C30 Your Majesty the Hundred-day Feast

Qi Jingyu knew what Fu Xiyuan was thinking as soon as he saw him. His little expression was all over his face, as if he was determined to die. Qi Jingyu thought for a while, then said, "Beloved subject, return twenty taels of silver to me now, and I will let you return to the palace."

Fu Xiyuan was shocked by his own king's shamelessness!

I didn't expect you to be this kind of king!

"This official's monthly tribute is no more than twenty taels of silver..." Fu Xiyuan moved closer to Qi Jingyu in grievance.

It was a little cold, but His Majesty's body was still warm.

Snow began to fall outside the window, and the first heavy snow of Qi Country arrived late.

Qi Jingyu hugged her in his arms and let out a satisfied sigh.

This heavy snow was inexplicably warm.

The next day, before dawn, Qi Jingyu had already woken up. Fu Xiyuan, who was in his arms, was even so obedient when he slept. The corner of Qi Jingyu's mouth curled up in a good mood.

After washing up in advance, Qi Jingyu went to deal with the government affairs.

He had to leave the palace at noon and arrive at Prince Ann's palace in the afternoon. The Hundred Day Feast was held on time at night. Even if Qi Jingyu wanted to stay in bed for a while longer to see Fu Xiyuan's sleeping face, he had to force himself to get up.

Therefore, until Fu Xiyuan woke up, Qi Jingyu was still busy at the dragon table. Fu Xiyuan was stunned for a moment. No matter how many times he saw this scene, he would sigh in his heart.

No wonder his father said to prioritize His Majesty.

Although His Majesty was very, very, very evil, it was undeniable that His Majesty was very concerned about the country and his people.

Decai quietly walked over from the side to let Fu Xiyuan go to breakfast. Fu Xiyuan muttered something in a low voice, but Decai did not hear it clearly. Just as he was about to ask, Fu Xiyuan had already left early.

Just as Fu Xiyuan left, Qi Jingyu raised his head and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

Decai did not hear it, he heard it.

What Fu Xiyuan said was, why did the change last night change so much? Tyrant.

After breakfast, Fu Xiyuan sped up and copied the history books that he had destroyed yesterday. Fortunately, he had the habit of copying twice, otherwise he would have died a thousand times over. He would have been so ashamed that he would have hit a pillar and died.

By the time Qi Jingyu finished marking the memorial, Fu Xiyuan had almost finished copying the history books. Therefore, Qi Jingyu ordered someone to call Imperial Consort Jin and brought the fragrance bag that Imperial Consort Jin had placed on the dragon table.

Fu Xiyuan watched silently. For the first time, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The sachet with the word 'Jin' was sewn by Imperial Consort Jin for His Majesty. Fu Xiyuan had seen it a long time ago.

But why did he feel so sad looking at it now...

Very quickly, Decai brought the guards to the carriage, where Imperial Consort Jin sat in a purple muslin. Qi Jingyu gave Fu Xiyuan a look, telling him to follow him into the carriage.

Fu Xiyuan resisted and didn't want to go up.

"If you don't come up, how will my beloved minister write a history book?" Qi Jingyu asked with a smile that was not a smile, causing Fu Xiyuan's heart to be extremely unhappy, as well as an inexplicable grievance. He pursed his lips and followed her into the carriage.

When Fu Xiyuan sat in the carriage, Qi Jingyu was already hugging Imperial Consort Jin and drinking and having fun. Fu Xiyuan did not say anything either. He held the pen and stared at the history books. He did not even raise his head or look at him.

Imperial Consort Jin glanced at Fu Xiyuan and gave Qi Jingyu a look. This time, Lord Fu must be unhappy because of His Majesty. Why is His Majesty still not coaxing him? In any case, there were no outsiders in the carriage.

Qi Jingyu did not move. He picked up the wine cup and downed it in one gulp.

The little historian was like a turtle. As soon as he got a little closer, he seemed to be on guard, and immediately retracted his little head that he had painstakingly stuck out. Originally, Qi Jingyu wanted to fight a long battle, but seeing that the young historian clearly admired him like this, Qi Jingyu could not hold it in any longer.

Was there anything that made him happier than someone who admired him?

No!

No!

Even after defeating the hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Turkic army, Qi Jingyu had never been so happy.

But now was not the time. He had to endure a little longer.

He wanted to force Fu Xiyuan out of his shell...

He had to force him out.

If he dawdled with Fu Xiyuan like this, he might be able to stall until Qi Zhijie grew up!

Seeing that Qi Jingyu did not speak, Imperial Consort Jin also shut her mouth resentfully.

Soon, they arrived at Prince Ann's Palace.

The carriage stopped and the young eunuch brought over a foot. Qi Jingyu led Fu Xiyuan and Imperial Consort Jin down and even helped her when she almost fell down.

Fu Xiyuan was unhappy.

Decai shouted, "Emperor!"

"Your humble subject / younger brother welcomes Your Majesty!"

The voice was earth-shattering, and the one leading the way was Prince Ann. This was not the first time Fu Xiyuan had heard this kind of uniform voice, but it was the first time he had seen such a shocking scene. On the contrary, Imperial Consort Jin did not mind at all. When she caught Fu Xiyuan's gaze, she even gave Fu Xiyuan a charming smile in a very shy manner.

Fu Xiyuan,... "" Jane, simply... He was simply shameless!

Then, Fu Xiyuan fiercely turned his head away, leaving Imperial Consort Jin with a face full of question marks.

Qi Jingyu almost laughed out loud. He put on a solemn expression, then said in a low voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, do not stand on ceremony. Today is the Hundred Day Banquet for my younger brother. Don't make a mistake."

Fu Xiyuan remained silent at the side.

He told people not to make a mistake, but he was not willing to say no before others bowed...

His Majesty was really too vile.

Then the ministers scattered in twos and threes. Qi Jingyu led Fu Xiyuan and Imperial Consort Jin in. The Hundred Days Feast was just a dinner for all of them, but after dinner they would sit around a table and put something on it for the boy to choose, to choose what he would become.

It was the will of the heavens.

After entering the main hall, Qi Jingyu sat on the main seat. Since Fu Xiyuan and Imperial Consort Jin were brought by the emperor, they could be considered servants. As attendants, they had no choice but to stand. Imperial Consort Jin massaged Qi Jingyu's shoulders from behind, while Fu Xiyuan remained silent on the other side. Prince Ann let his wife carry the child and said, "This is my brother's son. I will call him."

"Good name." Qi Jingyu said with a smile that was not a smile.

Of course it's a good name, then it's a good name. What do you want to take, come and take it. If you have a life, why wouldn't I give it to you?

"Yes."

After that, the two of them talked for a long time before they finished. Dinner was served.

It was a good dinner, but the others were not paying attention to it. The main event was finally coming.

After dinner, Prince Ann ordered people to put the two tables together and put them on the table. Everyone took out the small items they had on them, such as cloth, gold ingots, brushes, and so on. Qi Jingyu put a piece of cake on the table.

He originally wanted to give Fu Xiyuan some food on the way, but he didn't expect that the accident would not be able to catch up with the change.

The child who smelled the fragrance of the pastries headed straight for Qi Jingyu without saying a word. Qi Jingyu curled the corner of his lips and saw Prince Ann's instantly distorted face.