderful mood. How could he (HL) be so excited when he (ZPY) himself was not so happy. His eyes were bright, unconscious of how beguiling he looked right now. Zhen Pu Yang did not want to but could not help but watch him.

He Lang's invitation was not appropriate. It was too late. If he went to his (HL's) residence, Zhan Puyang would not be able to return to the palace.

He Lang looked up at the deepening sky and suggested, “If you don't dislike it, your Highness can rest for a night in my humble home.”

“Dislike…..I dislike it!” Zhan Puyang did not expect that teacher would be so enthusiastic. He was flattered but reb.u.t.ted loudly.

Then, after a few seconds of mutual confusion, his voice sounded again, mild as he waved his hand.

"Nevertheless, His Highness does not bother about frivolity, nor can this Highness look down on the common people.”

After that, both of them got into their sedan chair, not minding each other, to make their way to He Lang's house.

He Lang shook his head finding it funny, not knowing what was going on in his highness's thoughts, and also got into the sedan chair.

Two men in a narrow s.p.a.ce together, coupled with the shaking of the carriage, it was unavoidable that their limbs would contact several times. He Lang was not careful and fell on top of Zhen Puyang's shoulder.

The light fragrance that overflowed from him was like an invisible hand, enrapturing Zhan Puyang's head. He wondered if it was the sedan chair's shaking, which made him dizzy and frowned.

He Lang twitched his nose, realizing that his disrespect had upset his Highness, and carefully placed himself on the other side, trying to avoid physical contact with him.

Zhen Puyang exhaled in relief and looked at him (HL), eyes closed uncomfortably and his eyebrows were wrinkled. He did not know what he was thinking.

Originally, he thought tasting Imperial Tutor's craft was a joke, but unexpectedly, he really worked for half an hour in the kitchen.

Considering his (HL's) feelings, Zhen Puyang picked up the chopsticks.

He wondered if it was because he was hungry, Zhan Puyang took a bite and then moved his fingers, silently and frequently using the chopsticks.

Under his attentive gaze, he added another bowl of rice, pondering. As far as he knew, teacher was born from a well-off family who has always only read and study every day. How come he knew how to cook?

Zhan Puyang chewed slowly and stopped in his contemplation.

Seeing him like this, He Lang was frustrated and said, “The skill of this official is not so bad as to make it difficult for you to swallow it, is it?”

Zhan Puyang immediately took a big bite and asked, “Your Highness is just wondering how teacher learned how to cook.”

n.o.bleman stayed far away from the kitchen. Aren't literary not supposed to pay attention to these things?

After Zhan Puyang spoke, He Lang was silent for a moment, his eyes drooped down, considering.

He used to be a prince, but unlike other princes, he did not have a large number of maids.

There was a maid named Paichun, and they used to support each other. When Paichun was busy with a lot of work in his residence, he would cook to fill his stomach.

But naturally, he could not explain this, so he had to say, “I learned for Your Highness.”

“…?!”

This answer was definitely beyond his imagination that it made Zhan Puyang almost bite his tongue.

Even his biological mother, with her aloof and condescending manner, with her pampered slender hands, had never done these things for him. How can this person do it so casually….

Zhan Puyang frowned, his heart giving rise to a little uneasy and sweet satisfaction. He straightforwardly said that he would give him the precious horses he had won today.

Such an impulsive gift giving made He Lang laugh out loud.

"It's still yours.” Zhen Puyang glanced at him and then cleared away the food.

It was getting late, so he rested in a chamber and slept well at night, well into the late morning the next day.

He Lang heard that Zhen Puyang had not got up yet, but n.o.body dared to disturb him except He Lang.

He did not have second thoughts nor did he knock at the door. He went straight into the room and called out to the sleeping Highness a few times without any response.

Zhen Yan Puyang's sleeping form was small and tender, calm and quiet, like an obedient child, not at all like the usual arrogant and condescending juvenile.

He Lang couldn't bear to roughly lift his bedsheets. At the same time he felt very playful, so he pinched his nose and waited for him to wake up on his own.

Quickly, Zhan Puyang opened his eyes. Across his face was an angry look and he was about to enrupt, when he recognized the person in his hazy vision. Somehow, his rising temper defused in an instant.

At this time, several maids came forward and hurriedly handed over the washbasin and towel to the small devil, who still had a hazy look and dark eyes, to wash.

Zhan Puyang sat up silently and asked He Lang to tie his hair.

The maid with the jade comb looked at her master, the Imperial Tutor and hurried to serve him (ZPY), but he scattered it on the ground.

Originally when he got up, he was in a bad mood. Now that his words were not taken seriously, Zhan Puyang was even more angry.

The lowly servant swallowed back under He Lang's gaze and retreated, but he did not diminish his scolding. “This Highness said he wants Teacher to tie up his hair. Could it be that all of you are deaf? Hurry up and get lost. So early in the morning and you're already being this irksome!"

