Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

study.

Feng Qian leaned over the table, and there was a heavy dictionary in front of her.

She lowered her head, her long hair fell down her shoulders and slid onto the cold table.

Next to it is a piece of draft paper, the original white paper has become a mess at this moment.

Feng Qian held a pen in his hand, held it with his fingers, and casually poked his cheek with the cap of the pen.

Occasionally, she would write a few scribbles on the draft paper, but they were quickly erased by her.

What makes Feng Qian difficult is what name to give the baby.

As soon as the little guy was born, the mark of the main god on his forehead was lit up, and he was born to be the main god.

You can't just choose a name to fool around, Feng Qian still wants to be serious.

But... a bit difficult.

Between coaxing the baby and choosing a name, Feng Qian chose the latter, but found that choosing a name seemed a little more distracting.

She raised her hand to scratch her hair, and finally gave up struggling, and lay down on the table weakly.

Her beautiful eyes were also half closed, not wanting to move at all.

How about...just call him Mu Xiaoyan...

Uh……

It doesn't seem to work. I guess the little guy will question her when he grows up.

Feng Qian decided to take his time and lie down for a while.

master bedroom.

Mu Yan sat beside the crib, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked down at the sleeping baby inside.

The Lord God's imprint on the forehead of the little Lord God is golden, and the beautiful color flows smoothly, which is very similar to the light gold in His Highness's eyes, with a bit of blurred and dreamy beauty.

Mu Yan curled his lips, the curve was very light, but it was very gentle.

The slender, white fingers slowly stretched out, gently touching the child's face.

He smiled lightly, his voice very soft.

The baby's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Qianqian, very cute, especially the eyes.

The other facial features are very similar to him.

He couldn't help but think of the shallow stare with the baby in the forbidden area.

He never regretted, picked her up.

After confirming that the baby was sound asleep, Mu Yan got up gently, closed the door, and walked towards the study.

He lowered his head and opened the study door, and looked up.

The little girl was sitting on the seat, with her head resting on her arms, and she fell asleep heartlessly. Her long hair covered half of her face, and there was a faint tendency to slip.

He paused slightly and approached slowly.

Walking to the table, Mu Yan looked down at the draft paper in the girl's hand.

It was painted in a mess, but it was also very cute.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he walked around to the girl's side, bent over, raised his fingertips lightly, and brushed the other's hair that blocked his face behind his ears, revealing that delicate and fair side face.

The corners of His Highness Mu Yan's lips twitched unconsciously, he lowered his eyes, wrapped his fingers under Feng Qian's knees, and hugged her slightly forcefully.

Very gentle princess hug.

Feng Qian also woke up, and after her eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her hazy eyes.

Seeing that it was His Highness, she rubbed her hands slightly, and raised her hand to hook His Highness's neck.

The little girl's voice was a little confused: "It's so hard to come up with a name..."

Mu Yan originally wanted to carry Feng Qian back to the bedroom, but when he heard what the little girl said, he changed his mind and hugged her to sit on the seat.

Let Feng Qian sit on his lap.

"Any thoughts, Qianqian?"

Mu Yan's eyes fell on the messy draft paper, and he asked the little girl in his arms quite patiently.

Feng Qian blinked and said in a low voice, "Mu Xiaoyan..."

She did think about it.

So...a very honest answer.

Mu Yan was stunned, then looked down at Feng Qian.

He pursed his lips slightly, and said softly, "I would think Qianqian was calling me."

"Mu Xiaoyan?"

Feng Qian yelled again. His eyes also blinked.

Mu Yan was a little helpless, and raised his hand to scrape the tip of the windy nose.

He looked at the dictionary in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly, "How about he and Qianqian get along."