Chapter 39: The Tyrant Can't Eat Spicy Food

Ruyi looked up and saw the emperor's gloomy expression. She was so scared that she didn't know whether to swallow or spit out the wine in her mouth.

Mo Cangyan waved his hand coldly, signaling her to leave.

Ruyi glanced at the empress who was enjoying the feast with concern, gave her a look that told her to wish her the best, and stood up and walked out with a hunched back.

Feng Xiyao raised her head again, and found that the person opposite her had already run away. She called out Ruyi in confusion, turned her head and looked behind her, only to meet Mo Cangyan's sinister gaze.

She looked confused: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Mo Cangyan walked over, glanced at the mess on the table, and frowned in disgust.

Feng Xiyao remembered that the tyrant had never eaten hot pot, so she greeted him happily: "Your Majesty, you are in for a treat today. Come sit down and eat with us. It's delicious!"

As she spoke, she quickly picked up a piece of meat from the pot with chopsticks, rinsed it in her own bowl, and then handed it to Mo Cangyan with expectant eyes.

"Try it. I guarantee it's delicious. You may never want to eat anything else after you try it!"

Mo Cangyan frowned. Seeing her holding a piece of meat dripping with oil near his mouth, the disgust in his eyes almost burst out.

He pushed Feng Xiyao's hand away: "No, I've already eaten!"

As he spoke, his eyes subconsciously moved to her exposed snow-capped peaks, and somehow his body suddenly felt hot.

Feng Xiyao didn't notice the man's gaze, and even moved a little closer, mocking him: "No way, Your Majesty, you are not afraid to eat it, right?"

"How could I be afraid..."

Feng Xiyao was just waiting for these words, and as soon as she finished speaking, she stuffed the thing into Mo Cangyan's mouth, and then watched the tyrant's expression change from resistance to surprise!

“Hehehe, it’s delicious, right? I made the seasoning myself!” Feng Xiyao thought that Mo Cangyan was shocked by how delicious it was, and he smiled with pride.

“Cough cough cough!”

Before she could be happy for a while, she heard Mo Cangyan coughing violently, which scared her soberly!

The tyrant's face was flushed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he looked very uncomfortable.

[Oh no, the tyrant can’t eat spicy food! ]

Seeing this, she hurriedly picked up the wine glass on the table and fed it to Mo Cangyan, then raised her hand and gently patted his back.

"Your Majesty, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you couldn't eat spicy food!"

Mo Cangyan followed Feng Xiyao's hand and drank the wine in the cup. The spicy taste made his throat hurt. He pushed her hand away and asked with gritted teeth: "There is wine in this cup!!"

Feng Xiyao's eyes widened, and then hurriedly admitted his mistake: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it!"

…

After a big fight, Feng Xiyao knelt on the ground obediently, waiting for Mo Cangyan's punishment.

Mo Cangyan drank several pots of tea before he could suppress the spicy taste in his mouth. His originally rosy lips became even redder, and with his charming and handsome face, he looked like a charming fox!

“…”

Feng Xiyao swallowed when he saw this.

[Oh my god, Tyrant, you are so beautiful! ]

Mo Cangyan heard her thoughts and picked up the teacup on the table and took another sip. Thinking that he still needed her and couldn't kill her, he endured for a long time before speaking in a deep voice.

"Get up, don't make any exceptions!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Feng Xiyao stood up happily.

Mo Cangyan raised his eyes and met her sparkling eyes, then looked down and saw that her originally neat queen dress was still loose.

Because of their height, Mo Cangyan could see her entire body just by lowering his eyes.

His eyes moved involuntarily to her fair neck, then to her exquisite collarbone, and then to her round and tall snow-capped peaks. A touch of red on the peaks made him subconsciously shift his gaze.

Seeing that Mo Cangyan's expression looked a little strange, Feng Xiyao pursed her lips.

[Is the tyrant stupid? ]

Upon hearing this, Mo Cangyan threw the belt that she had just thrown away at her.

"Feng Xiyao, as the queen, you should pay attention to your clothes and not do such a shameful thing!"

Feng Xiyao thought the tyrant was angry because she had given him chili peppers, so she took the belt and tied it on him casually.

Seeing that her clothes were still baggy, Mo Cangyan felt angry for no reason and finally got up and left.

"Pack up properly and leave the palace with me in three days!"

After he finished speaking, he left without waiting for Feng Xiyao to speak.

Feng Xiyao frowned unhappily: "..."

Three days later.

Feng Xiyao followed Mo Cangyan's instructions and came outside the palace. As soon as she left the palace, she saw Qin Fang who had been waiting for a long time.

"My queen!"

Qin Fang saluted her.

"Where's Mo Cangyan?"

"My lady, follow me!"

Behind the palace gate, Kong Xueer watched Qin Fang take Feng Xiyao away, wondering what they were going to do.

In order to find something to hold against Feng Xiyao, she secretly called the helper her father had found for her in the palace.

"You go follow them!"

…

Qin Fang brought her to the inn where Mo Cangyan lived. When Feng Xiyao opened the door, she saw the tall and straight man sitting in front of the desk.

Today, Mo Cangyan was not wearing embroidered clothes like in the past, but a simple gray cloth with no bright spots.

But even such simple and crude clothes did not suppress Mo Cangyan's nobility when worn. Instead, they elevated the clothes to several levels.

Feng Xiyao looked at him dressed like this and laughed mercilessly: "Hahaha, Your Majesty, what are you trying to do?"

Mo Cangyan didn't understand what she was saying, so he put down the pen and ink in his hand, raised his eyes and said lightly.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you would go and see it in person?"

"So, you're going to wear this?"

Feng Xiyao frowned in disgust: "Your Majesty, it will be easy to find out that you are pretending like this!"

Mo Cangyan was puzzled: "Why?"

Feng Xiyao walked over, lifted his chin and took a look. His face was flushed, and one could tell he was extremely dignified just by looking at his face, not to mention his temperament.

"Feng Xiyao, what are you going to do?"

It was the first time that Mo Cangyan was treated like this by someone, and he looked down upon her in displeasure.

"Don't say anything. Let me see if I can hide your nobleness!"

Having said this, she suddenly thought of an idea. She took out the rouge from her pocket, picked up the powder cake, and painted his originally rosy and shiny lips into a somewhat pale look.

After doing this, the overall look is much more harmonious.

But as he looked at it, Feng Xiyao still felt something was strange and his eyes fell on his cloth clothes.

"Your Majesty, in order to protect your identity, I have no choice but to be rude!"

After she finished speaking, she tore a hole in the already thin sleeve.

“…”

Mo Cangyan stared blankly at the clothes that revealed a large area of ​​his arm, and the veins on his forehead bulged with anger.

Before he could speak, Feng Xiyao gestured to Qin Fang: "Sir Qin, do you think the emperor looks more like a child from a poor family now?"

Qin Fang saw that the emperor's originally rosy face was covered and a little pale, which made him look like a hungry scholar. Coupled with the torn clothes, it seemed a little strange, but still quite reasonable.

Qin Fang didn't dare to look at Mo Cangyan, but just nodded.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is not kidding. You look more like a poor scholar than a scholar!"

Mo Cangyan looked at him with disdain: "Feng Xiyao, not all poor children should be so hungry. You are being too deliberate!"

Feng Xiyao put away her things and curled her lips in disdain.

"Mo Cangyan, you were born an emperor, how do you know what it feels like to not have enough food to eat? Do you think that since you eat all kinds of delicacies every day, the food that the common people eat won't be much worse?"