Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"behave in a spoiled manner?"

The little emperor raised his head, a little puzzled in his beautiful eyes.

Is she coquettish?

The little emperor's appearance at the moment is too cute, his furry head is slightly tilted, and the pink and tender lips are slightly opened.

Feng Jue was stunned, and the hand on the little emperor's head paused slightly.

There was a slight dim in the dark eyes.

But it quickly returned to its usual calm and calm.

He slowly opened his mouth: "Seventeen is now the emperor, the king, the uncle is the minister, the etiquette of the king and the minister is indispensable..."

Before Feng Jue finished speaking, she was interrupted by Feng Qian.

The little emperor's eyes sparkled: "Will the uncle hug me?"

She was really tired after walking for so long.

I want to move…

The system silently blocked itself.

I can't stand it anymore!

The host's appearance, tsk tsk, is really indescribable...

Feng Jue tilted his head slightly, the little emperor's gaze was so hot that it made him feel a little at a loss.

Holding the little emperor?

As a minister, it is really inappropriate.

But as an elder, if he refuses, the child will be aggrieved.

Especially to meet the other party's clean and beautiful eyes, it is really hard to refuse.

Feng Jue let out a sigh of relief.

"Only once."

The little emperor rolled his eyes with a sweet smile on his face.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes, covering the inexplicable surging emotions in her eyes, and her gaze towards the little emperor darkened a bit.

He bent down slowly, his slender fingers lightly placed under the little emperor's knees, and the other hand was placed on the little emperor's waist, exerting a little force.

The princess hugged the little emperor directly.

The little emperor is very light, almost no weight.

Feng Jue put a hand on the little emperor's waist, and a trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes.

Can a man's waist be so thin?

He lowered his eyes slightly.

The man in his arms wrapped his neck subconsciously.

Feng Qian found a comfortable position in Feng Jue's arms, and rubbed her slender neck with her tender and tender hands.

The hairy head was buried in Feng Jue's arms.

This scene, if seen by outsiders, will definitely be frightened.

The cold and indifferent God of War Lord Feng Jue hugged the soft little emperor.

Or the kind that the princess holds!

But.

The picture is actually not inconsistent, inexplicably very eye-catching.

Feng Jue was confused by the actions of the little emperor, her back was a little stiff, and her cold eyes were completely confused and innocent.

He shook his head slightly.

The little emperor is probably still too young.

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The bright moon hangs high, and the night wind is cool.

Feng Jue's eyes were cold all the way, and she held the little emperor expressionlessly.

The hand he put on the little emperor's waist remained in its original position almost all the time, and it hadn't shifted at all.

Except that the little emperor who was already asleep would move in his arms from time to time.

When the servants on patrol saw Feng Jue, they were surprised, but at the same time they respectfully stepped back and hurriedly bowed their heads.

"I have seen the Lord."

Feng Jue squinted slightly.

The other party shivered involuntarily.

His cold eyes only stayed on the other party for a second and then retracted, and he responded with an expressionless "um".

After Feng Jue left, the patrolling guards stared blankly at Feng Jue's back.

He was right...

The Lord seems to be holding a person in his arms!

It was too dark to see clearly.

He didn't even see who the person was holding in the Lord's arms.

After a while, the patrol guard suddenly realized something.

Must be the future mistress!

He widened his eyes.

horrible!

The Lord, who has never been close to women, actually hugged a strange woman!

What great news!

After a long time of gossip, the patrolling guard remembered his responsibilities and continued to patrol in a dizzy manner.

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Walking through the winding corridor, Feng Jue carried the little emperor into his bedroom.

It's too late now, and the guest room has never been tidy up, so it's impossible to put the little emperor of the Ninety Five in the dusty guest room.