Several people fled in a hurry from the crossfire of two at war.

Although he wanted to remind this Highness that it was not early morning, He Lang obeyed his wishes, dispersed the people and picked up the jade comb.

With his usual simple hairstyle and poor craftsmans.h.i.+p, he tried to help his Highness comb his hair but pulled out several beautiful hair after a while.

He Lang's heart leaped and he quickly retracted his hands.

He remembered that Zhan Puyang nearly hanged a maidservant once because of his hair before, which shows just how much he loves his hair.

After much hesitation, He Lang put down the comb and gave up trying. “This courtier's hands are clumsy. Let's call a maidservant.”

His Highness was angry to be refused such a small request. Zhan Puyang, with a straight face, grabbed the jade comb from his hand and threw it away. It landed on the ground, shattered.

"There's no comb!”

He Lang had a headache because of the roar, so he had to look for another comb, a wooden one, to hold up his hair.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Puyang was still angry, twisted his body and pulled back his hair with great force, with a look of unwillingness to cooperate.

He Lang grinded his teeth and felt that his patience was being worn down. He tried to persuade himself not to care about it, and combed his hair carefully and tirelessly.

In order not to damage His Highness's hair, he made his movements as gently as possible.

Obviously, this made Zhan Puyang feel very comfortable. After his scalp was lightly scratched, strands of his hair in teacher's hands, then meticulously tied up, his initially frowning face had relaxed.

After appeasing this venerable Buddha, He Lang helplessly helped him change his clothes. Zhan Puyang was finally satisfied and went back to the palace.

It was on this day that His Highness gave his teacher the precious horses rewarded by the emperor.

Such treatment was not common and it proved Imperial Tutor's weight in the hearts of the Seven Princes.

Others all thought that He Lang was a good teacher and that His Highness was generous, but they didn't know how they got along with each other.

In ordinary lectures, for example, when He Lang talked about the emperors, Zhan Puyang would be puzzled.

“Study 'Emperor's Way', then 'A Study in Political-“

He would interrupted He Lang impatiently. He had never thought about competing for that position, so why did teacher want to instill this knowledge in advance?

“This Royal Highness does not have the least bit of chance to become the emperor."

If teacher wanted to teach an emperor so much, would it not be more effective to go directly to the crown prince?

He Lang looked at his stiff face and stopped talking. Perhaps he too eager and showed his obvious intentions had annoyed His Highness.

Seeing the situation was not right, He Lang immediately closed his mouth and changed his speech. He took Zhen Puyang out that night to drink.

Considering that he had not drunk alcohol for a long time, Zhen Puyang readily agreed.

After the evening, the luminescence of the moon had risen up to the willow branches, and the sky had darkened, dyeing into a deep color.

The moon was cold and beautiful, but with the silver light arisen and the fall of temperature, it inevitably gave people a sense of loneliness.

During this time, people who drink with each other are their only companions.

He Lang was supposed to bring a jar of plum wine, but Zhan Puyang thought it was dull to the taste, and so he finally brought a jar of aged wine.

The wine was heavy at first. He Lang could only feel that his mouth was overwhelmed by the wine and he wished to smash his mouth so hard that the stimulating taste would be numb.

Looking at Zhan Puyang again, he looked at him with a smile as if nothing had happened.

He Lang calmly lifted his gla.s.s, took a sip, and watched the moon carefully.

Zhan Puyang, who was not paid any attention to, was like a neglected child and felt slightly annoyed: “Is the moon so good-looking? Does it even have half the elegance than This Highness has?”

It was obviously him who invited him, so he had thought he had something else planned. Why did it turn out to  him being so indifferent to him and letting him drink alone?

Looking at the moonlight illuminated Imperial Tutor, his figure was vague, tracing his like a silver border, seemingly without desire.

Looking at him, Zhan Puyang's heart gradually calmed down and looked slightly sideways. “What's the purpose of Teacher?”

Why should he treat him so well, as if he were a treasure at one time, and dissociative with him another time? Why does he always seem place him in consideration everywhere, but ignore his wishes, seeming to want to find a way for him to seize power?

Such an Imperial Tutor is strange to him and he wants to push him far away, but his heart resisted. Nevertheless, he fears this unprecedented danger.

Why was it that even though he knew that the man wanted him to sit in a position that was uncomfortable to him, even if he disliked it, he couldn't help but feel like he was under a spell and wanted to get close to him.

Every time he (ZPY) talked back and made trouble, he inadvertently looked forward to his scolding, as well as his angry eyes, which be focused only on him.

He was unwilling to admit to himself that he enjoyed the warmth of Imperial Tutor's spoiling and his intolerant indulgence. He was always afraid that he would get addicted to this poison, and willingly drink it to quench his thirst, as if it was medicine.

The author has something to say: Why does it feel that the little gong is very Tsundere……?