Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The wind snorted.

Hmm, it seems like something has been revealed.

Jun Yu looked at it, put the candle in his hand on the table beside him, and the little emperor opened his arms to the girl.

"I can catch Qianqian."

The little emperor's blue silk was scattered behind his head, and his eyebrows and eyes softened a little under the dim candlelight.

His dark eyes were clear and deep, and at the moment he was only wearing a thin white tunic. He opened his hands like this, but he seemed very well-behaved.

Feng Qian looked down slightly, and glanced at the side waist of the child.

He decisively ruled out the possibility that the other party could catch her.

"I can do it myself."

Shallow wind.

After speaking, the girl sitting on the beam took a deep breath, stood up slowly, bent over, stepped on the beam, and then slowly squatted down.

Feng Qian was thinking about how to land in a posture that would minimize the pain caused by the landing of the soles of his feet.

At this time, Jun Yu said softly: "Qianqian wait for me."

After speaking, the little emperor obediently walked to the other side and opened the wardrobe.

Feng Qian didn't move, just quietly watching the small fragments.

When he came back, Jun Yu held a thick silk quilt in his arms.

The little emperor threw the quilt on the ground, and his little hand slowly unfolded the quilt.

After doing this, he looked up at the girl who was squatting on the beam, and said, "Qianqian can jump."

Feng Qian pondered for a while, and when he was about to jump off, the little emperor said again: "I can really catch Qian Qian."

Feng Qian: "..."

"Need not."

The rejection was too straightforward, and Feng Qian was afraid that the little fragments would leave an indelible shadow on the heart of the youth, so she added: "I'm afraid you will hurt."

Jun Yu was indeed a little disappointed when he was rejected at first, but when he heard the words behind the girl, he rolled his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qian jumped down.

When the girl fell, the corners of the pink skirt fluttered and landed steadily, stepping on the soft silk quilt.

Only at the moment of landing, the foot plate was attached to the thigh, and it was slightly numb.

Feng Qian moved, and then the small pieces over there ran sticky and hugged her waist.

The wind was slightly stunned.

no……

She suddenly found that the small fragments became more and more sticky.

At the beginning, he was arrogant and arrogant, and he was talking about something - the dignified king of a country...

And the current style of painting, how did the gene mutate into a soft little cutie?

The child raised his head slightly: "Does Qian Qian hurt?"

As the other party raised his head, the little emperor's beautiful blue silk swept slightly over the girl's hand, causing a bit of itchiness.

Feng Qian wondered: "Are you Jun Yu?"

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly tensed up, expressionlessly retracted his hand, and took a few steps back.

"How can the empress dowager call me by my first name."

Feng Qian: "..."

It's changing so fast.

Feng Qian: "Ayu?"

Hearing the sound, the little emperor's expression softened, and Da Da came over and pulled the girl's sleeve.

"I'm sleepy, Qianqian."

Feng Qian: "..."

The little pieces are awesome! The world simply owes him an Oscar.

Jun Yu grabbed Feng Qian's sleeve and pulled the person to the bed.

Not knowing what he thought of again, he suddenly stopped and let go of the hand holding the girl's sleeve.

The little emperor sat on the bed, looked down at his waist, and said softly, "I haven't changed my dressing yet, Qianqian."

Feng Qian's eyes followed the child's line of sight and fell on his waist.

Jun Yu was not as shy as he was during the day, and he directly opened the corner of his clothes, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

The waist was wrapped in gauze, and the color of the gauze was obviously different where the snake was bitten.

There was probably a little blood oozing from the wound, or maybe the wound was infected with pus.