Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Jue glanced at Situ Yan lightly, and finally his eyes fell on the little emperor again.

Feng Qian noticed the gaze of the other party, and bent his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Feng Jue's cold eyes softened.

The little emperor looked at Situ Yan again and said slowly, "The one who should think about how to get out is the prime minister."

Hearing this, Situ Yan frowned, but the next second he was speechless.

Because there was a loud fight outside, after a while, another group of troops poured into the hall, and instantly subdued Situ Yan's soldiers.

Situ Yan's wishful thinking was good, he placed the rebel army in the palace very early, even if there was an emergency, he would not be at a loss.

Today's action by the little emperor is indeed an emergency.

However, everyone is trapped in this golden hall, even if King Zhenbei has more troops, no one will order to notify, it will be no different from paper figurines.

But what he didn't expect was that the little emperor had colluded with Gu Yuan and Feng Jue long ago to ambush the army ahead of time, as if he had expected the current situation to happen.

He only missed a step, the relationship between Feng Jue and the little emperor.

And just this one step could put him to death.

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes, Bai Nen's little hands rested on the dragon chair made of pure gold, her eyes were a little lazy.

"Is there anything else you want to say, Prime Minister?"

Situ Yan squinted his eyes, his fists under his cuffs clenched tightly, blue veins burst out on his forehead, and a few strands of blood appeared in his dark eyes.

funny.

After three years of planning, he was defeated by this puppet emperor.

A dark ray of danger flashed in Situ Yan's eyes, and in the next second, before everyone could react, Situ Yan rushed towards Feng Qian like a sharp sword.

Everyone was breathless.

Feng Jue moved her hands hidden in her sleeves, and panic flashed across her cold phoenix eyes. Even though he knew she could handle it, he was still uncontrollably worried.

next second.

The little emperor raised his hand slowly, Bai Nen's small hand held the fist that the other party stretched out, and his beautiful eyes did not blink.

She stared at Situ Yan with a stunned face, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth.

The little emperor withdrew his hand and said slowly: "Prime Minister Situ Yan raised an army to rebel and assassinated the Holy High. Pass my will, put Situ Yan in death row, choose a day... ask for execution."

After giving the order, the little emperor's casual gaze fell on several ministers of Situ Yan's henchmen, and he said, "His accomplices are also put in jail."

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After the rebellion was dealt with, all the ministers withdrew from the dynasty with lingering fears.

After everyone was gone, Feng Jue raised her eyes and glanced at the little emperor on the dragon chair casually, then raised her feet and walked towards the door.

Feng Qian: "!"

Uncle Huang ignored her and left like this?

The entire splendid Jinluan Palace seemed a little empty at the moment.

The little emperor on the dragon chair was a little irritable.

She stared at a pair of beautiful water eyes, watching the man walk out of the Golden Palace, without saying hello.

So angry!

However, just when the little emperor was angry, the other party suddenly turned back and gently closed the palace door.

The bright hall suddenly dimmed.

Feng Jue walked quickly towards the little emperor and stood still in front of the dragon chair.

Feng Qian was a little dazed.

Pretty eyes blinked.

The other party bent down slightly, the jet-black ink hair fell, and the beautiful phoenix eyes were dyed with a bit of confusion.

Feng Qian: "Uncle Huang?"

I saw the other party pursed his thin lips, raised his hand and slowly pulled the high collar, revealing a beautiful collarbone.

He squinted his phoenix eyes and opened his thin lips lightly: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen wants... you."

Feng Qian: "!"

The other party's long body was covered, and the cool and thin lips fell.

The little emperor squeezed his fingers nervously, and finally let the other party go.

Time is short.

The years are quiet.

The hall, which has always been sacred and solemn, has also been stained with a bit of charm.

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