Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian blinked her eyes, and it took a while before she replied slowly, "Oh."

The fragments are really cold...

Drink three rounds.

It was completely dark.

Feng Jue glanced coldly at the group of officials at the banquet, then turned her gaze around, and then casually landed on the little emperor.

Feng Jue's voice was indifferent: "Your Majesty, I will take my leave first."

Before the little emperor could answer, Feng Jue got up indifferently, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes slowly, and left quietly among the noisy crowd.

Feng Qian was slightly stunned, looking at the other party's cold back, feeling confused again.

It seems that each plane fragment has a different personality.

It's just that on this plane, Shard's character is a bit too cold.

The little emperor lowered his head, stared at the wine in the glass, and took a sip anyway.

Well, it's still hard to drink.

The system whispered in Fengqian's ear: "Host, Shard goes out alone, it may be dangerous, you should go out and find him."

The little emperor paused, frowned and said, "Isn't the fragment the God of War? It shouldn't be dangerous."

system:"……"

There are more and more excuses for the host to be lazy!

The little emperor looked at the banquet of singing and dancing in front of him, and it was indeed a bit boring.

Feng Qian pursed his lips, and looked down at Situ Yan, the prime minister.

The little emperor thought for a while, and asked in a questioning tone: "Master Prime Minister, I am a little tired, can I go back first?"

Situ Yan met the little emperor's eyes and said with a smile: "Since your majesty is tired, you should go back to rest earlier, and leave the rest to my servant."

The little emperor stared at the other party for a few times before nodding slightly.

Feng Qian got up, and took Fu Shu away from the banquet calmly, without disturbing anyone.

Clean up outside the palace.

The little emperor turned his head to look at Fushu, his eyes were serious and he said: "You go back first, I want to walk alone."

Fu Shu was stunned, "Your Majesty, it's not safe for you to be alone."

"Aren't there still hidden guards?"

Feng Qian tilted his head and looked at the other party.

The cold moonlight fell on the little emperor's beautiful eyes, shining brighter than the Milky Way.

Fu Shu looked a little dumbfounded.

She lowered her head and said in a somewhat respectful tone, "Then Fu Shu will leave first, Your Majesty should be careful."

The little emperor raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder lightly, and responded with a "hmm".

After Fu Shu left, Feng Qian walked quietly by himself.

At this time, most of the people were still gathered in the Qianqing Palace, except for the guards, there were almost no people outside, and it seemed deserted.

The little emperor looked around, but there was no one there.

Feng Qian looked at the thick sycamore tree next to him, and jumped up lightly.

Picking out a tree trunk that looked very strong, the little emperor slowly spread out the dragon robe, found a comfortable position, and lay on his back.

open one's eyes.

A cold and bright moon was reflected in his eyes.

Yuehua is clear and cold, but it is somewhat similar to Fengjue's temperament.

The little emperor would be stunned.

Suddenly there was a sound of fighting in the distance.

At the same time, the system sounded.

[Alarm alert! Assassinated by fragments! 】

The little emperor blinked, then turned over immediately, and jumped down from the tree with a light figure.

Following the little emperor's movements, a few pagoda tree leaves slowly spun down from the branches.

Feng Qian stood still and carefully discerned the direction of the fighting sounds.

After a while, the little emperor determined the approximate location, and walked with light and fast steps.

In the dark night, only a faint afterimage of bright yellow can be seen.