After falling in love with the emperor at first sight, I became the queen

An Qi waited for a long time before Emperor Xuan'an came back, he didn't dare to walk around in the room, he just sat on a small stool and looked at the door.His appearance was quite well-behaved, Su Baiying looked at him and advised him to sit on the soft couch beside him, but he refused, waving his hand and refusing.

He had no choice but to guard Su Baiying by the door.

Hearing the voice greeting the emperor from the door, An Qi suddenly became very nervous. He rubbed himself up from the small stool, but he didn't expect to use too much force all of a sudden, his head was a little congested/bloody, and he was about to fall to the ground in a daze.

As soon as Emperor Xuan'an entered the door, he saw the clumsy and funny little guy in the room fall to the ground, with a bang, his knees touched the ground tightly, An Qi's face suddenly wrinkled.

"Little guy, why do you perform such a great ceremony?" Emperor Xuan'an teased him, squatting down to help him up.

An Qi looked up at him, his eyes were filled with tears because of the pain, but the tears didn't fall for a long time, rolling in the eye sockets, he looked very pitiful.He tried to stand up with the strength of Emperor Xuan'an, but there was another dull pain in his knees. It wasn't that he was being hypocritical, it was a habitual problem he had since he was a child. He would cry, not because he wanted to cry, but he couldn't help it even if he wanted to.

Emperor Xuan'an supported him, seeing that he was in such pain, he hugged him horizontally and called Su Baiying to pass on the imperial physician.

An Qi was hugged and sat on Emperor Xuan'an's lap, and only belatedly remembered to salute and call His Majesty, but it was not easy for him to salute while being hugged by his waist, the emperor didn't seem to take it seriously, He simply didn't mention it.

But... the knee really hurts.

"If you don't have a soft couch, what are you doing sitting on that little stool?" Emperor Xuan'an sounded like he was reproaching, and he sounded a little serious.

An Qi answered him honestly: "The status of grassroots people is low, and they can't sit on the couch."

Emperor Xuan'an wiped away his tears with his hand, and said: "The dragon bed is already asleep, so I dare not sit on a soft couch."

That's different, obviously you forced me to sleep!An Qi couldn't speak anymore, he didn't dare to speak again, and looked rather depressed with his head down.

The imperial doctor came only yesterday, unexpectedly came again today, and bowed and knelt down when seeing the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I need to take a look at the young master's wound." The imperial physician heard that someone bumped into something, so he said this.

The emperor held An Qi's hands tightly, clicked his tongue, and raised his trouser legs up.

The emperor's inner garments were all made of silk, and with a light flick, the slender and lovely calf, which was as white as jade, was revealed.

An Qi was held by Emperor Xuan'an by his ankle, and the temperature in that hand was almost scalding him. He wanted to reach out to stop him, but he didn't dare, so he could only watch Emperor Xuan'an lift up his trouser legs little by little with a blushing face, his eyes were blank. There is nowhere to hide.

"Your Majesty..." An Qi finally couldn't bear it, and called out to him in a hoarse voice when Emperor Xuan'an raised his hand to lightly touch his bruised wound.

Emperor Xuan'an looked at him sideways, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see the emotion in it, but that hand was hot, as if it was going to leave a burn on his skin.He only took one look, then reached out and put An Qi's head into his arms, then said to the imperial physician in a deep voice: "Be careful, don't make him hurt."

"Yes, minister Zunzhi—" The imperial doctor was sweating, and he could only answer in agreement.

An Qi was taken aback when he heard Emperor Xuan'an's words. Since he was a child, only the nanny cared about his pain, but the nanny only cared about him as a master, and she was unwilling to get closer. Emperor Xuan'an's words suddenly called him His heart trembled, a sense of bitterness overflowed in his heart, his eyes began to feel sore, he blinked, and secretly dropped a few golden beans with his head buried on Emperor Xuan'an's body, no one knew.

The imperial doctor finished looking at the wound, and replied: "Your Majesty, this is due to your physique, and your skin is delicate, and every little touch or bump on a daily basis will make him bruise, so you can only take ointment and keep it ready at all times."

"So delicate? Is there any other way?" Emperor Xuan'an looked at the bruise with dissatisfaction, and frowned.

An Qi grabbed Emperor Xuan'an's clothes, and was a little at a loss, thinking that he had caused trouble.

Emperor Xuan'an patted his head comfortingly, and told him to stay after listening to the imperial physician.

After the imperial doctor left, only An Qi and Emperor Xuan'an were left in the dormitory. The surroundings were quiet. An Qi showed his head embarrassingly, looked at the ointment on the small table, and then looked down at his knee—there was bruises there. It was a ball, and the center was still bloodshot, but fortunately there was no break.

An Qi looked at the wound and felt that his knees hurt even more. Before he could speak, he was picked up again, and his buttocks fell on the soft couch. Emperor Xuan'an held his calf and raised it up a bit, standing facing him .

"His Majesty?"