C22 Your Majesty Foxy

"Take it off, boy." Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan's stubborn appearance, smiled helplessly, and coaxed helplessly, "Take it off and see if you're hurt."

"I'm not taking it off." Fu Xiyuan looked at Qi Jingyu warily. Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan looking at him as if he was a wolf, and laughed, "You and I are both men, what would I do to you?"

Hearing that, Fu Xiyuan was startled, he turned his face away and muttered, "If it was anyone else, they wouldn't be like this..."

The corner of Qi Jingyu's mouth curled up in a good mood when he heard this.

This didn't mean that he was special?

"Alright, I'll go get the basin. I won't look." Qi Jingyu smiled helplessly as if he was compromising, and simply turned his head to leave the inner hall.

Seeing that the emperor was really going out, Fu Xiyuan took off his clothes one by one. When Qi Jingyu returned, Fu Xiyuan was naked from the waist up, and was only left with a pair of underpants. Qi Jingyu looked at the lively and fragrant scene in front of him somewhat helplessly, and finally understood how he felt when Fu Xiyuan had a nosebleed that day.

Really...

It was too exciting.

Compared to the last time, there were many more round marks on the white body in front of him. Some of them were bruised, and there were even some bloodstains. Qi Jingyu's heart ached when he saw this, and said, "Lie on the bed, I will help you apply medicine."

Fu Xiyuan was stunned and shook his head repeatedly, "No, no need. I can do it myself." He felt that what he said the most was that he could do it himself. Fu Xiyuan thought bitterly.

"I told you to lie down." Without saying a word, Qi Jingyu picked Fu Xiyuan up horizontally and placed him directly on the dragon bed. Fu Xiyuan struggled twice before he was forcefully suppressed by Qi Jingyu, "Lie down and don't move."

Fu Xiyuan curled his lips and said silently, "Tyrant."

Qi Jingyu's heart ached at the sight of Fu Xiyuan's injuries, and he took the ointment from the head of the bed to help Fu Xiyuan apply it.

When the cool touch touched his skin, goosebumps instantly appeared on his skin and were brushed down by Qi Jingyu. It was unknown if it was the effect of the ointment, but Fu Xiyuan fell asleep in a daze.

Qi Jingyu, who had finished applying the ointment, did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was sweating profusely from Fu Xiyuan's provocation, but the culprit was fine. Qi Jingyu used the blanket to wrap Fu Xiyuan up, leaving only his head outside. Qi Jingyu stuffed more people into the blanket before walking out of the inner hall.

"Yuv Yi." Qi Jingyu said coldly, "Go investigate Fu Xiyuan's tracks yesterday."

"Yes."

After dealing with some of the memorials piled up today, Yuv Yi organized Fu Xiyuan's whereabouts yesterday into a piece of paper and gave it to Qi Jingyu.

As Qi Jingyu watched, the corner of his lips curled up, his smile devoid of any warmth, "Imperial grandmother might not have seen Zhijie in a long time. Send Zhijie to Imperial grandmother and let Zhijie accompany her for two months."

Two months later, after the Spring Hunt, he would send Qi Zhijie back.

Decai replied, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch. Do you want to wake Lord Fu up?"

Qi Jingyu put down the memorial in his hand, stood up and went to the inner hall.

Fu Xiyuan, who was sleeping soundly, was very quiet. His face was still flushed red from being too bored. His entire body was curled up under the blanket, looking like a shrimp.

This comparison made Qi Jingyu unable to hold back the corner of his lips. He lowered his head and coaxed, "It's time for lunch. Get up."

Fu Xiyuan was still in a daze. Qi Jingyu took Fu Xiyuan's clothes and put them on Fu Xiyuan one by one, pulling the dazed Fu Xiyuan to the table.

When Fu Xiyuan finally woke up, he was already sitting on the table, holding a bowl of rice. There were a lot of dishes in the bowl that he had never seen before. Fu Xiyuan was a little stunned, and he subconsciously ate.

Seeing Qi Jingyu on the main seat, Fu Xiyuan's hand trembled and almost fell off.

... It's too much of a test for the little heart!

If he remembered correctly, he was asleep, right?

Then... Who gave him the clothes?

Fu Xiyuan realized an unbelievable answer. He felt that there must be something wrong with him!

Was he dreaming?

But the dishes were so delicious, how could it be a dream?

Was he not dreaming?

... No, I'm still dreaming...

Fu Xiyuan buried his face in his bowl and wished that time could speed up!

What did he do to be so close to the emperor?

Qi Jingyu smiled without saying a word as he looked at Fu Xiyuan's face that was clearly conflicted but had to pretend to be very calm. He was in an extremely good mood.

"Is this prince someone you can stop? This prince wants to see father!"

Fu Xiyuan was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look. Qi Jingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, with Fu Xiyuan here, he could not say anything like chasing Qi Zhijie away!

Thus, Qi Zhijie smoothly entered the hall. He cried until his little face was covered in tears, "Father, I don't want to go..." When his words saw Fu Xiyuan, they instantly fell silent.

Qi Zhijie stopped crying. He looked at Fu Xiyuan in a daze for a few seconds, then his tears covered his entire face, "Foxy! Mufei! Foxy stole my father!"

Fu Xiyuan was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning,... ""

Foxy!

Who!

Who was the foxy!

Was this the reason why he was smashed?

Damn you!

When Qi Jingyu heard Qi Zhijie's words, his face instantly darkened. He was now extremely regretful that he did not chase Qi Zhijie out just now. What face did he have? What face did he have!

"Zhijie is tired. Decai, take Zhijie away." Qi Jingyu looked coldly at Qi Zhijie, who was still stumbling, "Take him away right now!"

Qi Zhijie looked at Qi Jingyu's cold expression, as if he understood the reason why he had rarely seen his father since he was young, and howled even louder, "Wuwaa!"

"Wait, wait..." Fu Xiyuan stood up without saying a word, walked to Qi Zhijie's side, and touched Qi Zhijie's head. He originally wanted to comfort the little prince and ask about the seductress, but in the next second, his hand was fiercely pushed away, "Humph! This prince doesn't like you! This prince hates seductresses who seduce my father the most!"

Fu Xiyuan felt the back of his hand burning with pain. The next moment, he was carried into someone's arms. "Take him away!"

Fu Xiyuan felt the chest of the person hugging him shake. It was as if he had just come back to his senses. "Minister, is it a seductress?"

Qi Jingyu's mouth was bitter, he completely did not know how to explain this matter. If it was before, it would be fine, but when he saw Fu Xiyuan's red hands, he couldn't help but hug him.

Now, how could he explain this situation?

Tell the truth?

With Fu Xiyuan's old-fashioned personality, it was hard to say if he would crash into a pillar and die.

If he didn't say...

It was really difficult to stop.

Qi Jingyu felt a headache coming on, and heard the person in his arms ask foolishly, "Foxy, isn't it used to describe women?"

Qi Jingyu,... ""

He seemed to be too worried, hehe.