Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The little emperor pursed his lips, slowly took out the golden sore medicine from his arms, raised his hand and handed it to Feng Jue.

The other party's cold eyes fell on the golden sore medicine in the hands of the little emperor Bai Nen, and he was slightly stunned.

He raised his eyes to look at the little emperor, "Your Majesty is this?"

His voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, making it difficult to fathom the person's true emotions.

The little emperor's soft gaze fell on the other's sleeve, and then he said slowly: "Uncle seems to be injured."

The little emperor raised his hand and brought the medicine to Feng Jue.

"This is the medicine for golden sore, given to Uncle Huang."

Feng Jue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes lowered, her slender fingers slowly lifted, and took the medicine from the little emperor's hand.

His brows and eyes were cold, and he looked down at the medicine in his hand quietly for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Delicate fingertips pinched the jade bottle and played around casually.

After a long while, he said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love. This medicine will be accepted by the minister."

Feng Jue's fingertips moved slightly, and the jade bottle fell into the snow suit with the movement.

Seeing the other party's actions, Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

But.

I'm still so nervous...

The little emperor lowered his head expressionlessly, his heart scratching like a kitten.

Fragments are so indifferent...

Not used to it.

It was obvious that the first plane fragment was so well behaved. Although the fragment deteriorated a bit later, the fragment has always been very considerate.

Never been so indifferent...

The little emperor kicked the stones on the ground a little distracted.

My heart seems to be blocked.

stuffy.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes, her cold gaze fell on the little emperor.

The other party didn't know what he was struggling with, he lowered his head and kicked the stones on the ground.

Pretty brows knitted together.

The pink lips pursed from time to time.

It looks soft and cute, and it also brings a little... grievance?

The little emperor suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes staring at the indifferent person in front of him.

Feng Qian pursed her lips.

She suddenly stepped forward and approached the other party, her tender and tender hands hugged Feng Jue's waist, and her soft side face was pressed against his chest.

The little emperor held Feng Jue's belt tightly.

Zhenbei Wang Fengjue, who has always been indifferent and calm, froze a little at this moment, and lowered his eyes slightly.

The little emperor's soft hair was reflected in his dark pupils.

Feng Jue did not expect that the little emperor would hug him...

Fengqian's hairy head was buried in Feng Jue's chest, she blinked her beautiful eyes and rubbed it subconsciously.

Feng Jue: "..."

There was a crack in the face of the iceberg of ten thousand years.

There was a look of confusion in his dark eyes.

Feng Jue slowly raised her slender fingers.

Inexplicably, I wanted to raise my hand to rub the top of the little emperor's hair.

His slender fingertips moved, and finally put them down again, hiding in the snow-white sleeves.

The little emperor's voice was soft and waxy: "Uncle Huang, I want to hug."

Feng Jue: "..."

The hand hidden in the cuff trembled slightly.

He lowered his eyes to look at the other party, and the cold phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

A little sluggish, a little helpless.

"Your Majesty..." Feng Jue's voice was a little hoarse, not as calm as usual.

Feng Qian looked up at Feng Jue.

It just happened to smash into the dark and deep eyes of the other party.

Feng Qian tilted his head.

The other party's expression was a little loose, and the delicate eyebrows looked too good in the moonlight.

The collar of his snow coat was high, and it covered his slender, white neck tightly.

The other party is well-dressed and meticulous.

Cool and beautiful, but with a strong breath of abstinence.

Makes you want to get closer.

Feng Jue sighed slightly.

The little emperor is still too young, his mind is immature, and his behavior is still like a child.

Likes to spoil the elders.

Also seems to be insecure...

Feng Jue raised her hand, and after all, she still gently rubbed the little emperor's head, temporarily putting aside the courtesy of monarchs and ministers.

There was a bit of helplessness in the cold voice: "Seventeen is not too young, I can't act like a spoiled child to the uncle."