Chapter 217： Your Majesty, please respect yourself (22)

Fu Yue put the picture book in her hand aside, bent her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to hold Yan Qi's hand, and then took a handkerchief, wiped his palms, and laughed: "How come you come in through the window? The outside is dirty..."

Yan pursed his lips at the age of three, "You despise me."

Fu Yue: "...Do you believe me or not I will blow you out?"

Yan Qi: "Unhappy, hug."

The beautiful Xueyi Emperor tilted his head, then opened his arms towards Fu Yue, smiling softly.

Fu Yue was almost used to Yan Qi's skinless and faceless look.

She ignored him.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Yue stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Qi's sleeve, opened her lips and asked: "The Queen Mother has passed away, why don't you seem so sad?"

Yan Qi said indifferently: "The Queen Mother is not my biological mother. She is the successor of the first emperor. My mother has passed away a long time ago. She is the original wife of the first emperor. The Queen Mother and I only have a nominal relationship between mother and child."

Fu Yue nodded thoughtfully.

Then he asked: "Then you and Yanci are not brothers of the same mother? I remember he seems to be the queen mother..."

The beautiful emperor squinted his narrow eyes, then twitched the corners of his lips, "Yu'er cares about him, knowing that he is the queen mother, but I don't know that I am not."

This is yin and yang weird.

Fu Yue listened to the sudden forehead, and then smiled without a smile: "Yan Qi, are you looking for something?"

"You are ashamed to say?"

"Who accused me of marrying him?"

Yan Qi turned her face to the side, pursed her thin lips, and ignored her.

Fu Yue: "..."

She stretched out her hand to hold Yan Qi's cheek, pulled his face back, and then stretched out her hand and pinched it again. The touch was good, silky like milk, and the skin was better than a woman's.

"Don't pretend to be dead, just say it!"

His face was held.

The emperor's dark eyes paused for a moment, and he was a little surprised.

"Well, my fault."

He admitted his mistake quickly.

Reaching out to clasp the woman's slender waist and hugging her in her arms, Yan Qi gently leaned her chin on Fu Yue's shoulder, softly speaking.

"I want to sleep with you today, okay?"

Fu Yue was shocked by the shame of this man.

She pretended to think for a while, and then shook her head, pretending to say deeply, "Yan Xiaoqi, I don't think it's okay."

Yan Qi raised her eyebrows, a little weird.

"What do you call me?"

Fu Yue held his face, and then kissed his chin, "Yan Xiaoqi, I think this name is very cute and suitable for you."

The beautiful emperor was a little helpless, pursing cherry-red lips, "You...Forget it, just call it."

He seemed to have a good temper.

Fu Yue smiled, and went up in a bear hug.

At last.

Yan Qi stayed sternly.

Sitting on the soft couch, he glanced at the drawing book on the side, then stretched out his hand to take a step, looked around casually, and asked faintly: "What is this?"

Then he saw something.

"Two or three things the emperor and general have to say", "The Prime Minister is my little wife", "The Cold Wife of the Overbearing Lord"... etc.

Yan Qi's red lips twitched.

"...Yu'er, I think you should read less books with no meaning."

Fu Yue glared at him, then snatched these painting books, "I didn't let you see them again."

A small picture book fell from it and fell to the ground.

Yan Qi reached down and picked it up.

After a low-eye glance, he froze his fair and beautiful face.