Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The girl was silent and did not dare to move.

Instantly turned into a good baby.

Mu Bai looked down at the baby for a long time, then reached out and took the baby out of the sleeping basket.

The boy adjusted his posture a little awkwardly, gently holding the baby in his arms.

He lowered his eyes quietly.

In this way, it should be more comfortable...

Feng Qian was at war with heaven and man in his heart.

Although it is still uncertain whether the other party is His Highness himself.

No, or, does the other party have the memory of His Highness?

However, she felt that there was a 60% possibility.

Although, she had said before without blushing and heartbeat, at worst, she would kiss His Highness directly when she saw him.

However, after all, in every plane, she and His Highness's fragments have developed such a relationship.

It would always be a little embarrassing to see His Highness himself suddenly.

At least, she hasn't figured out how to face His Highness yet.

The little baby sighed in style.

Fortunately, she is just a baby now.

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The carriage arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion.

The chauffeur respectfully opened the curtain door for the young national teacher as always.

The young national teacher in white, with a sleeping basket in his arms, slowly got out of the carriage.

The guards who greeted him respectfully prostrated and knelt down.

The only one in Tianrong Kingdom who enjoys such pious kneeling is the young national teacher Mu Bai from ancient times to the present.

The national teacher returned to Beijing, and the people rushed to welcome him.

However, due to the prestige of the national teacher and the reverence for the national teacher, no common people did anything excessive.

When the carriage passed by the street, most of the people also knelt down piously like these guards.

Then he watched the state teacher's carriage move away little by little until it faded out of sight.

Mu Bai came to the bedroom with Feng Qian, and he ordered casually to have the baby's clothes prepared and invite a nurse.

Babies are still young, and milk is a must.

After the boy explained in a cold voice, he turned around and lowered his head, and slowly carried the baby to the bed.

He sat quietly by the bed and looked at the baby on the bed.

The boy seemed to be lost in memory, his dark eyes were dull and lifeless.

After a while, the wet nurse was invited.

"My lord, this is the newly invited wet nurse." The guard respectfully said.

A young and beautiful woman stepped out from behind him.

"Minister Lin Yi has met Master Guoshi."

The woman named Lin Yi raised her eyes cautiously, and after seeing the boy's face clearly, she couldn't help being amazed.

The appearance of a young national teacher who is only twelve years old is already astonishing, and one can't help feeling that in a few years, the young man will be peerless.

Mu Bai lightly raised his eyes to glance at the so-called wet nurse, he passed her slowly, and said softly, "Don't hurt her."

This she obviously refers to the little baby on the bed.

Lin Yi froze for a moment, lowered her eyes shyly: "Yes, my lord."

Mu Bai frowned, his eyes fell on the little baby on the bed again, he pursed his lips, walked out and closed the door.

My heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.

After a while, a woman named Lin Yi opened the door and came out with downcast eyes and a low voice: "My lord...the little baby, she won't drink my...milk."

The young man was slightly taken aback.

There was a sudden relief in my heart.

He didn't look at each other, but walked into the room with his foot up.

The little baby on the bed was playing with his little hand boredly.

Mu Bai bends down, the blue hair hangs down, falling on the sides of the little baby.

He pursed his lips and said softly, "Don't you want to drink?"

Feng Qian blinked and shook his little head vigorously.

She can't take it...

The body is a baby, but the soul is not...

Well.

So annoying.

The boy stared at the baby for a long time, then slowly bent over, his white fingertips lightly landed on the side of the baby's face.

"Don't want to..."

He murmured softly.