Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

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

Sensing the other party's gaze, Feng Qian bent her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Feng Jue's cold eyes softened.

The little emperor looked at Situ Yan again, and said slowly: "The one who should consider how to escape is the Prime Minister."

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

Because there was a loud fight outside, another group of troops poured into the hall after a while, subduing Situ Yan's soldiers in an instant.

Situ Yan's wishful thinking was well planned. He placed the rebel army in the palace early on, so that even if there were any emergencies, he would not be at a loss.

What the little emperor did today was indeed an unexpected incident.

However, everyone was trapped in the Golden Luan Hall, no matter how many troops King Zhenbei had, if no one gave an order to notify them, they would be no different from paper figurines.

What he didn't expect was that the little emperor had already colluded with Gu Yuan and Feng Jue to ambush the army in advance, as if he had predicted the current situation.

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

But just this one step could put him to death.

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes, put her white and tender hands on the dragon chair made of pure gold, and looked a little lazy.

"Prime Minister, do you have anything else to say?"

Situ Yan narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists under his cuffs, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and there were streaks of blood in his dark eyes.

funny.

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

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

Everyone's breath was stagnant.

Feng Jue moved his hands hidden in his sleeves, and panic flashed across his cold phoenix eyes. Even though he knew she could handle it, he still couldn't help worrying.

next second.

The little emperor slowly raised his hand, his white and tender hands held the opponent's outstretched fist, his beautiful eyes did not blink.

She stared at Situ Yan, who was stunned, with a nasty smile on the corner of her mouth, and with a little force, the other party was thrown to the ground.

The little emperor withdrew his hand and said slowly: "Prime Minister Situ Yan rebelled and assassinated the Holy Majesty. According to my order, Situ Yan will be put on death row, and a day will be asked to be executed."

After giving the order, the little emperor's casual eyes fell on several ministers of Situ Yan's party feathers, and said: "The accomplices are also put in prison."

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[Ding Dong ~ Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission. 】

After the rebellion was dealt with, all the ministers withdrew from the court with lingering fear.

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

Feng Qian: "!"

The emperor ignored her and just left?

The entire resplendent and resplendent Golden Luan Hall 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 Luan Hall 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.

The beautiful eyes blinked.

The other party bent down slightly, with jet-black hair falling down, and a bit of bewilderment in the beautiful phoenix eyes.

Feng Qian: "Uncle Emperor?"

The other party pursed her thin lips, raised her hand and pulled the high collar slowly, revealing a beautiful collarbone.

He narrowed his phoenix eyes and parted his thin lips lightly: "Your Majesty, I want... you."

Feng Qian: "!"

The other party's slender body fell down, and his thin lips fell down.

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

Time is light.

The years are quiet.

The hall, which has always been sacred and majestic, also has a bit of charm.

...

hush~