C28 Your Majesty the Hundred-day Feast

Fu Xiyuan was so scared by Qi Jingyu that he waved his hands, "Your Majesty, I can do it myself."

Qi Jingyu slightly narrowed his eyes.

Fu Xiyuan, who knew that saying these words was useless, could only obediently close his eyes.

The youth's long eyelashes were still trembling slightly, and the ink on his face was indescribably funny. Qi Jingyu covered his hands with the wet cloth and wiped the ink off Fu Xiyuan's face bit by bit.

For some reason, Qi Jingyu felt that Fu Xiyuan was extremely stiff. Seeing the corner of Fu Xiyuan's mouth tighten, Qi Jingyu could not help but pinch Fu Xiyuan's clean face.

En, the feeling was not bad.

Fu Xiyuan was stunned by this pinch. He opened his eyes and covered his face as he looked at Qi Jingyu in confusion.

Qi Jingyu laughed and asked, "Were those snacks still happy? How did it taste?"

Fu Xiyuan subconsciously nodded, thought for a while, and replied, "Not bad." ... Who cares if he tastes good or not when he's in a hurry to eat? As long as he can eat, wouldn't it be fine?

Fu Xiyuan cursed in his heart.

"But you can't not eat." Qi Jingyu said, "I called for someone to serve four dishes and one soup. Come, accompany me to eat."

... Eat?

Fu Xiyuan subconsciously glanced at the table. The food on the table didn't seem to have been touched. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would have wondered if he was crazy.

The fragrance of the food entered his nose. After taking two steps, Fu Xiyuan reluctantly turned around to look at the emperor.

His small eyes were filled with the question of 'Can I eat it?'. Qi Jingyu walked over and sat down, patting the seat beside him, "Come."

Fu Xiyuan quickly ran over and sat down.

The bowl and the rice were in front of him. Fu Xiyuan didn't remember any etiquette. He picked up the rice and started to eat without saying a word.

Qi Jingyu almost laughed out loud, Fu Xiyuan could eat well even if he only ate plain white rice. In order to prevent him from choking to death, Qi Jingyu was especially kind as he took the crucible and put it into Fu Xiyuan's bowl.

Fu Xiyuan looked at the extra vegetables in his bowl in a daze, and then he no longer cared about the vegetables. Whether it was meat or vegetables, Qi Jingyu had a good grasp of the speed.

In the end, Fu Xiyuan was almost full. Seeing that Qi Jingyu still wanted to take another bite, Fu Xiyuan simply picked up a shrimp ball and handed it to Qi Jingyu, "Your Majesty, eat something too." So stop feeding me!

Qi Jingyu was silent for a second before opening his mouth to chew and swallow twice. Following that, Fu Xiyuan almost picked up all the meat on the table...

Just as Fu Xiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, Qi Jingyu suddenly rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, and fell backwards.

"Someone! Someone! Go call the imperial physician! "

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Imperial physician!! Imperial physician!!"

The hall was almost in chaos, and Qi Jingyu was quickly carried to the bed in the side hall and laid down. The imperial hospital quickly sent someone over. Qi Jingyu was tossed and turned for a long time before he finally came to a conclusion: Allergy.

"His Majesty is allergic to prawns, how can he let His Majesty eat prawns? It's too absurd!" The chief physician of the imperial hospital looked solemn, "I have written a prescription for His Majesty to take for two days in a row. Maybe he can make it to the new calendar. Eat less meat, eat more vegetables, drink more water... "

Fu Xiyuan was shocked by this sudden change. Was he allergic to prawns?

His Majesty didn't say anything either...

"I... I'll go now..." Fu Xiyuan pursed his lips and suddenly said.

Decai, who was standing at the side as if he did not exist, twitched his mouth when he heard this. He glanced at the seemingly unconscious Emperor lying on the bed and said, "This servant will go. Lord Fu, you have to help your servant take good care of His Majesty."

After that, a group of people rushed out of the hall. This time, even Decai disappeared. Fu Xiyuan moved his legs and found that his legs had become stiff after standing for too long. After a while, he walked in front of the emperor. He didn't know what to do and just quietly looked at the emperor's handsome face.

There weren't many opportunities to see the emperor in broad daylight...

Fu Xiyuan thought that it was rare for him to get a good look at the king.

However, the king was allergic to shrimps because of him... How could he know that the king was allergic to shrimps?

As Fu Xiyuan thought about it, he gradually became absent-minded. He didn't even know when Qi Jingyu had opened his eyes.

"Foolish?"

Qi Jingyu raised his eyebrows.

Fu Xiyuan was inexplicably embarrassed, and then asked in surprise, "Your Majesty, why are you awake?"

Qi Jingyu almost laughed, he slept for a whole night before waking up, his lips moved, and in the end, he sighed coldly, "Stupid."

"Is Your Majesty hungry?" Fu Xiyuan seemed to have thought of something, "I will find someone to feed you."

Qi Jingyu laughed without denying it, "You then."

... "" Fu Xiyuan choked on Qi Jingyu's words and said with a bitter face, "I have no experience..."

Before he could finish speaking, he met Qi Jingyu's half-smiling gaze, and Fu Xiyuan instantly became mute. He obediently went to get his meal, put in the dishes, and fed them one bite at a time.

Facts proved that feeding food did not require experience. After successfully feeding the meal, Fu Xiyuan even felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

Not long after, the eunuch from the vestry came with a tray of green medallions. Qi Jingyu lay on the bed and took a lazy glance at it. He rolled over and waved to them with his back to them.

This was the meaning of letting them go. He would not flip his cards today.

Thus, the eunuch from the honorific room carried the cards and went down again with a bitter face.

It had been a long time since he had received a tip from the consorts!

Qi Jingyu leaned on the pillow and took a casual glance. There was only one Fu Xiyuan left in the palace who was trying to slip away.

Fu Xiyuan was truly afraid to stay with Qi Jingyu.

"Minister Fu," Qi Jingyu smiled amiably, "I'll have to trouble you to take care of me tonight."

Fu Xiyuan,... "" Actually, I want to go home.

The palace maids outside the palace had already lit up the lights, and the palace was brightly lit. From time to time, there were palace maids passing by with red lanterns in their hands. It was clearly the New Year's Eve, but it was rare to see a smile on their faces.

Fu Xiyuan suddenly missed his father and mother. Although his father scolded him every day for being disappointing, at least he had some popularity. It was not like the lifeless palace at all.

He turned around to look at Qi Jingyu and felt a trace of pity for the Emperor.

So Fu Xiyuan lay back down in front of the bed, looked at Qi Jingyu, who had turned around, and carefully poked Qi Jingyu's back.

"Your Majesty... What do you usually do? "

" En... The first batch of memorials, together with the consorts."

... "" His Majesty's life was so boring.

The person behind him did not say anything. Qi Jingyu turned around and left an arm, "Minister Fu, lie down with me."

Fu Xiyuan,... "" This is to make me lie in your hands! No! Absolutely not!

"Don't forget that you still owe me twenty taels of silver."

Fu Xiyuan,... "" Tyrant! Tyrant!