Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The weather is not good today, and the light in the imperial study is extremely dim.

Feng Qian turned a few pages of the book, then gave up and dictated directly.

Jun Yu listened attentively, with no expression on his face, but he was very attentive.

An hour later.

Feng Qian raised his hand and yawned, then turned his head to look out the window.

The windows were not open, but after so long, the interior was still groggy. Obviously, it was possible to roughly guess the weather outside.

The ambergris in the imperial study was soothing and hypnotic, and in addition to the drowsy weather, the wind was light and lazy, and I wanted to sleep even more.

"It's about to rain."

Feng Qian said something casually, then lay lazily on the chair.

The little emperor sitting in front of the desk looked very bad.

He frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

As if confirming the girl's words, not long after, there was a dull thunder outside.

Then, there was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

tick, tick-

Well, it looks like it's still a thunderstorm.

Feng Qian closed his eyes, not thinking about opening them.

But it was very strange, Xiao Shard didn't say a word, and after a while, Feng Qian opened his eyes.

On the opposite side, the little emperor's delicate and fair face was a little paler, and his dark eyes were somewhat empty.

Feng Qian froze for a moment, then got up and approached.

The girl bent over: "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Not feeling well?"

Hearing the voice, Jun Yu raised his eyes to look at the girl, he paused, lowered his beautiful eyelashes, tilted his upper body slightly, and hugged the girl's waist with his small hands.

The child's side face was pressed against the girl's belly, and his usual cold voice carried a child's softness: "I'm... afraid."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, slightly stunned.

afraid?

Afraid of rain? Or... thunder?

"Don't move, okay?"

The child's voice was low.

Feng Qian could feel that the other party was holding her tightly.

Suddenly hugging her so actively, Feng Qian was also stunned, and his tone was unusually low.

Hey, what a kid.

Feng Qian raised his hand and patted the little boy on the back.

The rain could not stop for a while, and the thunder came intermittently.

Every time the thunder roared, Jun Yu's hand gripping the girl's dress became even tighter, wishing to bury his whole body in the girl's arms.

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the small fragments were afraid of thunder.

Eh, so squeamish?

Isn't he the dignified king of a country?

Really cute.

Feng Qian's eyes were curved, he raised his wrist, and lightly covered the little emperor's ears.

The little emperor's fair ears were a little cold, and the girl's fingertips were warm, and when they put them on, Feng Qian felt a chill in the palm of her hand.

The little boy in his arms stiffened, his lips pursed slightly.

He didn't expect the other party to cover his ears.

The child's heart was complicated for a while, struggling for a while, but he didn't care to bury his head in the other's arms.

I thought to myself, I will treat her better in the future.

It rained for about an hour or so.

When the rain stopped, the little emperor still did nothing.

Feng Qian was stunned, he didn't pay attention before, but now he suddenly felt that the temperature in his lower abdomen, where the boy was holding his head against, was hot.

"Ayu?"

The little emperor didn't say a word, even if the girl in front of him suddenly changed his name to him, he didn't react at all.

Feng Qian pressed the little emperor's shoulders, separated him slightly, and put his palm on the little emperor's forehead, the temperature was terrifyingly hot.

Have a fever?

Feng Qian hurriedly put the child on his reclining chair, and went out to order the imperial doctor.

Then the little emperor was transferred to the bedroom.

The little emperor was ill, and everyone did not dare to be sloppy and busy.