Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Just when they were mortally wounded in the fight, the first emperor passed away.

The Prime Minister held an imperial edict, announcing that the original owner would inherit the throne.

Everyone is confused.

The original owner received the last emperor's edict in a dazed head, and ascended the throne in a daze.

No one thought that the seventeenth prince, who had always been neither contending nor grabbing, and had almost no sense of presence, would finally sit in the position of the Ninth Five-Year Lord.

In fact, these are just a move by the ambitious prime minister.

In order to ascend to the throne in a legitimate way, the prime minister chose to pick a weak prince as the puppet emperor, paving the way for him to seek power and usurp the throne.

Obviously, the Prime Minister succeeded.

Although the original owner is respected as the emperor, he has no real power in his hands, eating, drinking and having fun all day long.

The innocent and harmless original owner naturally couldn't see the prime minister's plan, and even regarded the prime minister as his backbone. In the court, he always sought the prime minister's opinion and had no own opinions.

When the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were won over by the prime minister, the little emperor, the original owner, could be regarded as having made it.

The fate of the original owner was very miserable.

The country is ruined and the family is dead, and the head is in a different place.

The timeline that Feng Qian is in now is that the little emperor has just ascended the throne for half a year.

The God of War, Lord Zhenbei, returned from a great victory against foreign enemies. The little emperor specially hosted a banquet today to celebrate him.

[Ding Dong~Sub-question: Prevent the Prime Minister from seeking power and usurping the throne. 】

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, the little emperor in the bronze mirror had delicate features, red lips and white teeth, very pretty.

Three thousand Mosi were coiled above the head.

Fu Shu, the maid of honor, is putting on a crown for Feng Qian. The glazed beads on the crown are woven into a crown curtain, which will jingle when shaken slightly, and the sound is clear and sweet, which is very pleasant to hear.

Fu Shu retreated to the side, and said in a respectful voice, "Your Majesty, Fu Shu will change your clothes for you."

The little emperor blinked, gave a faint "hmm", and slowly got up from the soft seat.

Feng Qian slowly opened his arms.

Fu Shu took the gorgeous and exquisite dragon robe on the gilded tray, and carefully dressed it for the little emperor.

Feng Qian glanced at the other party lightly.

Fushu is the confidant of the original mistress and concubine, and is about the same age as her.

Even if he was a confidant, Fu Shu didn't know that the original owner was a daughter.

After the original owner's mother and concubine passed away, Fu Shu followed the original owner, but he was also loyal.

The little emperor spoke lightly, his voice was indistinguishable from male and female, and it was a bit soft.

"thanks."

Fu Shu looked at the little emperor flattered, and the other party looked at him calmly, with a jade-like face.

She lowered her head and bowed her knees slightly, "Your Majesty can't do it. The status of a servant is low, and she just did what she should do."

Feng Qian did not speak, but quietly looked down at the gorgeous and delicate dragon robe on her body.

It's pretty heavy.

The crown on her head was pressing down on her head, making it a little heavy.

The little emperor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, the color was bright, the dragon patterns on the cuffs were embroidered very delicately and beautifully, the dark golden dragon patterns on the robe were lifelike, it seemed that he might transform into a dragon at any time and soar out of the clouds.

Eunuch Su came in from outside the hall, pinched his throat and said, "Slave pays my respects to Your Majesty."

The little emperor turned to look at the other party, and said in a neutral voice, "Excuse me."

Su Gonggong brushed the whisk in his hand, and walked quickly to Feng Qian's side, his high-pitched voice was a little anxious: "Please move your Majesty to the Qianqing Palace as soon as possible, the time for King Zhenbei's welcome banquet is coming soon."

Feng Qian nodded, Fu Shu helped the little emperor out of the palace, and boarded the emperor's exclusive jade chariot.

The soft couch on the jade chariot is covered with fluffy cushions.

Feng Qian sat up and blinked.

so soft~

Well, she is very satisfied with this plane.

The identity of the emperor is particularly good.

system:"……"

It's over, the host's lazy cancer has started to attack again!

The jade chariot moved forward steadily, and the little emperor leaned on the soft couch, a little dazed.

After a stick of incense, the jade chariot arrived at Qianqing Palace, and the servant slowly put down the jade chariot and stepped aside respectfully.

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