C16 Your Majesty Do Not be Intimate

Fu Xiyuan looked straight ahead and walked towards Qi Jingyu with a wooden face.

The Emperor in front of him still had traces of moisture on his body. Because he had just finished bathing, his dark eyes were even more captivating. There was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

He just stood there. Even though he was wearing undergarments, he still couldn't resist the dangerous aura of corruption. It was as if he only needed to take a small step forward and a bottomless abyss would appear beneath his feet. He was the ruler, he enjoyed everything...

Fu Xiyuan suddenly felt his heart beat very fast. His heart palpitated, and he slowly slowed down his breathing. The fear of that day came like a tide. That day, the man gradually, absent-mindedly merged with him and became one with him...

Fu Xiyuan's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and an indescribable part of his back began to throb with pain. He suddenly wanted to retreat...

Fu Xiyuan had the urge to retreat. Only then did he realize how dangerous it was for him to be alone with the emperor.

"Come, come here." The corner of Qi Jingyu's mouth suddenly curled up, his eyes filled with gentleness. The young historian's handsome face was filled with vigilance. His fists were tightly pressed to his side, and Qi Jingyu could see the young historian's nervousness with a single glance.

"Come, come here..." The young emperor smiled lightly, his thin lips slightly parted, and his tone of voice was like a whisper that sympathized with the human world, tempting people to fall into the endless abyss.

Fu Xiyuan slowly approached the man dressed in bright yellow. The man's soft voice was like a fragrant wine, but Fu Xiyuan did not touch a single drop of wine. Fu Xiyuan looked at him warily, his mind clear.

The distance between the two was not far, and before long, Fu Xiyuan walked in front of Qi Jingyu.

Qi Jingyu extended his hand, and Fu Xiyuan looked at it with some hesitation. Just as Fu Xiyuan was hesitating for a moment, Qi Jingyu was in front of Fu Xiyuan, his hand had already touched Fu Xiyuan's chest, and in the next moment, the history book in Fu Xiyuan's arms disappeared.

Fu Xiyuan's body stiffened as Qi Jingyu approached, and the young emperor's breath hit Fu Xiyuan's face. The hot breath made Fu Xiyuan extremely uncomfortable. From this angle, Fu Xiyuan could see the emperor's sharp eyebrows, his high nose, the emperor's eyes that seemed gentle but were actually cold, his thin lips that were slightly pursed...

Seeing that the young emperor had only sidestepped and pulled out the history book from his arms, Fu Xiyuan didn't know if he was relaxed or not, but he relaxed all of a sudden and let out a light sigh of relief.

"Lord Fu, what were you thinking just now?" Qi Jingyu flipped through the history books in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, "Lord Fu seems to be very disappointed."

Fu Xiyuan kneeled down with a 'plop', "I dare not!"

The sound of him kneeling caused Qi Jingyu's forehead to unconsciously jump. Didn't he know the pain from kneeling so heavily?!

"You don't dare?" Qi Jingyu suddenly flipped to something fun, and the corner of his mouth curled up into his usual smile, "Come, come and take a look at this."

Fu Xiyuan saw Qi Jingyu's appearance and knew what he had flipped to. With a 'whoosh', his face turned red, "This subject... This subject..."

"Don't be a subject, I told you to come over." Qi Jingyu insisted on removing Fu Xiyuan's shy mask, "Could it be that Lord Fu wants to defy the decree?"

Fu Xiyuan pursed his lips. His expression did not change, but the blush on his face grew even stronger.

"Come, Lord Fu, read it." Qi Jingyu pushed the history book in front of Fu Xiyuan in a mischievous manner.

The Emperor's slender fingertips pointed at the words in the history book. Fu Xiyuan opened his mouth, but his throat felt astringent, and he could not make a sound,... ""

Qi Jingyu playfully looked at Fu Xiyuan's ears that were getting redder and redder. Beads of sweat broke out on the young historian's nose, and his eyes stared intently at the history book in his hand. His mouth opened and closed several times, but he did not say a word. A smile appeared in Qi Jingyu's eyes. The young historian opened his mouth slightly to speak of the young historian's helplessness and embarrassment. In the end, he simply pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word, looking as if he was angry.

The young historian's angry expression was like a little beast that had encountered danger. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws, but he was not threatening at all.

The little historian, whose ears were red, inexplicably revealed a kind of cuteness. Qi Jingyu seemed to be possessed as he pinched the little historian's earlobe. Fu Xiyuan only felt that his earlobe was suddenly pinched by a slightly cold fingertip, and the sudden action almost made Fu Xiyuan jump. He stared blankly at Qi Jingyu.

Qi Jingyu was almost amused by him, and his mood was extremely pleasant. The feel of his earlobe was soft, and Qi Jingyu could not help but rub it gently in amusement.

The tip of his ear was in the hands of the young emperor, Fu Xiyuan did not dare to move, his entire body slightly stiff. There was a heat that did not belong to him where the emperor's cold fingertips touched. Fu Xiyuan really did not know how to react.

Qi Jingyu loosened his grip on the little historian's earlobe as if he was belatedly aware of it. He smiled like a spring breeze, "Lord Fu, why don't you read it?"

Fu Xiyuan, whose earlobe had been released, subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. He thought that he had taken a small step back without leaving a trace. He looked at him carefully. "This official... this official... is thirsty!"

Qi Jingyu was not in a hurry. Although the little historian always made him very angry, these days, the little historian was still quite cute.

Of course, the precondition was that he did not write.

Fu Xiyuan pursed his lips and poured himself a cup of tea with the emperor's permission to moisten his throat. He held the porcelain cup tightly in his hand and took two deep breaths as if he was on the battlefield before turning around to leave.

It was like a duty to die on the battlefield.

Qi Jingyu was a little depressed, he did not understand the little historian's reaction. Was he that scary?

Fu Xiyuan walked in front of Qi Jingyu, picked up the history book, took a deep breath, and recited as if he was reciting to a teacher in a villa, "His Majesty pounced on me... Not long after, His Majesty lifted my sleeve. Then... "

At first, Qi Jingyu listened with relish, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong with him.

Following the little historian's description, Qi Jingyu's gaze involuntarily fell on the corresponding position on Fu Xiyuan's body. He did not have any impression of that day, but it was hard to imagine that he would react to Fu Xiyuan's tone!

Qi Jingyu's expression instantly turned ugly, "Shut up."

"So..." Fu Xiyuan was suddenly interrupted by the emperor before he could finish his sentence. Fu Xiyuan was stunned for a moment. When he saw the emperor's face that was as black as the bottom of a pot, he realized what he had done. He broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down again with a 'plop'. He kowtowed again and again, and not long after, his forehead was red and swollen. "I know my crimes! I deserve to die ten thousand times!"

Fu Xiyuan felt a chill run down his spine. His Majesty the Emperor was the ruler of a country, and that kind of thing was against ethics. If the people knew about it, who knew what kind of commotion it would cause! What if His Majesty killed his entire family in order to cover up this matter?