Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The little emperor pursed his lips, slowly took out the golden sore medicine from his bosom, and handed it to Feng Jue.

The other party's cold eyes fell on the golden sore medicine in the hands of the little emperor Bai Nen, and he was slightly taken aback.

He looked up at the little emperor, "This is your Majesty?"

The voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, making it impossible to fathom the person's true emotions.

The little emperor's soft eyes fell on the other party's sleeve, and then he said slowly: "Uncle Huang seems to be injured."

The little emperor raised his hand and brought the medicine to Feng Jue.

"This is medicine for golden sores, give it to Uncle Huang."

Feng Jue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, lowered his eyes, slowly raised his slender fingers, and took the medicine in the little emperor's hand.

His eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he looked down at the medicine in his hand quietly for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Holding the jade bottle with her delicate fingertips, she casually fiddled with it.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love. I will accept this medicine."

Feng Jue's fingertips moved slightly, and the jade bottle fell into the snow clothes following the movement.

Seeing the other party's actions, Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

But.

But my heart is still very irritated...

The little emperor lowered his head expressionlessly, his heart scratching like a kitten.

Fragments are so indifferent...

I'm not used to it.

Obviously the first plane shard was so obedient, although the shard became a little bit bad later, but the shard has always been considerate and caring.

Never been so indifferent...

The little emperor kicked the stones on the ground a little upset.

There seemed to be a breath in my heart.

stuffy.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes, her cold gaze fell on the little emperor.

The other party didn't know what he was struggling with, and lowered his head and kicked the stones on the ground.

Beautiful eyebrows frowned.

The pink lips are pursed from time to time.

She looks obedient and cute, with a little... grievance?

The little emperor suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes staring at the cold and indifferent person in front of him.

Feng Qian pursed his lips.

She suddenly stepped forward and approached him, hugged Feng Jue's waist with her white and tender hands, and pressed her soft side face against his chest.

The little emperor pinched Feng Jue's belt and hugged her tightly.

Zhenbei Wang Fengjue, who has always been cold and indifferent and calm, froze a little at this moment, lowering his eyes slightly.

His dark pupils reflected the little emperor's soft hair.

Feng Jue never expected that the little emperor would hug him...

Feng Qian's furry head was buried in Feng Jue's chest, she blinked her beautiful eyes, and rubbed them subconsciously.

Feng Jue: "..."

A crack appeared on the face of Wannian Bingshan.

For the first time, there was a look of confusion in his dark eyes.

Feng Jue slowly raised his slender fingers.

Inexplicably, he wanted to raise his hand to rub the top of the little emperor's hair.

He moved his slender fingertips, and finally put them down again, hiding them in his snow-white sleeves.

The little emperor's voice was soft and waxy: "Uncle Emperor, I want to hug you."

Feng Jue: "..."

The hand hidden in the cuff trembled imperceptibly.

He lowered his eyes to look at the other party, his cold phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

A little sluggish, a little helpless.

"Your Majesty..." Feng Jue's voice was a little hoarse, not as cold and calm as usual.

Feng Qian looked up at Feng Jue.

It just happened to bump into the other party's dark and deep eyes.

Feng Qian tilted his head.

The other party's expression was a little dazed, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes looked too good under the moonlight.

The collar of his snow suit was very high, covering his slender and fair neck airtightly.

The other party was well-dressed and meticulous.

Cool and beautiful, but with a strong breath of abstinence.

People can't help but want to get closer.

Feng Jue sighed slightly.

After all, the little emperor was still too young, his mind was immature, and he still acted like a child.

I like to act like a spoiled child to my elders.

It also seems to be insecure...

Feng Jue raised his hand, after all, he gently rubbed the little emperor's head, temporarily putting aside the courtesy of the emperor and his ministers.

There was a bit of helplessness in the cold voice: "Seventeen is not young anymore, I can no longer act like a baby to the emperor."