C21 Your Majesty I will Not Take It off

"Father!" From afar, a young child's voice sounded. Qi Jingyu slightly restrained his anger. Decai immediately ordered people to pull Imperial Consort Jin down and tried his best to avoid the First Prince Qi Zhijie who was running over.

Qi Zhijie, son of Imperial Consort Jin, three years old. Sent to the Queen's side.

"Father ~" Qi Zhijie ran into Qi Jingyu's embrace with a red face, sweating profusely.

"Zhijie." Qi Jingyu picked Qi Zhijie up, lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. He tapped the tip of Qi Zhijie's nose and whispered, "Did you properly complete the mission Teacher gave you?"

Qi Zhijie hugged Qi Jingyu and twisted his small body in his arms, rubbing against him. He liked the smell on Qi Jingyu's body very much, "Yes, yes, father."

Qi Jingyu chuckled, and couldn't help but glance at Fu Xiyuan. Seeing Fu Xiyuan burying his head in writing, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Writing every day, I really want to throw the pen in his hand out! It would be best to burn all of the Xuan paper and pen!

"Father Emperor, Teacher praised my son for his improvement today..." Qi Zhijie spared no effort in trying to attract his father's attention.

"Yes, Zhijie is the best." Qi Jingyu smiled lightly, leaned Qi Zhijie on his shoulder, and listened to Qi Zhijie's chattering by his ear.

"Father Emperor, Teacher said that my son can read the 'Four Books' tomorrow..." Qi Zhijie pushed Qi Jingyu away again, revealing his excited little face. Seeing that Qi Jingyu's attention was not on him, he also sneaked a glance in that direction.

"Yes, Zhijie has to work hard."

Noticing that Qi Zhijie seemed to have noticed something wrong, Qi Jingyu picked Qi Zhijie up and walked into the inner hall.

In short, Fu Xiyuan would bring his history books and follow him in.

After spending some time in the inner hall, Decai finally arrived. A second before Qi Jingyu went berserk, Decai took Qi Zhijie away.

Although Qi Zhijie was not his son, he always felt guilty in front of his beloved.

After taking Qi Zhijie away, Qi Jingyu felt that the air had become much fresher, and even his mood had relaxed.

"Minister Fu, come, grind the ink for me." Qi Jingyu curled the corner of his lips and called him to his side in a good mood. Looking at Fu Xiyuan's somewhat foolish appearance, Qi Jingyu smiled in a somewhat mischievous manner, the light of interest in his eyes flickering, causing Fu Xiyuan's scalp to go numb.

Grind ink!

Grinding ink every day!

This is not something a historian should do!

Fu Xiyuan felt that His Majesty was simply looking down on his profession!

Fu Xiyuan felt extremely sullen. Only when he left the palace did his mood improve again. Only then did Qi Jingyu relax and walk to the bed. After Qi Jingyu turned the bedpost three times to the left, an entrance appeared in front of the bed. After the entrance was completely opened, Qi Jingyu walked in.

After walking along the stairs for a while, a trace of light appeared in front of his eyes. Qi Jingyu stopped in front of a door, pushed it open and walked in.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and Yuv San was happily eating a bowl of sausages. Qi Jingyu frowned and asked, "Did you get it?"

"I got it." After Yuv Wu swallowed his mouthful of intestines, he looked at the dying Imperial Consort Jin opposite the two of them and said, "Yes, they are Prince Ann's subordinates, but it seems that Lady Imperial Consort Jin wants to defect to Lord Wai Yan and Lord Wei."

Yuv Wu laughed, "Imperial Consort Jin is indeed worthy of being called Imperial Consort Jin. She is so strong-willed that she almost tried all of my methods of interrogation."

Qi Jingyu did not want to bother with Yuv Wu, this pervert whose appetite had increased when he smelled the blood. He turned his head and saw another 'Imperial Consort Jin' gracefully walking out from the other side. The dying Imperial Consort Jin's eyes instantly widened when she saw who it was. It took her a while to stop moaning.

The person smiled sweetly at Imperial Consort Jin and said in a gentle voice, " Imperial Consort Jin, I will do my best to protect your family." The long fingertips brushed across Imperial Consort Jin's face. The person put his face next to Imperial Consort Jin and exhaled, "You can die in peace..."

Hearing this, Imperial Consort Jin's eyes instantly dimmed and she no longer struggled. Qi Jingyu looked coldly at Imperial Consort Jin and said, "Added official."

"Yes." Yuv Wu smiled as he approached Imperial Consort Jin with a stack of papers in his hand. The Imperial Consort Jin opened her eyes wide in fear and before long, she was dead.

"Yuv Si, seeing you like this really makes my heart itch..." Yuv Wu rubbed his hands vulgarly and secretly, but was kicked away by Yuv Si with a flying kick. Yuv Si became serious, "Your Majesty, your subordinate has already memorized all the information."

The night passed quickly, and Qi Jingyu was a little tired from not sleeping much the previous night. However, when Fu Xiyuan came in, Qi Jingyu raised his eyebrows in confusion.

For some reason, he felt that Fu Xiyuan had become much whiter today. Fu Xiyuan was already very fair, but now he looked a little sick. When he got closer, he could clearly see the marks of rouge on his face.

"Minister Fu."

Qi Jingyu tried to call Fu Xiyuan over, only to see Fu Xiyuan's entire body tremble. Qi Jingyu said patiently, "Come here."

Fu Xiyuan raised his head slightly and glanced at him, then slowly moved in front of the emperor.

The rouge on his face was very obvious. Qi Jingyu frowned for a moment, then said to Decai, who was standing to the side, "Bring a basin of water and a cloth."

Decai looked at Fu Xiyuan without leaving a trace, responded, and left.

Fu Xiyuan felt uncomfortable being looked at by Qi Jingyu, as if he was being evaluated. He moved and tried to break free, but Qi Jingyu glanced at him indifferently, so Fu Xiyuan could only stiffen and stop moving.

Not long after, Decai came up with a young eunuch carrying a basin of water. There was a cloth draped over the basin. The two of them stopped beside Qi Jingyu.

Qi Jingyu wet the cloth and went to wipe Fu Xiyuan's face. The moment he touched it, Fu Xiyuan almost jumped up, but was forcefully held down by Qi Jingyu, "Don't move."

... "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't... Don't wipe..." Seeing Qi Jingyu shoot another glance at him, Fu Xiyuan said aggrievedly, "I can do it myself."

"Shut up." Qi Jingyu pulled him a little closer, frowning as he wiped the rouge off Fu Xiyuan's face bit by bit.

As the rouge gradually decreased, the traces on Fu Xiyuan's face gradually revealed, causing Qi Jingyu's anger to boil.

There were many green, purple, and purple circles on his originally fair face. Some were bigger, some were smaller, and it was not hard to see that this was caused by a rock.

Then there must be some on his body as well.

As Qi Jingyu thought about it, he stood up and pulled her into the inner hall.

Tsk tsk, how miserable. His Majesty's heart would ache again if his delicate skin and flesh were smashed into such a state.

Decai clicked his tongue twice behind him. After asking the young eunuch to put down the basin, he pulled the young eunuch and left with him.

At this time, in the inner hall.

"Take it off." Qi Jingyu pulled Fu Xiyuan towards the dragon bed and said.

Fu Xiyuan's face was already red, "I'm not taking it off..."

"Take it off." Qi Jingyu was expressionless.

Fu Xiyuan refused with a red face, and was somewhat angry, "I'm not taking it off!"