C26 Your Majesty the Hundred-day Feast

In any case, no one had called him a seductress since he entered the palace, but only His Majesty could do that.

Although he was the one who started all this, the king didn't need to solve the problem for him, even if it was just a word from the king.

Qi Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "In exchange for a kiss."

Fu Xiyuan's face flushed red,... ""

Your Majesty, you're not right now, do you know that!

With that, Qi Jingyu approached Fu Xiyuan and tapped his cheek with his slender fingertips.

Fu Xiyuan looked at the approaching cheek helplessly, not knowing how to react.

Qi Jingyu waited for a long time. Seeing that Fu Xiyuan was still covering his mouth, a smile appeared in his eyes. He moved in front of Fu Xiyuan and pressed his lips to Fu Xiyuan's forehead.

Fu Xiyuan looked stupidly at the face right in front of him,... ""

His Majesty, His Majesty, h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!

The kiss did not last long, and the footsteps outside the palace were faintly hurried. Qi Jingyu let go of Fu Xiyuan when he estimated that the person had already arrived at the palace door.

"Your Majesty," Decai walked in, stood by the pillar and said, "Prince Ann, please meet me."

After saying that, he secretly raised his head and winked at Fu Xiyuan.

Fu Xiyuan raised his eyebrows and winked back at Decai.

"Xuan." Qi Jingyu took in the small movements of the two of them, "Someone, call Imperial Consort Jin over."

Decai replied and then called the palace maid to call the Imperial Consort Jin.

Then Qi Jingyu tried to help Fu Xiyuan put on his pants, but was rejected by Fu Xiyuan with a red face, "Your Majesty! I can do it myself!"

Qi Jingyu held the pants and looked at Fu Xiyuan for a long time before finally losing and handing the pants to Fu Xiyuan.

Without saying a word, Fu Xiyuan put on his pants, pulled them tight, and even tied a dead knot.

Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan's white abdomen that was revealed when he lifted the hem of his shirt because he was wearing pants, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Following that, Fu Xiyuan dressed neatly and stood in front of Qi Jingyu with an expressionless face.

Qi Jingyu raised his eyebrows, walked to the table, picked up a piece of cake with his slender fingertips, and took a bite. The pastry was a little tart, so Qi Jingyu picked up another cup of tea and took a sip. The pastry was not particularly sweet, but it was just right for Qi Jingyu's taste.

Fu Xiyuan was trembling with fear, afraid that the emperor would directly stuff half a pastry into his mouth.

Qi Jingyu took Fu Xiyuan's expression into his eyes and almost laughed out loud. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth and saw Fu Xiyuan heaving a sigh of relief.

Qi Jingyu was really angry and wanted to laugh, was it necessary for him, Qi Jingyu, to be such a person?

"Are you hungry? Taste the pastries here." Qi Jingyu finally heaved a sigh of relief and swallowed his anger.

Sooner or later, he would have to repay Fu Xiyuan with interest...

Fu Xiyuan blinked his eyes, somewhat stunned.

"I won't say some words twice." Qi Jingyu smiled at Fu Xiyuan, "Minister Fu, don't forget, history."

Thus, Fu Xiyuan quickly walked to the table and wolfed down two pieces of pastries.

He quickly poured a cup of water and handed it over to Fu Xiyuan. Fu Xiyuan's face was already flushed red from choking, and he kept beating his chest. Qi Jingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted Fu Xiyuan's back.

After a long while, Fu Xiyuan recovered his senses with tears in his eyes and said in a wronged tone,... "I won't eat pastries anymore."

Qi Jingyu smiled helplessly, "Alright, alright, alright, do you want another cup?"

Fu Xiyuan shook his head and slowly moved behind the screen.

Qi Jingyu watched as Fu Xiyuan walked behind the screen without saying a word, and also walked back to the back of the dragon table.

However, he could not watch on no matter what.

Even the screen was an eyesore.

At this moment, Qi Jingyu completely did not know the meaning of the screen being there, and wished that he could order someone to burn the screen!

The rustling sounds behind the screen gradually rose, but the more Qi Jingyu listened, the more irritated he became, "Decai!"

"Brother, why are you so irritable?" Prince Ann said with a cold face, and one could still hear the concern in his words.

Qi Jingyu, however, did not care about this concern at all. Prince Ann's ambition was simply known by everyone. He still did not know if the person standing behind Prince Ann was Qi Tianyan, which made Qi Jingyu extremely wary.

After all, he had only been in the throne for a few years, and the power of the court was unstable. There were still many ministers who firmly believed that the throne should belong to Qi Tianyan. The decision was up to the parties led by Gao Ruifeng and Fu Shenghua. If Qi Tianyan appeared, or if there were even the slightest trace of him, he wouldn't be able to become emperor.

"Brother, come, sit, have a taste of the imperial chef's cooking."

The smile on Qi Jingyu's face did not change, "The new calendar is coming, does brother have any good news for brother to hear and be happy about?"

Prince Ann's gaze swept across the hall, pausing for a moment when it landed on the screen. Qi Jingyu secretly raised his guard, slightly narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

Knowing that he had aroused Qi Jingyu's suspicion, Prince Ann turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened, and then said, "There is a child in the palace, and in two days it will be my child's Hundred Day Feast, which just so happens to be a new calendar. The reason I came this time is to hope that brother can attend my son's Hundred Day Feast."

Qi Jingyu raised his chin slightly and nodded, indicating that he agreed, "I will go and get a good prize. I still have many memorials to read. If there is nothing else, please leave."

Prince Ann was a little surprised by Qi Jingyu's words. This was the first time he, a brother who sought perfection in everything, had been so direct. Prince Ann looked at Qi Jingyu, a trace of greed in his eyes.

He must have been special to my brother...

Otherwise, my brother wouldn't have shown such a difference...

"Your Majesty, Imperial Consort Jin is outside asking to see you."

"Xuan."

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty. Your Majesty is blessed and safe." Imperial Consort Jin, who had not seen her for a long time, was dressed in a light pink dress as she entered the hall to pay her respects.

"No need for formalities. Beloved concubine, come over quickly. How about accompanying me for dinner today?" When Qi Jingyu saw Imperial Consort Jin, the arc of his mouth became a little more real. Prince Ann, who had yet to leave, had a gloomy look in his eyes, but he still laughed, " Brother is not prepared to have a long talk with me through the night?"

This was what Qi Jingyu wanted to hear. His smile was peerless, "Then let's eat together."

Then Qi Jingyu returned to the back of the table to deal with the memorials. Imperial Consort Jin stood beside him, gently and skillfully grinding the ink. Prince Ann sat at the table, drinking tea from time to time. Seeing the two of them looking at each other gently from time to time, his expression became even darker.