"Oh, he is my emperor's nephew, and he is also the emperor's eldest son who you need to teach carefully in the future, Chu Yan."
Ah? Chu Yan? The legendary Chu Yan who is mediocre and incompetent?
Yu Buhuan was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Before he could react, Chu Yan saw Chu Yuan and shouted from a distance: "Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, come over to play."
Can you imagine a fat man in his twenties or nineteen jumping up to say hello to someone?
"Chu Yan, you came at the right time. This is Yu Buhuan. He is the tutor chosen by the king for you."
Yu Buhuan tried his best to resist the urge to run away, and slowly lowered his head to salute Chu Yan.
"I've met the eldest son of the emperor."
"Oh, it turns out that the emperor's uncle has hired a new tutor for His Highness." Although Chu Yan is fat, his voice is very pleasant, which makes Yu Buhuan feel a little more balanced.
Then Chu Yan commanded: "Raise your head and let me have a look."
Yu Buhuan raised his head and met Chu Yan's eyes.
Chu Yan's body is actually not ugly, but the fat body makes people look a little tired. Her fat body is wrapped under the python robe, and it looks like the clothes are about to burst.
"What do you know? Do you know polo? Do you know how to drill into a basket? How about hanging a bamboo pole? How about jumping on a bamboo horse?"
Faced with a series of questions, Yu Buhuan wanted to slap this fat man in the face.
"I don't know how."
"Tch, you don't know anything, and you still dare to be the tutor of His Highness? Are you too courageous?" Chu Yan's words were frivolous, and his brows were full of pampered arrogance.
"Chu Yan, please don't be unreasonable with Taifu. She is a person carefully selected by me. If you dare to offend him, you will offend me." The regent reprimanded her matter-of-factly.
Chu Yan calmed down a little, but his arrogance did not subside.
After walking around Yu Buhuan two or three times, I found that compared to the previous Taifu, this Taifu looked more pleasing to the eye, but he was too thin and felt like a woman.
Moreover, he hates scholars who talk nonsense, and even more hates scholars who have a pretty face.
Yubuhuan basically has both.
"What do you know? Tell me about it, Your Highness." Chu Yan took the net bag used to catch butterflies in her hand and asked.
"I wonder what the eldest son of the emperor wants to learn." Yu Buhuan asked expressionlessly.
Chu Yan looked around and said lazily: "Your Highness wants to learn how to catch more butterflies."
Go to hell, fat man.
Yu Buhuan cursed thousands of times in his heart, and finally slowly raised his head and smiled at Chu Yan: "Oh, this."
For some reason, Yu Buhuan's smile suddenly made Chu Yan feel creepy.
Yu Buhuan gently rotated his wrist, and a gust of wind immediately hit the imperial garden. Chu Yan stood still in shock, but saw that the other party actually held a beautiful butterfly in his hand.
Yu Buhuan offered the butterfly: "Let's think of this as a meeting gift for the eldest son of the emperor."
The eldest son of the emperor, Chu Yan, stared blankly at the pretty boy in front of him. How did he do it?
Chu Yuan said: "Chu Yan, remember, he will be your Taifu from now on. You must obey him obediently, otherwise, your mother will be angry again."
After recovering from the shock, Chu Yan returned to the state of being dismissive of everyone just now.
"What day does she not get angry? She doesn't like anything my Highness does."
Yu Buhuan suddenly began to sympathize with the Queen Mother, who had never been masked before.
…
After coming out of the palace, Yu Buhuan kept wondering.
"Is my nephew very stupid?" When we were going back in a carriage, Yu Buhuan was sitting in the same carriage as Chu Yuan, and Chu Yuan suddenly asked.
