Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"behave in a spoiled manner?"

The little emperor raised his head, a little puzzled in his beautiful eyes.

Does she act like a baby?

The little emperor's appearance at the moment is too cute, his furry head is slightly tilted, and his pink and tender lips are slightly parted.

Feng Jue was slightly stunned, and the hand on the little emperor's head paused slightly.

The pitch-black eyes dimmed a little undetectably.

But it quickly returned to its usual calm and calm.

He opened his mouth slowly: "Seventeen is now the emperor, the king, and the emperor's uncle is the minister, the courtesy of the emperor and ministers is indispensable..."

Before Feng Jue could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Qian.

The little emperor's eyes sparkled: "Will the emperor uncle hug me?"

After walking for so long, she was really tired.

I want to move……

The system blocked itself secretly.

I really can't stand it anymore!

The host's appearance, tsk tsk, it's really hard to describe...

Feng Jue turned his head slightly, the little emperor's gaze was so hot that he was at a loss as to what to do.

Hug the little emperor?

It is inappropriate to be a minister.

But as an elder, if he refuses, the child may feel wronged.

Especially when meeting the other party's clean and beautiful eyes, it is really hard to refuse.

Feng Jue let go and sighed slightly.

"Only once."

The little emperor bent his eyes, with a sweet smile on his face.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes, covering the inexplicable emotions in her eyes, and her vision of looking at the little emperor dimmed a bit.

He bent down slowly, put his slender fingers lightly under the little emperor's knees, and put his other hand on the little emperor's waist, exerting a little force.

The princess hugged the little emperor directly.

The little emperor is very light, almost weightless.

Feng Jue put one hand on the little emperor's waist, a trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes.

Can a man's waist be so soft?

He lowered his eyes slightly.

The person in his arms wrapped his arms around his neck subconsciously.

Feng Qian found a comfortable position in Feng Jue's arms, hooked her slender neck with her white and tender hands, and rubbed gently.

The furry head was buried in Feng Jue's arms.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, they will definitely be shocked.

The cold and desireless God of War Prince Feng Jue hugged the soft little emperor.

It's still the kind that the princess hugs!

But.

The picture is not in violation of harmony, and it is inexplicably seductive.

Feng Jue was confused by the little emperor's actions, his back was a little stiff, and his cold eyes were completely confused and innocent.

He shook his head slightly.

The little emperor is probably still too young.

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The bright moon hangs high, and the night breeze is cool.

Feng Jue's eyes were cold all the way, holding the little emperor expressionlessly.

The hand he put on the little emperor's waist has almost maintained its original position, without any deviation at all.

Except that the little emperor who was already asleep would move in his arms from time to time.

When a patrolling servant saw Feng Jue, he was surprised, and at the same time retreated respectfully, bowing his head hastily.

"I have seen the Lord."

Feng Jue slightly sideways eyes.

The other party shuddered involuntarily.

His cold eyes only stayed on the other party for a second and then retracted, and then he responded with an expressionless "hmm".

After Feng Jue left, the patrolling guards looked at Feng Jue's back in a daze.

Did he read it right...

The Lord seemed to hold a person in his arms!

It was too dark to see clearly.

He also didn't see who the person in the Lord's arms was.

After a while, the patrolling guard suddenly realized something.

It must be the future mistress!

He widened his eyes.

horrible!

The lord, who has never been close to women, actually hugged a strange woman!

What a big news!

After gossiping for a long time, the patrol guard remembered his duty and continued patrolling in a daze.

-

Passing through the winding corridor, Feng Jue carried the little emperor into his bedroom.

It was too late now, and the guest room had never been tidied up. It was impossible to put the little emperor of the Ninth Five Years in the dusty guest room.

The second plane has been sorted out. Ended with a total of 37 chapters (if I'm not mistaken...) Currently under construction on the third plane, Sick and Petite Mermaid (Fairy tale background, but not a certain fairy tale.)