Imperial City

Time passed silently, and for two years, the emperor did not dislike him, but instead loved him more and more.

The one in the Shoukang Palace is old and has been ill recently, and has to lie on the couch for more than half of the day, and can't concentrate on working for the emperor's harem.

The latter went to Shoukang Palace every two or three days, because the Empress Dowager was afraid that she would pass on her illness to her grandson, and every time she greeted her, the grandparent and grandson were far apart.

Not to mention that the ancestors wanted to drive people away without saying a few words, but the emperor had no choice but to look and leave.

When we got back to Qianqing Palace, Yujia went through the outer hall, and through the red lacquer window a few feet away, we saw Wei Qi tiptoeing to reach the wooden box on the top of the Eight Treasures Pavilion in the inner room.

His arm was stretched very straight, but it was still a bit short, Wei Qi jumped to reach for it.

The emperor stopped, not knowing why he was so lazy, he would rather jump up and down to reach the thing on the top than move a few pieces.

Five feet in stature is considered slender, but relying on long arms and a long body will make you lose your axis, you're not stupid.

He watched helplessly as Wei Qi hooked the wooden box off, and when the thing fell, the idiot stretched his arms to catch it, and hit his forehead without paying attention.

Wei Qi held the box with one hand and rubbed his forehead, when a servant heard the sound and came to inquire, he showed a bit of embarrassment, thinking that he was not very stable just now.

Outside the window, the emperor sneered with his hands behind his back, and all the servants stood behind with their heads bowed, feeling uncomfortable.

Wei Qi turned his head and hurriedly put down his things and led someone out to pick him up.

The emperor originally planned to go straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but when he saw him coming out to meet him, he turned around and approached slowly.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone replied.

Wei Qi stood in front of him with his head down.

The emperor looked at his reddened forehead and said, "From now on, the trivial things like fetching things will be done by the subordinates."

"Hey." Wei Qi replied lowly.

In fact, I thought in my heart: I am the servant of the subordinate, why should I ask someone else for a little thing.

He has been really bored this year.

The emperor made a promise to trap him in the Shoukang Palace, and he really left him in the Qianqing Palace.

Except for a hunting companion, he has never been out again, and he is not even allowed to go to the imperial dining room.

It's not a bad job, I just lie down on the dragon couch every few days, and I'll be on duty for two or three hours during the day.

Wei Qi is going to be sick soon, restrained for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be bored, looking for some tricks to play with these trivial matters.

But the emperor didn't know, he just thought he was stupid and lazy.

That night Wei Qi remained in the Xinuang Pavilion as usual, but tonight he rarely slept before the emperor.

He didn't eat a few hours ago, he was really hungry, and now he was covering his stomach carefully to cover up the gurgling sound coming from there.

But the deeper the night, the quieter the Qianqing Palace became.

The emperor turned over and sat up helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

"The servants are here." The eunuch on duty at night responded respectfully, "What is your order, Your Majesty?"

"Go to the imperial dining room and pass on some hot desserts."

"Hey." A servant quietly left to run an errand.

Another servant left behind lit the oil lamp, and the warm light shone through layers of thin bed curtains into the spacious dragon couch.

In the half-light and half-darkness, Wei Qi got up with his elbows propped up, glanced at the emperor lightly, and said, "Thank you my lord."

The emperor just said: "It's a panic."

He looked at Wei Qi against the backdrop of the bright yellow silk quilt, the luxurious fabric was soft and shiny, making his skin white and translucent.

"The food in Qianqing Palace can't feed you enough?"

"Responding to your words, slave..." Wei Qi hesitated to speak, and finally said in a depressed voice: "This slave never had dinner."

The emperor frowned slightly, he didn't know that there was another set of rules for eunuchs serving the bed.

After so many times, Wei Qida fell asleep very early, and never got up at night, and he didn't notice anything wrong.

"Why don't you have dinner?" Guaidao looked weak when he returned to the night, clearly he was still alive and well during the day.

"The rules in the inner court... slaves are eunuchs... eunuchs, eunuchs, eunuchs are inconvenient." Wei Qi was a little embarrassed to say, such a defect, just revealing a corner is already embarrassing.

The emperor was still puzzled after hearing this. He didn't know what was inconvenient for the eunuch.

He used to think that the eunuchs in the palace were nothing more than taller women with rougher voices and no breasts.

However, after getting lucky with Wei Qi, he felt that the eunuch was just a man with something missing, except that his waist was flexible and his Adam's apple was not obvious, there was no difference.

The emperor wanted to ask one more question, but seeing Wei Qi's shameful appearance, the desolation and sadness hidden in his eyes, he subconsciously stopped talking.

Forget it, when Anxi is summoned tomorrow, you will know as soon as you ask.

In the Qianqing Palace, it is rare to send people to the imperial dining room late at night to pass on food.

The Holy One is diligent, even though he stays up late to read the scriptures often.

But because of self-defense, he never worked extravagantly for everyone in the imperial dining room.

Anxi has always prepared two or three porridges in advance, and then reheated them and presented them to the Holy Majesty when he needed them.

Somehow tonight, there was a rumor about eating food. Naturally, there are things, but they are rare.

The eunuch who was on guard at night asked His Majesty for instructions: "My Majesty, do you want to invite Lord An to come?"

The emperor said: "No need, just call a few people to serve, don't put up a big battle."

