Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

After shopping for a long time, Feng Qian was tired and a little hungry.

So Feng Qian dragged Feng Jue into a restaurant.

The two opened a private room with the best view on the second floor, the kind where you can see the crowd below as soon as you open the window.

Feng Qian ordered a table of dishes, ordered a jug of fruit wine, and then lazily lay down on the table.

I have been shopping for so long.

She is so tired!

The little emperor looked a bit decadent, and Feng Jue's eyes fell on him.

Somewhat funny.

The little emperor's lazy appearance is not only not annoying, but actually very cute, very likable.

After the dishes were served, the fruit wine that Feng Qian asked for also came.

Feng Qian drank fruit wine.

For wine, only fruit wine is okay.

Feng Qian pours wine for Feng Jue.

Feng Jue was stunned for a moment, his eyes were somewhat resisted, and he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I don't drink alcohol."

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.

She did not seem to have seen the fragments drink.

But with fruit wine, you shouldn't get drunk.

"Uncle Huang, this is just fruit wine, you won't get drunk." Feng Qian said to him like this.

Feng Jue frowned and lowered his head.

Perhaps, not drunk.

He didn't speak again.

The two ate their meals in silence.

The wine in Feng Jue's hand hadn't moved much.

Feng Qian was puzzled: "Could it be that Uncle Huang is allergic to alcohol?"

"Alcohol allergy?" Feng Jue was slightly taken aback.

Feng Qian explained: "It's just that after drinking alcohol, you will get small rashes on your body."

Feng Jue shook his head: "No, it won't be like this."

"Then why doesn't the uncle drink?" Feng Qian stared at the other party.

Forced by the little emperor's gaze, Feng Jue lowered his eyes lightly, held the wine glass with his slender fingertips, and slowly took a sip from his lips.

This wine has a rich fruit juice flavor and a faint wine taste.

Feng Jue looked confused.

Probably not drunk...

At the end of the meal, Feng Jue still drank the glass of fruit wine that Feng Qian had poured.

Due to the low alcohol content of the fruit wine, Feng Jue did not respond at first.

It's just that the tip of the ear is slightly red.

Feng Qian sent Feng Jue back to the mansion.

It was already late at night when we arrived at Zhenbei Wangfu.

Feng Jue's steps were a little messy, Feng Qian turned to look at him.

There was no expression on this person's face, it was extremely cold, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Feng Jue rested her slender fingers on the door, her cold eyes fell on the little emperor.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to send off my ministers."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

The fragments drove her away again?

The little emperor curled his pink lips.

Don't let me give it away, I want it!

Not even if you are fragments.

The little emperor took Feng Jue's arm, his beautiful eyes were a little angry.

"I want to send the emperor off."

Feng Jue was held by the other party's arm, and when he looked down, he saw the little emperor puffed up, his white and tender cheeks were slightly puffed up, and he was staring at a pair of beautiful eyes.

He lowered his eyes, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

In the end, he still compromised: "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty for your love."

Feng Qian glanced at him, turned away from him, and held Feng Jue's arm as if no one else was there.

Feng Jue was not annoyed, but just looked sideways at the other party.

There were emotions in his cold eyes that he didn't quite understand.

This feeling is strange, but it can make people happy.

The little emperor and Feng Jue get along so well that everyone in the Zhenbei Palace is no stranger to it.

Every time the patrolling guards saluted solemnly, they all showed aunt smiles when they watched the two leave.

Not that they are too gossip.

It's just that this kind of thing happened to their master, it's so strange!

The little emperor took Feng Jue back to the room.

Feng Qian walked in first.

The layout of the house was exactly the same as when she came here before, orderly and meticulous.

Feng Qian turned around and saw Feng Jue standing at the door with his head slightly lowered, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Feng Qian wondered: "Uncle Emperor?"

The next second, the room suddenly went dark.