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

He understands the truth, but he feels extremely uncomfortable in his heart. Emperor Xuan'an noticed that discomfort, raised his head with his chin pinched, and asked, "What's wrong? Still hurting?"

An Qi shook his head, reached out to hug his arm, and fell into his arms with a look of attachment.

Naturally, Emperor Xuan'an couldn't let go of An Qi who came to his door, and just as he was about to kiss, Su Baiying's voice came from outside, telling them that the food was ready.

Emperor Xuan'an still kissed him, and immediately let go, "Let's go, do you want me to carry you?"

An Qi refused, took his hand and followed him out.

He was fed a bowl of herbal soup for dinner. Although it tastes good, he can't drink a bowl every day, isn't he tired?

An Qi didn't dare to mention it, so he finished the soup obediently, and heard Su Baiying laughing from the side: "Young master, I have gained a little weight recently."

"Really?" Emperor Xuan'an looked at An Qi suspiciously, then went to pinch his face again, and said, "It's best to be white and fat." You can eat it after a while.

An Qi also pinched his own face, and as expected, he felt some thin soft flesh - he actually gained weight! ! !

Did it grow taller?

He stood up, but there was nothing to compare with. He looked around and saw that Emperor Xuan'an didn't move - he remembered that he was only a head shorter than Emperor Xuan'an before, so... what about now?

Emperor Xuan'an didn't intend to get up when he watched him, and looked at what he was going to do jokingly.

An Qi walked in front of him, pondered for a while, and waited until the people around him had almost retreated before taking action.

He directly straddled Emperor Xuan'an's lap—Emperor Xuan'an had been hugging him before, and it wasn't that he wanted to hug him, but Emperor Xuan'an hugged him around like a child.

He remembered that he was so much shorter than him when he was hugged before...

An Qi made a hand gesture and jumped to the ground happily under the suspicious gaze of Emperor Xuan'an: "Your Majesty, I have grown taller!"

Only then did Emperor Xuan'an know what he was comparing, he looked at him helplessly, and said with a smile: "If you really only gain weight but not height, you will cry." At that time, it will be a small fat ball, maybe a poke about to cry.

An Qi was very happy. In the evening, Emperor Xuan'an took the documents and processed them in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and he practiced calligraphy on the small desk beside him.

He said he would write the words left by Mr. Wu in the afternoon, but after going through that kind of thing in the afternoon, not to mention that the two parties were in the same room, how could An Qi have the heart to practice calligraphy?

He persisted in writing and drawing on the paper, and he didn't know what he wrote in the end. From time to time, his eyes would look in the direction of Emperor Xuan'an, afraid of being seen, so he looked at it from the corner of his eye every time.

As the night darkened, thoughts began to wander in my mind.

It is true that Emperor Xuan'an is really handsome, with sharp edges and corners without losing majesty. Perhaps he has led soldiers on the battlefield, and he has a decisive temperament about him. He was fierce, he still remembers the matter that Emperor Xuan'an forced him to drink medicine.

Your Majesty is so handsome, why did he refuse to establish a concubine for so long?I thought it was because he had a hidden disease, but when I saw it today, it was all a joke. Where did the hidden disease come from?Obviously it's good.

Then why not make a concubine?

"If you don't write seriously, I'll ask Mr. to make your homework harder. Anyway, you'll be too idle all day long." When Emperor Xuan'an said this, he didn't look at him, and his tone was calm, and it didn't seem like he was joking. , An Qi immediately got serious.

But as soon as I got serious, I felt that my handwriting became uglier and uglier, crooked, like a bug.

He wrote for a while, and when he stopped, he saw Emperor Xuan'an leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, so he took a pen and paper and stood by the desk to read the words written by Emperor Xuan'an.

Knowing that he was next to him, Emperor Xuan'an closed his eyes and ignored him, waited for a while without any movement, finally opened his eyes, and saw An Qi standing on his right side, writing stroke by stroke according to his handwriting.

What An Qi didn't know was that Emperor Xuan'an wrote all imperial court memorials, and others couldn't read them. Although he couldn't recognize all the words, he read them as soon as he read them. The rules were there. Emperor Xuan'an took his hand and pulled him to by myself.

Frowning, he was about to say something, but saw An Qi showing him the handwriting he had just written on the table with a happy face: "Look, Your Majesty, I wrote it according to your handwriting, does it look like it?"

Emperor Xuan'an looked at the ink-soaked area on the thin paper, and then at the smile on An Qi's face, the concern just now disappeared in an instant, and only An Qi could be seen in his eyes.

He smiled, and there was a meaning in his eyes - it was not true.

Although he didn't speak, An Qi could understand what he meant, immediately pursed his lips in displeasure, looked carefully at the two characters, and murmured: "I think they look alike..."

"Why do you want to copy my handwriting? I can't bear to write too ugly?" Emperor Xuan'an hugged him and joked.

An Qi didn't deny him, but said: "Your Majesty's handwriting and Mr.'s handwriting are both good-looking. I want to try to write both, and I want to know whose handwriting is better." Then just write according to his handwriting in the future. .

Emperor Xuan'an asked something else: "They all look good? Then whose one is better?"

When he asked this question, there was nothing wrong with his tone, so An Qi answered casually: "Sir..."

It was quiet for a moment.

An Qi also sensed that something was wrong, and was about to say something to remedy it, when he heard Emperor Xuan'an raise his voice and said: "It turns out that Yun Wuxu's words are more beautiful in your eyes, it seems that after spending a few days with him, he is more familiar than me. "As he said, he let go of the hand that clasped his waist.

An Qi hurriedly said: "No, it's not... Your Majesty's handwriting is naturally the prettiest, but I can't write that grandiose handwriting. Mr. Yun's handwriting is petty, so I can learn it faster."

After he finished speaking, he went to look at Emperor Xuan'an's face, and seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately took his palm and put it on his waist again, and said: "Your Majesty, don't be angry, An Qi will learn to write your handwriting from now on, Yun Mister's handwriting is not pretty at all, really!"

Emperor Xuan'an looked at the paper, turned his gaze back to his face, and let him go: "I'm just kidding you, I'm not angry."

An Qi leaned against him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Emperor Xuan'an turned him around again, leaning against him with his back, holding his hand and teaching him to write stroke by stroke.

An Qi whispered: "Did Your Majesty teach Princess Xinyang this way?"

Emperor Xuan'an laughed, and the voice rang in his ears: "She is smarter than you in Xinyang, she won't be unable to write and ask me to teach you."

An Qi didn't answer immediately after hearing this, it took a while for Emperor Xuan'an to hear him groan in frustration.

"However." Emperor Xuan'an turned his face and kissed An Qi, and said, "You are not stupid, little darling, and you know how to say nice things to make me happy."

An Qi blushed again, and couldn't help using force with his hands, leaving a cloud of ink on the paper.

He didn't coax.