"Hey, the slave understands."

Not long after, the eunuchs serving meals in the imperial dining room carried food boxes to the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Holy Majesty, the food is ready, please show me, where do you want to have supper?"

Several eunuchs lighted oil lamps and drew the bed curtains.

The emperor looked at Wei Qi, saw that his clothes were disheveled, his long hair was loose, and he looked lazy and tired, so he said, "Put it here."

"Whoo."

Several servants lightly placed two small tables carved with dark black lotus flowers and leaves on the Arhat bed.

He took out seven or eight kinds of hot food from the food box.

The plate with lacquered gold and inlaid with jade contains several snacks such as long and exquisite chestnut marshmallows, pine nut crème fraiche, and a complete set of eight pieces in the largest plate box.

Two or three light red dates, yams and japonica rice porridge are served in red gold chiseled flower bowls, and finely cut hors d'oeuvres are neatly placed on the small plate next to it.

Everything was placed properly, and the emperor lightly kicked Wei Qi's calf under the silk quilt.

The latter slowly got up, sat down on the bed, and stood by the side with his head bowed, waiting.

Seeing that he was not moving, the emperor leaned on the couch and kicked his buttocks again.

For some reason, the Son of Heaven has always been a little itchy towards Wei Qi recently, and his behavior in private is a bit frivolous and not very dignified.

"What are you doing in a daze, dawdle, go eat yours."

"Ah?" Wei Qi looked at him with puzzled eyes: "Aren't you going to use it first?" He thought he had to serve the Holy Majesty before it was his turn.

"I'm not hungry, you eat by yourself."

"Hey, I thank the sage for your kindness." Wei Qi thanked him, the joy in his eyes was obvious, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with having supper in front of the emperor in Xinuang Pavilion in the middle of the night.

In fact, the emperor was too conniving, and he did not treat Wei Qi badly except for not giving up the Qianqing Palace.

And every time he leaves the palace, he must be accompanied by someone, and the rules are not strictly observed outside, and his behavior is lively and loose.

As early as when the things were delivered and smelled the fragrance, Wei Qi couldn't help but secretly glanced over there.

He was indeed very hungry, and there was a bit of genuine joy in the voice of thanking him at this moment.

The emperor lowered his head and straightened his flat cuffs, thinking: This little thing is always easy to coax when it comes to eating, and it's easy to get rid of.

Wei Qi buried his head in eating without making any sound, but the four or five cooking eunuchs standing beside him made him feel uncomfortable.

"Stay back, and clean up after a while," said the emperor.

"Hey, the servants are leaving."

There were only two of them left in the Xinuang Pavilion.

The emperor propped his arms behind his head, and leaned on the head of the couch to watch Wei Qi eat, his posture was very relaxed.

I was in a good mood after tossing around in the middle of the night.

The latter has bulging cheeks, like a hamster, and his cheeks are constantly moving.

"Drink porridge first." Ben's spleen and stomach were damaged a year ago, and he should give some liquid food first if he has been hungry for a long time.

Wei Qi looked distressed, hesitated for a while and said: "Hey." He fetched yam and lotus seed porridge and drank it slowly.

After a few glances, the emperor took out the military book under the square pillow and browsed leisurely.

After reading for nearly a cup of tea, he felt bored again, so he put the book aside and turned over to the bed to tease Wei Qi.

He walked slowly to Wei Qi with his hands behind his back.

The latter had already stopped to wait for orders.

"Is it delicious?" He looked at the two snacks that were almost empty in front of Wei Qi and asked.

Wei Qi nodded vigorously, because he was afraid that if he said it was not delicious, the emperor would blame the servants in the imperial dining room, so he praised it very wholeheartedly.

"It's very good to answer your words. The taste is sweet and soft."

"I'll try it."

Wei Qi was in trouble looking at the messy board.

The emperor kicked his foot, "I'll try to do something different."

"Whoo."

He got up and took another pair of ivory chopsticks, picked up two pastries that were still in good shape, put them into a small dish, and held them between his eyebrows to present to the emperor.

The latter sat safely where Wei Qi had been sitting, and had no intention of doing anything of his own.

There was no movement for a long time, Wei Qi raised his eyes.

After the two looked at each other silently for a moment, the latter lowered his eyes.

He gently placed the things on several surfaces, half knelt down, picked up some snacks with chopsticks, and brought them to the emperor's mouth.

Too intimate, Wei Qi's movements were awkward, but he still pretended to be calm, he knew that the Holy Majesty was going to play tricks on himself again.

The latter looked at him leisurely, stared at him leisurely, and opened his mouth to eat.

"That's right, here's another piece."

Wei Qi still held something and fed it to his lips.

It's just that this time the emperor took the snack and suddenly pulled him into his arms.

Wei Qi whispered, the ivory chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, the sound was very abrupt in the huge silent warm pavilion.

He stared blankly at the emperor, but dared not move to move away.

The latter hugged him tightly, leaned close to pry open his lips, pushed the contents of his mouth in, and then kissed deeply.

"Ugh..." It's...so disgusting!

No matter how disgusting he felt, Wei Qi still had no choice but to swallow the thing into his stomach.

His eyes were filled with mist, the emperor caressed his bright red and slightly swollen lips, and laughed in a low voice, "It's quite sweet."

Wei Qi was annoyed and ashamed, blushing, but finally he managed to make fun of him.