C3 Your Majesty I Am Interested

So Qi Jingyu lowered his head again to deal with the affairs of state, and not long after, the physician's gentle voice sounded, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Censor Fu fainted because he had not eaten properly for many days. It should be better to eat some pastries."

"Yes, you may leave." Qi Jingyu replied in a low voice.

"This lowly subject will take his leave." The imperial physician bowed his head and retreated, so he did not see the Emperor's increasingly twisted smile.

It was one thing for Fu Xiyuan to give him trouble, but now he had to provide him with lunch!

'I am the emperor of the Qi Country! '

"Let him rest in the hall. Bring him some pastries that can fill his stomach and let him eat." Qi Jingyu felt a headache coming on. The memorial and the mosquito-like historian beside him!

Qi Jingyu really wished that he could continue to be unconscious!

With Qi Jingyu's order, not long after, the unconscious Fu Xiyuan was carried into the great hall. Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan's flushed face and was slightly startled. He casually pointed to the bed where he rested, "Let him lie down for a while."

Decai hesitated for a moment, then thought that it was an order from His Majesty, and waved his hand. The guards carried him to the bed.

"Cover him up." Qi Jingyu saw that the guards' movements were not light, and frowned slightly. He then said to Decai, "Go to the imperial hospital and ask Imperial Physician Lin for the prescription. If my brain is fried, I don't know what Fu Shenghua will say to me."

Decai thought to himself, 'Who would dare to say that to you? How can you casually say that you are the king of a country? They still want this head, okay?' However, it was obvious that the king in front of him did not feel that it was inappropriate to let a subject lie on his dragon bed. He just frowned and looked at him. No one knew what he was worried about.

So Decai lowered his head and agreed. He bowed and left.

Only Qi Jingyu and Fu Xiyuan were left in the empty hall. Qi Jingyu frowned as he sized up Fu Xiyuan. It had been a month since his father had been kicked out of the court, and the little historian had replaced his father. For more than a month, the young historian followed him everywhere he went, even in the wind and rain, and even burned it once, until he was in a daze, hugging Qi Jingyu's arm and calling him daddy.

Qi Jingyu swore that he had not deliberately waited for the young chronicler to come over and hug him. It was the first time he had seen him in a daze from the fever, and he was caught off guard by the sudden pounce.

For such an irksome person to suddenly lie down like this, it was really...

Qi Jingyu frowned, unable to describe that feeling.

Realizing that the little historian had delayed him for too long, Qi Jingyu turned around to deal with the government affairs.

"East of the city..." Qi Jingyu looked at the memorial, which was a request for the current general, Gao Ruifeng, to split up with his son, Gao Tingyuan.

Gao Tingyuan, seemed to be the playboy from last year?

Qi Jingyu slightly narrowed his eyes, Gao Tingyuan was divorced from his father.

"Yuv Yi, go and find out what's going on in the tall general's residence." Qi Jingyu knocked on the table. Immediately, a faint response came from all directions from the empty hall, "Yes."

Then, Qi Jingyu lowered his head to deal with the government affairs. After an unknown period of time, a slightly lax gaze swept across his body. Qi Jingyu's body paused slightly and looked up. It was Fu Xiyuan, who had woken up at some point in time.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he was trying to figure out where he was. Then he looked straight at Qi Jingyu, presumably realizing that Qi Jingyu was the only living person in the hall.

Qi Jingyu looked at him with interest. Fu Xiyuan, who had just woken up, opened his mouth slightly. As if just realizing who he was, he started to get out of bed and bow, but his foot caught and he lost his balance. Half of him fell to the floor with a thud, his foot bound by the quilt on the bed, looking like a twisted lobster.

"... " Pfft. Qi Jingyu couldn't help but laugh, and wiped his expression before Fu Xiyuan raised his head.

Fu Xiyuan rubbed his head blankly, suddenly realizing his current situation. He immediately got up and walked in front of Qi Jingyu, kowtowing and kneeling on the ground, "I deserve to die ten thousand times!"

The smile that was still on Qi Jingyu's face disappeared in an instant. He pulled the corner of his mouth in boredom, "Oh? Do you know what you did wrong?"

Fu Xiyuan was at a loss for words,... "" How would he know what he did wrong? Sir, how should I answer your question that doesn't follow common sense?!

The emperor was still waiting for his answer. Fu Xiyuan only managed to say after a long while,... "This official shouldn't have... lain on His Majesty's dragon bed."

Qi Jingyu,..." "

Fu Xiyuan, who suddenly felt that something was wrong,..." "

" Alright, get up. " Qi Jingyu calmed his smile, and as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xiyuan stood up. His forehead was a little red, and he looked pitiful. It was clearly the same expression as usual, but this time, Qi Jingyu could actually see a trace of grievance from it?

He must have seen wrong...

After stabilizing himself, Fu Xiyuan no longer had that trace of grievance on his face. He lowered his head respectfully and stood quietly at the side.

For some reason, Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan and felt a wave of irritation in his heart. The rise and fall of his mood made Qi Jingyu subconsciously want to stop this state.

Otherwise, the country that he had tried so hard to obtain would probably be destroyed in his hands.

That kind of future was not what Qi Jingyu wanted.

Qi Jingyu looked at Fu Xiyuan, the killing intent in his heart gradually rising.

The young historian also suddenly shrank his body slightly, but he seemed to think that it was because he was only wearing his underwear that the hall was shivering.

Qi Jingyu lowered his eyes, and restrained the killing intent in his eyes, "My beloved subject, it's better to put on your clothes, otherwise it won't be good if you get sick."

"Yes."

Fu Xiyuan bowed and retreated to the edge of the dragon bed. He looked awkwardly at the emperor, who seemed to have his eyes closed, and quickly took the clothes hanging on the side and put them on.

After putting on his clothes, Fu Xiyuan walked behind the screen again and started to grind the ink peacefully.

Unknowingly, the sky was getting dark. Qi Jingyu raised his head slightly to look at the horizon, and pulled his mind out of the memorial.

Qi Jingyu,... ""

Alright, just you wait!

Qi Jingyu's smile was twisted. In a while, Decai would order someone to bring him the green head, and he would have to leave the palace and so on.

How could he endure this?

"Decai, call the Imperial Kitchen to serve the dishes." Qi Jingyu said, and Decai, who was beside him, bowed and withdrew. After that, he called for the young eunuch to go to the Imperial Kitchen.

As expected, just as Qi Jingyu finished speaking, a rustling sound came from behind the screen...