C5 Your Majesty Do Not Waste It

Then Fu Xiyuan quickly walked behind the screen. Without saying a word, he poured himself a few mouthfuls of water before hurriedly taking the history book and rushing back.

Qi Jingyu boredly poked the fish in his hand, and a piece of fish was pierced a thousand times. Seeing Fu Xiyuan coming over, he did not cover his mouth anymore, his expression calm. The youth's face still had a childish look to it, and with his slightly round face, Qi Jingyu found Fu Xiyuan more and more fun.

Soon enough, Fu Xiyuan arrived, and Qi Jingyu keenly saw Fu Xiyuan pause when he saw the fish in his bowl. Qi Jingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, then curled his lips, "Someone, bring the tables and chairs up."

It was not long before the table and chairs were set up opposite the king's. Of course, the king had arranged it so that he could see the amused expression on the young chronicler's face.

And then Fu Xiyuan was in a miserable situation. His head was still hidden in his arms, but he was facing the emperor. How could he have the guts to eat in front of the emperor? Besides, he still had to write down history!

The most miserable thing was...

He was really hungry!

Qi Jingyu narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, his long and narrow eyes slightly raised, "Decai, who made the dishes today? That's right, I like it very much. Give him a Jade Pixiu."

Decai replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's Chef Li." Which chef? There were only three chefs. A few days ago, you even killed one and Hugh went home to visit his family. Who else could it be? Weren't there only one chef these days?

Decai's many years of experience told him that the emperor was in a very bad state, but Decai did not know how to stop him, nor did he have the power to stop him.

From the corner of his eye, Qi Jingyu saw the young historian seriously and seriously pick up the brush and begin to brush away. He did not react to Qi Jingyu's series of movements at all, and could not help but feel a little bored. Before he could get rid of the dull thought, the young chronicler surreptitiously took out his cornbread and took another big bite, looking at him as he chewed carefully.

"Minister Fu, come, let's eat together." Qi Jingyu opened his mouth and smiled indifferently. In fact, Qi Jingyu had always felt that the little historian was looking at him, but the way the little historian was biting his head made him give up on the idea. After all, Fu Xiyuan did not know how to hide it, so it was very possible for him to stare at the dishes in front of him when he was hungry.

Fu Xiyuan seemed to have been shocked by Qi Jingyu's words. He held his head in his mouth and did not move, with a silly expression on his face, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this... No..."

Qi Jingyu could tell what Fu Xiyuan was thinking just by looking at his expression. He could even guess what Fu Xiyuan was going to say. What was wrong, what was wrong, Fu Xiyuan was a replica of Fu Shenghua!

"If I tell you to come and eat, then come and eat." Qi Jingyu said, "I never say it twice."

Fu Xiyuan shrank his neck. His Majesty was good-looking, but he was so fierce...

So Fu Xiyuan slowly moved to the side of the emperor. The maid had already bought a bowl. Fu Xiyuan looked at the bowl made of pure silver and was speechless. After a long time, he started to move the bowl in a daze.

Qi Jingyu was finally satisfied, but after a while, Qi Jingyu realized that Fu Xiyuan had only eaten the bamboo shoot in front of him, and in an instant, Qi Jingyu's expression became playful, "Minister Fu, but this food doesn't suit your taste?"

Fu Xiyuan was seriously fighting with the bamboo shoots. As expected of the food His Majesty ate, the taste was even better!

He was still eating happily, but when he heard Qi Jingyu's words, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head dumbly, "Your Majesty, it's very delicious."

"You don't want to eat here?" Qi Jingyu suddenly approached and looked at Fu Xiyuan thoughtfully, as if he had never met such a subject before. Being close to the Son of Heaven, one could clearly obtain a lot of benefits by approaching him, whether it was for him or for the Fu family. Qi Jingyu completely did not understand why Fu Xiyuan would avoid him like a snake or a scorpion...

"Your Majesty, I did not." Fu Xiyuan was shocked by the emperor and said somewhat stiffly.

Fu Xiyuan's breath hit Qi Jingyu's face, and Qi Jingyu felt an inexplicable heat in his chest...

"That is, you despise me?" Qi Jingyu calmed his heartbeat, and the smile on his face did not change, but for some reason, Fu Xiyuan felt a chill run down his spine, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head." Your Majesty, I did not either."

"Then what?" Qi Jingyu calmly waited for Fu Xiyuan to explain so that he would not be angry.

Fu Xiyuan held it in for a while, then finally said, "I can't finish it... It's too wasteful..."

Qi Jingyu was stunned for a moment. After living in the palace for so many years, of course he understood this principle. However, this was the first time someone had told him in front of him.

Qi Jingyu suddenly laughed, his eyes flashing with joy. He laughed, "If I remember correctly, Minister Fu is not more than fifteen this year? With so little to eat, how many wives and concubines does Minister Fu have in his family?"

Fu Xiyuan didn't really understand the emperor's question. From eating to age to eating, and in the end, to wives...

"At home... No." Fu Xiyuan's face was slightly red, but Qi Jingyu somehow saw a look of longing for love, Fu Xiyuan said very seriously, "My father and my mother were truly in love and united, happy and happy. My father also hopes that I can find a woman I truly like and spend the rest of my life with her."

A woman I truly love...

The corner of Qi Jingyu's mouth twitched, and for some reason, he lost interest in eating. The delicious dishes that he had just thought were delicious suddenly lost all attraction to him. "Eat."

Qi Jingyu gestured to Fu Xiyuan, who blankly stuffed the bamboo shoot into his mouth.

Halfway through the meal, a eunuch walked in from outside. After whispering a few words to Decai, Decai turned around and whispered, "Your Majesty, Prince Ann requests an audience."

"Oh?" Qi Jingyu raised the corner of his lips, and the smile on his lips became even brighter, "Royal brother is here? Xuan."

After a pause, Qi Jingyu continued, "Someone, call Imperial Consort Jin over."

Fu Xiyuan blankly stuffed food into his mouth. He was so full...

"Your Majesty, this subject... I can't eat anymore." Fu Xiyuan's mouth was still stuffed with rice. He felt that there was a mouthful of rice stuck in his throat. If he continued to eat, he would vomit!

Qi Jingyu had a thoughtful smile on his face, and only after hearing Fu Xiyuan's words did he casually glance in Fu Xiyuan's direction. Seeing that he was eating less than half of his appetite, he was a little stunned, "Eating so little?"

... Then why was his appetite so big?

Qi Jingyu lightly tugged the corner of his mouth, and the sound of footsteps echoed in his ears. Qi Jingyu raised his head, with a kind smile on his face, "You're here? Have you eaten? Sit down and eat."

Fu Xiyuan felt someone pull out the chair opposite him and sit down casually. He picked up the crucible and started to eat.