Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

All the people had arrived, but the little emperor on the throne was quiet and didn't move much.

Eunuch Su leaned closer to Feng Qian and whispered, Your Majesty, it's your turn to speak.

The little emperor blinked, a little confused.

say what?

Fu Shu seemed to have expected such a thing to happen a long time ago, and secretly slipped a small note into the little emperor's hand.

Feng Qian blinked, squeezed the note in his hand, and glanced down.

No one saw it.

The little emperor quietly opened the note.

This scene fell into the eyes of Prime Minister Situ Yan.

Situ Yan calmly took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Ah.

This little emperor is really pleasing...

Feng Qian tilted his head and glanced at the words on the note, then slowly squeezed the note into a ball and stuffed it into his wide cuff, pretending that nothing happened.

Fu Shu approached Feng Qian gently, and whispered in her ear: Your Majesty, you have to read the words according to the note.

The little emperor nodded slightly.

Feng Qian looked at the officials below and cleared his throat.

Today is the emperor's uncle's celebration banquet, all my loves, you don't have to be cautious, just do whatever you want.

As soon as the little emperor finished speaking, Eunuch Su gestured to the rear, and at the same time, a group of beautiful women poured into the hall.

This is a feast.

As the music sounded, the dancers flung off their long sleeves, dancing lightly.

The little emperor took a few glances and lost interest.

Feng Qian lowered his head, quietly looked at the dishes on the table in front of him, then slowly raised his white and delicate hands, and ate quietly.

After a while like this, the little emperor was probably full and put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Fushu handed over a clean handkerchief.

Feng Qian froze for a moment, took it over, and wiped her mouth lightly.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the song and dance performance, but they didn't see that their little emperor was so cute that it was a foul at the moment.

Fu Shu gently lowered his eyes.

Such a little emperor makes people want to treat him well.

Although everyone said that the little emperor was useless, she felt that the little emperor was simple and beautiful, and he would be a good emperor in the future.

Feng Qian's eyes fell on Feng Jue at the bottom left.

Feng Jue sat on his seat in an orderly manner, and the dishes in front of him hardly moved.

This person is serious, his beautiful phoenix eyes seem to be frozen, it seems that just looking at him will make people feel an overwhelming chill for no reason.

The other party casually sipped the tea in front of him, not even a drop of wine. From beginning to end, he looked at everything in front of him with a cold expression.

It was as if nothing in this world could arouse his desire.

No desire, no desire, nothing.

It's the ultimate indifference.

Perhaps the little emperor's gaze was too hot, Feng Jue paused slightly for holding the teacup, and casually raised his eyes to glance at the little emperor sitting on the main seat.

Those eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth.

Feng Qian tilted his head, and the crowns on his head intertwined with the movements of the little emperor, ding ding dong dong, the sound was clear and sweet.

Feng Jue only glanced at the other party, then looked away.

He gently put down the teacup in his hand and put it back in place meticulously.

The white and slender hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, returning to their usual coolness.

The little emperor blinked and said, What kind of reward does the emperor want?

The little emperor's voice is soft and waxy, very pleasant to hear.

Feng Jue frowned unobtrusively, and his eyes lightly fell on the opponent.

The voice was cold: No need.

It was only two words, but it was extremely cold.

The other party's voice was obviously nice, but it was inexplicably cold.