The Elegant Dancing Years By Huo Li (火狸) | BL

Chapter 8 | Jealousy

"How do you feel today?" Qi Xutian leaned back on the chair and read the memorials by casually flipping through the urgent items sent by the courtiers, his hand moved like flowing water as he replied swiftly. Noticing his smooth and relaxed posture, Qi Mingyue couldn't help but wonder whether he was looking at "urgent items" that Liu Yi sent him, or a lady in the palace who lost her golden hairpin wanted to ask him another trivial thing.

"It's been more than two months and the wound has healed." Qi Mingyue continued to write carefully while holding the brush.

Qi Xutian tossed the brush aside and asked Liu Yi to come in and take out the approved memorials. "What are you writing?"

"Military strategies." Cang He's characters were somewhat similar to what he was familiar with, but they were also different. They were similar to the traditional Chinese characters he knew of but a little simpler. It wasn't difficult to understand, but the writing aspect left him with a headache.

"Oh? What's the use of copying military strategies?" Qi Xutian walked down from the throne in the Imperial Study Room, bowed his head and asked with a soft smile in Qi Mingyue's ear, "Does MingEr want to fight at such a young age? I can't bear it."

His warm breath fanned on his ear and made Qi Mingyue pause writing, his hold on the brush tightened. He raised his head and said the person next to him, "To practice writing."

As long as his father did not pester him, he would be able to write better. Frowning at the writing on the paper, he asked helplessly, "Father Emperor seems to be very free. Have you finished reading all the memorials?"

Qi Xutian stood up and waved his hand in dismissal, "Why should those small things be read one by one? If all those were done by me, what's the use of those people?"

After that, he asked Liu Yi to move out the remaining pile, "Let them find a way for themselves, then I'll see how they understand and find satisfactory solutions. There is no place for useless people in court."

"Yes." Liu Yi retreated from the room, knowing that some people were going to be unlucky.

In the quiet Imperial Study Room, the light aroma of sandalwood wafted from the censer. Qi Xutian approached Qi Mingyue with the incense fume, bent over and pulled the hair away from his forehead, and examined the wound carefully, "Well, it's really faint. There shouldn't be any traces in a few days. Bai Fu's effect is really good."

"Father Emperor..." Qi Mingyue reluctantly put down the brush, "If you are too idle, it's better to go to the harem. Those consorts and male concubines would be very happy to see you."

"It's okay to go there for pastime when bored. Since MingEr is here with me, how can I feel bored?" Qi Xutian took him in his arms and sat down. He kissed his injured forehead, and asked, "Are you used to living in Xuantian Palace now? "

"If Father didn't hold me so tightly while sleeping, I would be more used to it." Since he began living in the Xuantian Palace, Qi Xutian asked him to sleep together. Hong Qiu and Ying Ran also followed him and held full-time responsibility for his daily chores.

Qi Xutian lowered his head to meet his forehead. At this time, the distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath. When these two people, one big and the other small, looked at the emotion in each other's eyes, they felt shocked.

Qi Xutian's felt complicated and spoke, "Sometimes I feel really worried that MingEr would disappear when I wake up. You have always wanted to leave the palace, isn't that right? And leave me?"

Qi Mingyue's eyes widened, then slowly closed them. He didn't know why this man could see through his thoughts that he hadn't even started planning yet, "Father Emperor... " For the first time, he felt it was difficult to call these two words, "were my thoughts so obvious? "