The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Little Prince Is So Milky 7-8-9

Originally, for the sake of illness, he could rest comfortably in the palace for a while. Luo Ning was no different from a greedy little hamster. Every meal was delicious, plus a variety of fruit cakes. As he ate, his stomach became full. He became rounder again, Luo Ning pinched his chubby face and said it didn't matter, he would get a strip when he grows up.

Luo Ning was happily being a salted fish in front of him, when he was reminded to continue studying, his round eyes drooped, and his happy days were about to end again.

Like every child who doesn't like to study, he moved to the study listlessly. The most frightening thing was that he was not around during this period and could no longer keep up with his tutor's progress. In order to keep him up, his tutor gave him extra tasks...

Recognition is not a problem, but reciting and writing large characters gives Luo Ning the biggest headache. There are too many strokes in those traditional Chinese characters. Copying them one by one makes his arms feel sore and the thumb holding the pen is red. He always feel like he can never finish copying, and his tutor's requirements are becoming more and more strict.

Luo Ning's eyes were filled with confusion. He lay on the table, drowsy. How could studying be so boring? Doubling the amount of studying would be even more tedious.

After a while, in order to improve his handwriting, he had to put weight on his arms and recite poems and scriptures. This kind of life could not stop until he was more than ten years old. No wonder the ancients said that studying was hard.

Pei Ling saw that he was sleepy and had tears in the corners of his eyes. He sighed softly, stepped forward and lifted his little face, wiped it with a wet handkerchief, and gently pressed Luo Ning's arms. The soft arms and lotus joints and his skin is delicate, so practicing calligraphy all the time is quite tiring.

But there is no other way. The standards for the prince are higher. If the little prince wants to grow up to be more outstanding, these processes are inevitable.

Pei Ling encouraged him lovingly, coaxed him gently, and thought funnily, the third prince also wanted him to raise the little prince to be ignorant and incompetent, and not to let the little prince work hard to make progress, but now it seems that the little prince was like a cat that needed pampering. He wanted the little prince to work harder, but now he felt a headache.

The little prince is very playful. He also wants to pamper the little prince and make him happy without worrying about anything. However, there is an undercurrent in the palace and so many people are staring at the little prince. He must be ruthless and let the little prince grow up on his own.

Luo Ning hugged his waist coquettishly, "brother, I'm so tired and sleepy."

"How could you give me so much homework, sir? Otherwise, I won't do it."

Pei Ling said with a smile: "You are talking nonsense. If you can't finish writing, you will be slapped tomorrow. Don't cry again."

"You still have an hour before you go to bed. If you be more serious, you will definitely be able to finish writing in time."

"You can have an extra piece of dried fish later."

Pei Ling rarely let Luo Ning eat spicy food, but Luo Ning also liked to eat spicy food. In order to appease Luo Ning, Pei Ling gave in.

Luo Ning smiled, "Brother is so kind."

Pei Ling is special in his eyes. Now he is not only the target of his mission, but also his relative.

In fact, he spent the most time with Pei Ling. Concubine Lan also loved him, but she was also busy trying to please Emperor Cheng Ming, and Pei Ling always took care of him.