"Eat, Your Majesty."
Zhao Yunqi personally appeared in front of Tang Yu with porridge and side dishes. The little etiquette between the monarch and his subjects that had been barely maintained before was now completely thrown out of the window, with only the title "Your Majesty" still not completely omitted.
He put the food on the stone table and did not persuade Tang Yu as before. Instead, he sat aside and flipped through the letters, acting as if to say "It's up to you to eat or not."
Tang Yu: “…”
Hey, no, brother, you don’t even want to pretend anymore?
Although Zhao Yuanqi looked indifferent on the surface, he still glanced at Tang Yu secretly. Seeing Tang Yu pondering for a while and then struggling to reach for the bowl of porridge, the anger in his heart that was difficult to vent actually subsided a little.
Just now, his subordinates sent a message saying that Huo Cenji couldn't find their whereabouts, but he didn't know where he got the news from, but he actually led people to surround his father's residence.
But he had clearly passed the message to his father, telling him to just hide himself first and not worry about anything else.
But having said that, the facts are now before him, and he has to accept the fact that his father has fallen into Huo Cenji's hands.
If Huo Cenji was a decent man, he would not have used the death penalty against his father. At most, he would have just locked him up. After all—
The little emperor is still in his hands.
Although he still didn't know how much Huo Cenji hated the little emperor, the friendship between them would surely not be completely wiped out, so Huo Cenji would be more or less cautious.
But this was just his guess. After all, he was not Huo Cenji, and it was difficult for him to guess what Huo Cenji was thinking.
Just like before, the news that the little emperor was ungrateful and had tried to kill Huo Cenji many times spread throughout the world, but didn't Huo Cenji still not touch Tang Yu at all?
Even when he led people to rob the little emperor, the little emperor stood up from the comfortable dragon bed, and his face actually became a little rosy.
But he is not Huo Cenji, and he can't find those tonic things for the little emperor to take, so the little emperor will just have to make do with it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanqi didn't know what kind of contrast arose in his mind, and a vague sense of pleasure emerged.
It seemed as if Huo Cenji could empathize with Tang Yu's torture.
So he put down the letter and looked at Tang Yu who was leaning against the head of the bed with a bit of evil taste in his eyes.
Tang Yu was dressed in a sky-blue robe, most of his body hidden under a pale yellow brocade quilt. Though the garment was made of ordinary material, it still evoked a certain elegance on Tang Yu. He frowned as he picked up the bowl of porridge, then took a sip and set it down.
Not tasty.
Don't want to eat.
Tang Yu slid down sickly, and finally simply crawled into the bed and lay down with his eyes closed.
No taste at all.
He suddenly missed the abalone porridge, green rice porridge and bird's nest porridge in the palace.
Well, he admitted that he had deliberately refused to eat the meal that Zhao Yuanqi had sent.
But between starving to death and maintaining one's integrity, the former is more important.
So, just eat the porridge, the most important thing is to drink a few mouthfuls to fill your stomach. But he didn't expect -
The food here is so disgusting.
Tang Yu would rather starve at this time.
Moreover, he did not fail to notice Zhao Yuanqi's burning gaze, which was clearly stuck on him, as if he could stare a hole in him.
Oh, what a bad taste! Is it really fun to watch people eat disgusting things?
Tang Yu slowly shrank into the quilt, leaving only a graceful back view to Zhao Yuanqi.
Zhao Yuanqi narrowed his eyes and threatened: "Your Majesty, don't you know that there is a saying among the people—"
“Care for clothes and you will have clothes, care for food and you will have food?”
The threat in those words was not hidden at all. Wasn't it just telling him that if he didn't cherish this meal, he wouldn't have the next one?
Oh.
He doesn't think this can really threaten him, right?
To be honest, the system fell silent upon seeing this, because after the host said that sentence in his heart, he silently crawled out from under the quilt, picked up the bowl of porridge, and continued to swallow it in small sips with a frown.
Be able to take it and put it down!
The system searched the language library and finally found a compliment that matched the host.
There's no other way. My body has been through a lot recently and I'm already feeling a little uncomfortable. If I force myself to go hungry, wouldn't I be courting death?
That is definitely impossible.
Besides, Huo Cenji hasn’t found him yet.
To be honest, based on Tang Yu's recent personal experience of sleeping on these unfamiliar beds, he truly felt how happy it was to sleep with Huo Cenji in his arms that night.
Perhaps it was because Huo Cenji had been practicing martial arts for many years, his body felt slightly hot at night. For Tang Yu, this was like a small movable stove, and he wished he could wrap his hands and feet around it.
Ahem...Okay, he did pester me like that that night.
Come to think of it, I really miss it.
Tang Yu finally finished the bowl of porridge with a sigh of regret. He then stretched out half his body to put the bowl on the table. However, perhaps because he was too full, his waist and abdomen were weak. As a result, Tang Yu's body center of gravity shifted forward involuntarily, and he was about to fall to the ground with the bowl.
Zhao Yuanqi, who was watching this scene, had some shock in his eyes, but his body moved faster than his mind, so when Tang Yu was about to fall, he subconsciously moved forward to catch Tang Yu.
However, Zhao Yunqi probably overestimated his ability. Before his outstretched hands even touched Tang Yu, Tang Yu rolled down with the bowl.
Fortunately, Tang Yu was quick-witted and pulled the quilt down to use as a cushion under his body, otherwise he would have really fallen to the ground.
Fortunately, the bed was not very high from the ground, so Tang Yu only felt a shock, and when he came to his senses, he was already underground.
Tang Yu sighed, then said to Zhao Yuanqi who was standing there in a daze:
"Help me."
He probably hit his knee, so he was a little weak and couldn't get up on his own.
"Oh..." Zhao Yuanqi probably didn't react in time, and didn't even have time to say a word of ridicule before he helped Tang Yu up.
However, Tang Yu kept the code of male ethics in mind, so he only helped Zhao Yuanqi in a perfunctory manner and did not have any substantial contact.
Although it was a bit strenuous and awkward to pull his sleeves, it was generally within his acceptable range.
Tang Yu finally returned to his bed with an expressionless face, lowering his head and lost in thought. He really couldn't understand why he would throw himself off the bed just to put down a broken bowl.
Even if we take a step back, does he really have to drink that bowl of porridge?
Why.
Tang Yu sighed quietly in his heart, and suddenly missed the days when he was under house arrest by Huo Cenji.
Before, the young attendant always felt that he was suffering, but in fact, he really should let the young attendant see what kind of life he is living now -
Living in an underground palace without sunlight, he could only fill his stomach with a bowl of porridge and two plates of pickles.
It's pretty good, really.
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