Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Afterall, maturing was a process that would cause one to gradually become the person you once hated.2

Zhen Pu Yang heard He Lang's words, and softened all of a sudden in relief, asking with a little annoyance: "Then why did Teacher still –!" Punish him like this, it couldn't be that it was on purpose?

Seeing that that face full of resentment had finally gone back to normal, He Lang retracted a hand, tucked in the blanket, and hugged his long-limbed body.

Zhen Pu Yang could no longer be called a child, and it was tiring to hug such a big frame, but thankfully, He Lang was also not exactly a weak scholar without power.

He took in a deep breath, carrying the disagreeable big child, walking and explaining at the same time: "This minister did not punish Your Highness for insulting Ren'er, but it was to punish Your Highness's impulsiveness."

He knew that Pu Ren was not as simple as what he portrayed, maybe there was a little disappointment, but it definitely wouldn't affect his support for His Highness.

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He Lang's whispered teachings did not lack trivial words.

"It can't be known what that child said to you (respectful) – but you (respectful) should handle affairs without being flustered."

Zhen Pu Yang guiltily tightened his grasp on He Lang's lapel, nodding.

After that, he was not even a little tired, just listening quietly.

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Fortunately, He Lang's vision was not bad, and he could see even without light, the deep silence of the palace was so lonesome, but there was also a unique view. As luck would have it, both people hoped that time would slow down and allow them to appreciate this rare time well.

Zhen Pu Yang burrowed his head into He Lang's embrace, the fine fur on the blanket covered his face, making his face itch, he could not help but smile, calling He Lang: "Teacher."

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"Yang'er is so cold..." Zhen Pu Yang saw that his gaze was not focused on him, and couldn't hold this exclamation in, hinting that he should put his attention on his own body.

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Zhen Pu Yang curled his lips in satisfaction, putting his head on that chest which couldn't be said to be thick and sturdy, breathing in the light scent that He Lang's body emitted, feeling the light shaking of his steps. His four limbs that had been chilled gradually regained warmth, and encouraged his laziness, actually falling asleep in He Lang's embrace.

He returned Zhen Pu Yang to his room, but Zhen Pu Yang kept refusing to let go of him.

The night was deep, and the maidservant who held the lamp had followed His Highness for many years, and seeing that he refused to come down from He Lang's embrace for such a long period of time, naturally had some idea of the reasons, scared that His Highness would really wake up, quietly persuaded He Lang to rest here.

Helpless, He Lang could only undress and rest together with Zhen Pu Yang, hugging and falling asleep, having a good dream.

The next day, the maidservant who held the lamp was promoted a rank.

Zhen Pu Yang nodded contentedly, turning from the bed, bending down to look at the familiar sight of his Teacher who was sleeping soundly. Warm light in his eyes, Zhen Pu Yang used his delicate fingers to graze He Lang's eyebrows carefully. "Then we'll see how much you love me?"