Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian couldn't see clearly, only heard a click.

The door was closed.

Feng Qian blinked his beautiful eyes in confusion.

what's the situation?

Haunted in the middle of the night?

However, in the next second, Feng Qian was held in his arms.

Feng Qian: "..."

She blinked her eyes.

"Uncle?"

Feng Jue rested her chin on the little emperor's shoulder, and wrapped her long fingers around him, hugging him tightly.

Xu Shi heard the voice of the little emperor, he slowly raised his head and stared at the other party with deep eyes.

His voice was hoarse, with a bit of grievance: "Your Majesty has given him a purse."

"Huh?" Feng Qian was confused.

What purse?

Who is he?

The little emperor retorted seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't give anyone a purse!"

Who knew that Feng Jue was even more aggrieved when she heard the little emperor's words.

There is a little mist in his beautiful phoenix eyes, and the appearance of grievance at this moment is really very criminal...

"Your Majesty lied..."

Feng Qian: "..."

The fragments were taken away?

System: "Host, you are so imaginative!"

"..."

"I didn't lie to you." Feng Qian denied.

Feng Jue's small expression was even more aggrieved, "Your Majesty lied to me, His Majesty clearly gave Gu Yuan a purse..."

Feng Qian's mind froze for a while before he reacted.

She seems to be giving Gu Yuan a purse?

But that is obviously from the system, not hers, so it doesn't count as a gift from her...

System: "Host, I don't bear this blame!"

Feng Qian: "..." Who do you not carry?

The system hummed and gloated: "The host should think about how to deal with the debris!"

Feng Qian: "..."

Glancing at the grieved and pitiful pieces.

Feng Qian pursed her lips: "That doesn't count, the purse is not mine."

Feng Jue blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes.

This was the first time I saw the indifferent Feng Jue showing this kind of childlike innocence.

Feng Qian's heart is really mixed.

"If you like it, I'll buy one for you."

Feng Xiaopoi Jue shook his head.

"don't want."

Feng Qian: "..." Why is it so difficult to serve the fragments!

"I want His Majesty to embroider it by hand..."

The wind was stunned.

What?

I want to embroider by hand!

Even if you're a shard, you can't do whatever you want...

Then Feng Qian looked at Shang Feng Jue's aggrieved Baba's eyes, and the words got stuck in his throat.

Well, she can't embroider yet.

What happened to the fragments today, why are you holding on to a purse?

Is the purse a rare thing?

Feng Qian glanced at Feng Jue with a strange expression.

Fragment is this drunk?

He got drunk after only a few drinks...

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

Drunk shards are so cute.

However, the fragments were held so tightly that it hurt.

"I'll embroider it for you, will you let me go first?" Feng Qian didn't dare to force it, and coaxed softly.

Because Drunk Fragment is really a miserable little pity.

Feng Jue rolled her eyes, obviously getting the answer she wanted.

He obediently replied, "Okay."

Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Jue let go of Feng Qian gently.

However, he suddenly pushed the little emperor against the wall.

His slender fingers rested on the icy wall, his eyes lowered, staring at the little emperor with a cold gaze.

Feng Qian: "..."

Didn't you say let go?

If you don't agree with each other, what do you want to do with the fragments?

"Uncle?"

Feng Jue's eyes were cold, and he didn't look like a drunk person at all. Instead, he looked very sober, but his actions just now were very abnormal.

His eyes were deep and darkened slightly.

Feng Jue looked down at the little emperor, her cold phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

He slowly raised a slender finger and lightly placed it on the collar.

Feng Jue's collar is generally high, covering her slender and fair neck, and she is full of abstinence.

But at this moment, he casually pulled his snow-white collar.

The neat front of the clothes was a bit messy, and the snow clothes that had no folds were wrinkled a bit at the moment.

His eyes were as cold and uninteresting as always, but the actions he made were so reverie.