Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

He raised his eyes in a panic, just in time to meet the girl's dark and clear eyes.

When he met those eyes, as if his eyes were scorched, he hurriedly retracted, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Subconsciously, he wanted to twist the Buddha beads in his hand, but when he touched a mass of air, he suddenly realized that his Buddha beads had just broken not long ago, and he had not yet had time to repair them.

Feng Qian felt that the way she was now was a bit like she was bullying the little monk and molesting the other party.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone was eating in the front yard, and no one was walking around here, so no one saw the scene in front of them.

The little monk's eyes were nervous and flustered, his back was against the wall, and he lowered his eyes helplessly. The girl in front of him looked at the little monk with all his spare time, and there was a smile in his beautiful eyes.

"Don't be nervous."

Feng Qian did feel the tension of the small fragments, and she couldn't help but use an old mother's tone.

This time, the small fragments are also simple and cute, like a child, well-behaved.

He lowered his head so that he could not see his eyes.

He could only see the other side's long eyelashes swept lightly, but the rhythm and frequency were out of order, which also indicated the little monk's inner nervousness.

Feng Qian thought, if Xiao Shard's identity prevents him from falling in love with her, then it is okay for her to take care of Xiao Shard as a child.

In this way, she also rounded up to be one generation older than His Royal Highness and became his mother once.

Then, when His Highness has the memory of a small plane, thinking about His Highness's expression makes people look forward to it.

However, the small fragments in front of her seemed to be a little scared of her.

"Do not be afraid."

Feng Qian's voice softened a bit, and started to turn on the old mother mode.

Just about to say: "Good boy, don't be afraid, come to Mama's arms."

Wang Chen always felt that something was wrong, but the overly soft voice of the girl in front of him also made the little monk stunned for a while.

But even more nervous.

Embarrassed for a long time, Wangchen asked softly, "Donor, can I... go?"

The little monk on the opposite side, when talking to the girl, never looked at her, but silently looked at the ground.

The fair-skinned fingertips were tucked into the long sleeves, as cute as a cute thing.

The eye-catching cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows matched the little monk's snow-white complexion.

Junxiu's eyebrows are also as delicate and beautiful as Yuandai's.

Feng Qian also felt that even if the small fragments were monks, their beauty was very attractive.

The obedient appearance will also lead to a bit of crime.

uh, what are you thinking...

Feng Qian returned to his senses and slowly got closer to the other party.

The approach of the girl also made the little monk very uncomfortable.

It seems that since the other party appeared, his heart is not his own, and his palms have long been sweating.

I don't know how to face it, and I don't dare to face it.

Wangchen practiced in Jingyuan Temple since he was a child, and he didn't know much about the things in the world.

It's just that the marriage tree in Jingyuan Temple, where pilgrims keep going there to ask for marriage papers, and Uncle Huikong, let him know ignorantly that there is an emotion in this world - love.

This emotion is also limited to the mundane world.

The Buddhist disciples are absolutely unmoved.

He took it to heart.

Wangchen didn't understand why he was so flustered in front of the girl.

But what he knew was that this girl influenced him.

It was not the first time he had come into contact with foreign guests, nor was it the first time he had seen a woman.

And the girl in front of Du Du alone made his calm and unwavering heart, like a stormy sea.

However, he couldn't restrain the extreme panic and helplessness in his heart.