Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

When she came out again, Feng Jue walked out of the Golden Luan Hall holding the little emperor who had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.

The messy skirts of the two were tidied up again, and there was no sign of making people blush and heartbeat at all.

The little emperor hugged the other person's waist unconsciously, rubbing against him lightly.

The corners of Feng Jue's lips curled up slightly, ignoring everyone's gossip and strange eyes, and swaggeringly carried the little emperor back to the bedroom.

As for the traces in the main hall, they had already been cleaned up.

When Fushu saw the little emperor in Fengjue's arms, he was surprised for a moment.

Unexpectedly, King Zhenbei told her not to follow, he would take good care of the little emperor himself.

Fu Shu froze in place for a long while, his head was full of Cai Feng Jue's words just now.

King Zhenbei takes care of... Your Majesty?

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Feng Jue asked Fu Shu to bring hot water for the bath, then closed the door, walked gently to the bed, and poked the other's fair and tender face with her white fingertips.

"Your Majesty, get up and take a shower."

Feng Qian didn't respond, grabbed the quilt with her small hands, and turned over gently.

Feng Jue smiled.

He was impulsive just now.

Did not hold back.

The little emperor must be exhausted after being tossed about for a long time.

Feng Jue took the little emperor into his arms, raised his hand and gently unbuttoned the other side's skirt.

Then he carried the little emperor into the tub.

After cleaning, it was dark.

Feng Jue was lying on the bed, with her slender fingers resting on the little emperor's waist, rubbing gently until the other person's brows and eyes relaxed, then stopped, and gradually fell asleep holding him.

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the next day.

Feng Qianyou woke up and found himself being held in someone's arms.

Raising his eyes, he admired the beauty of the fragments.

Feng Qian's mind went blank for a moment.

Then he thought of something, and his face was flushed red.

Feng Qian pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes were full of puzzlement.

Why does the fragment look so cold and abstinent, but it was like that yesterday...

The girl can't wait to bury her face in the bed.

But what is a little bit miraculous is that her waist doesn't seem to be so sore anymore...

When Feng Jue woke up, he saw the little emperor in his arms, his face was flushed and he was in a daze.

He chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Your Majesty must be responsible to his ministers, and you must not renege on your debts."

Feng Qian: "!"

It was clearly him...

Very angry!

The fragments turned bad again...

The girl threw off the quilt angrily, got out of bed, put on a casual dress, opened the door and walked out, ignoring the Feng Jue in the room.

More importantly, she felt...staying any longer...pills!

It was the first time for Feng Qian to go to court today, and after breakfast, he locked himself in the imperial study.

The little emperor was approving the memorial, but his mind was distracted the whole time, and he became dazed every now and then.

After calming down, Feng Qian began to think about the fragments.

Be responsible to him.

And now that she is a man, she cannot bring the fragments into the palace.

Feng Qian thought about it, and then searched the memory of the original owner.

Thus, a common scene in the palace became like this.

Royal study.

"How did you do your homework today?"

"Master praised me today."

"Hmm. Well done."

"Brother Huang, can I ask for a reward?"

Feng Qian glanced at the little kid in front of him, and said, "Say."

The little kid's eyes lit up, and he said with anticipation: "I want to play for an extra hour today!"

Feng Qian: "!"

She raised her hand and gave the little boy a shudder, "Study hard, don't always think about playing."

In the future, I will inherit my mantle.

Little boy: "..."

Seven-year-old Feng Qianche pursed her lips, and her round eyes were full of grievances. In the end, he compromisingly held the pen in his hand and buried himself in the sea of ​​books.