Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian was not annoyed, and the girl closed the book calmly.

"Since Your Majesty is unwilling to teach Aijia, Aijia will leave."

If she doesn't teach Fragment, she will have nothing to lose, and she can still be a lot easier and continue to be her salted fish queen mother.

After saying that, Feng Qian got up and raised his feet to put the book in his hand back to its original place.

Jun Yu's dark eyes watched the girl's movements without blinking.

The little emperor didn't say a word, until he saw the empress dowager walking towards the door of the imperial study, the little boy was stunned.

I don't know why, but I'm suddenly very irritable.

Unconsciously, two words blurted out: "Stop."

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows and looked back at the little emperor behind him, with a noble and elegant posture.

"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

Jun Yu looked at the girl's dark eyes, and his aura suddenly diminished.

But the king does not allow himself to lose his momentum to others, especially women.

Thinking of this, the little emperor got up from his chair and said in an arrogant tone, "Have you allowed you to go?"

Feng said to himself, little brat.

"It's not that Your Majesty doesn't want to listen to Aijia's teachings. Now, isn't it different from words and deeds? The emperor will not go back on his word."

The little emperor frowned slightly with a straight face.

He curled his lips, "I won't go back on my word."

"Oh." Feng Qian raised her eyebrows, "Then leave, Little Seventeen."

"you……"

The girl turned around and left, Jun Yu opened his lips and closed them again.

When the other's finger lightly touched the door, the little emperor opened his mouth: "I forbid you to leave."

Feng Qian paused, and slowly retracted the raised hand.

The young queen mother turned around and looked at the ten-year-old little emperor with a smile.

Jun Yu met the girl's eyes, his eyes retracted.

Although his little face was still stiff and cold, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his obsidian-like eyes.

The little emperor looked at the ground, "I can't live up to my father's will..."

so……

"You are not allowed to leave."

Jun Yu raised his eyes, and the awkward emotions just now were instantly dissipated, and his face was cold and arrogant again.

Feng Qian rolled her eyes and walked to the little emperor.

Although the little emperor was only ten years old, he was about the same height as her.

Of course, it would be more fun if the fragments could be made smaller.

A 10-year-old kid is also very interesting.

"Seventeen is really filial." Feng Qian used the tone of a long-lost old mother again, "So, the filial Seventeen, should I call the Aijia a mother?"

Jun Yu's expression froze.

However, Feng Qian continued: "Seventeen does not need to call her mother, but you can call her mother instead."

The little emperor narrowed his beautiful eyes.

what is mom?

Looking at the other party, there is no peace of mind.

How can he be teased by a woman as a dignified king of a country?

So... don't call!

Jun Yu had a straight face.

Feng Qian pretended to be leaving, but when he turned around, he felt his sleeves being pulled.

She looked down and quietly looked at the little emperor's hand grabbing her sleeve.

The child's hands were whiter than snow, and against her golden sleeves embroidered with phoenix patterns, she looked a bit noble and unparalleled.

Although the child is slightly open, his hands are very beautiful, with a hint of distinct joints.

Jun Yu saw Feng Qian staring at his hand, and he quickly retracted his hand.

The little emperor looked tangled for a moment, then called out expressionlessly: "Mother."

With a fluttering voice, even if the young man tried his best to pretend to be mature, his voice still had a little childishness of a child, especially when he spoke in a low voice, it would appear extraordinarily soft.

Feng Qian's mother's love overflowed in an instant, and she raised her hand and rubbed the little emperor's head.

Feeling the soft touch on the top of his head, Jun Yu frowned and took a step back with a blank face.