Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian no longer teased the little fragments, and put on a serious and serious tone, "Then I'm really leaving, Ah Chen must be obedient alone."

"Um."

Wang Chen lowered his head and replied softly, the words that the girl had just said in his mind.

The temperature on his face did not decrease at all, instead it became hotter and hotter.

It was not until the girl left for a long time that Wang Chen felt that the temperature on her face began to gradually fade.

…

Feng Qian met Cheng Ye by the lotus pond in the Imperial Garden.

Hearing the footsteps, the man looked away from the lotus pond and looked at the girl with a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

"Princess."

His voice is also very nice, giving people a feeling of warmth like jade.

Ignoring the character, the man in front of him can really bear the sentence - Moshang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

It's a pity that the other party is not gentle and refined on the surface.

"Meet again, His Royal Highness."

Feng Qian walked over and kept a distance of one meter from the other side, his fingers lightly resting on the fence by the lotus pond.

Cheng Ye smiled lightly, "I don't know if the princess would find it abrupt with the sudden invitation?"

Feng Qian squinted slightly and said expressionlessly, "It is my honor to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh~"

However, from the other party's expression, he could not see the slightest honor.

His face was expressionless, but he seemed very indifferent.

On the lotus pond, there are many low-flying dragonflies.

Feng Qian looked at it, looked up at the gray sky, and said casually, "This day, I'm afraid it's going to change."

Cheng Ye followed the girl's gaze, paused, and politely apologized: "It's Ben Gong's ill-consideration, I'm afraid it will disturb the princess's interest in viewing flowers."

Feng Qian's expression was light, and after a while, she turned her head to look at the man beside her.

Calmly said: "Last night, Ben Gong suddenly recalled that the little prince who died young, had a beautiful cinnabar mole between his eyebrows."

"Oh~" Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows, "It seems that Her Royal Highness is not only very interested in this little prince, but also very understanding."

Feng smiled lightly, "However, coincidentally, when Ben Gong was in Jingyuan Temple, he happened to meet a little monk with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows."

"That's a coincidence."

Cheng Ye's face didn't change, and his normal reply made it impossible to see his true emotions.

Feng Qian was not in a hurry, she said again: "It is even more coincidental that Ben Gong took a closer look at His Royal Highness's appearance, and then suddenly discovered that the little monk's eyebrows are actually very similar to His Royal Highness."

Cheng Ye paused, then calmly replied, "That's really a coincidence."

Feng Qian looked up at the sky.

"so……"

"Bengong suddenly has a bold guess. Perhaps, this little monk is the little prince who died in the rumors."

"The princess is joking. Queen Xiaomin's little prince was buried in the imperial tomb. How can the little monk be the little prince?"

Cheng Ye calmly retorted.

Feng Qian pursed her lips and said slowly: "So, this becomes interesting. Maybe the little prince did not die prematurely, but was transferred?"

The girl paused, then turned her head to look at Cheng Ye, "Perhaps, after the transfer, the person who was arranged to kill the little prince didn't have the heart to start, and secretly sent the little prince to a safe place. If this is the case, then this palace sees The little monk who lived here may very likely be the half-brother of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh, thinking about it this way, it seems that there is an explanation for the slaughter of Jingyuan Temple."

Feng Qian looked at Cheng Ye lightly, "His Royal Highness, do you think this palace can understand that some people think that Queen Xiaomin, the little prince who survived by chance and left behind, threatens his power and status, or does not What, and specially arranged this slaughter temple?"