Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

After a while.

There was a knock on the door.

Feng Qian walked over and opened the door.

A row of maids held trays with neatly folded new clothes on them.

The leading maid said respectfully to Chao Fengqian: "Lord Pavilion Master, these are the new clothes His Majesty gave to the young master."

Feng Qian looked at it, nodded, and signaled them to put the clothes in.

The maids filed in, put down their clothes, and retreated one after another.

The owner of the Kyushu Pavilion takes Nanqing as his apprentice.

No matter how poor this child is, he can't wear that old clothes every day.

This move is also a respect for the owner of the Kyushu Pavilion.

Emperor Jing was very careful.

Feng Qian's eyes fell on the clothes, and then he looked up at the silent boy.

"These are all yours," she said.

Nan Qing looked down, her expression unchanged.

He just mumbled, "Yeah."

Feng Qian thought for a while, and said: "Rest early."

After a pause, he added: "Tomorrow, you will go with me to the talent test."

"By the way, let's test your talent."

The wind said lightly.

Nan Qing lowered her eyes.

He read it in a book.

In Yunhuan Continent, children start to test their talents when they are five or six years old.

Those who are talented can practice.

If you are talented, you will be favored by many strong people, and you will be brought back to train yourself.

And he...

Ten years old has not yet tested talent.

Long past that age.

Even if he started to practice from now on, he should... be the weakest one.

Before, he never thought of practicing.

Now, the appearance of the girl has completely changed the trajectory of his life.

I don't know, is it good...or bad?

"What are you thinking?"

Feng Qian looked at the dazed young man in doubt.

Nan Qing regained her senses and lowered her head.

He said softly: "Nothing."

He was just thinking.

If it is tested that the talent is not good.

Will she still... accept him as an apprentice?

The boy pursed his lips.

Will he be...abandoned?

Or, return to that cold and silent cold palace...

The boy suppressed his emotions.

Silent.

Feng Qian glanced at him suspiciously, and said: "Then you have a good rest, see you tomorrow."

Nan Qing nodded silently.

Feng Qian glanced at the boy again before walking out of the room.

When leaving, close the door.

Nan Qing stood quietly on the spot.

a long time.

The boy turned his head and glanced at the closed door.

After staring at it for a while, he retracted his gaze.

Nan Qing lowered her eyes.

There was a little daze in the dark eyes.

Everything that is happening now is very sudden.

There's a feeling of... unreality.

If you send it, you will stay.

The boy suddenly raised his hand and opened his sleeves.

Exposing that delicate wrist bone.

still.

That touch of red mark.

And the silver bell tied on the wrist.

As if... just looking at it.

Only teenagers believe it.

All this happened for real.

…

the next day.

Feng Qian changed into formal attire.

It symbolizes the identity of the owner of the Kyushu Pavilion.

A young girl, beautiful and elegant.

Strength lies there.

No one dared to despise the young Lord of the Kyushu Pavilion.

Feng Qian came to the door of the fragmented room.

The girl raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After a while.

Nan Qing came over to open the door.

The boy lowered his eyes.

The old clothes from yesterday are still on her body.

Feng Qian asked him suspiciously: "Why don't you change into new clothes?"

Nan Qing was silent for a while, then explained in a low voice: "I... am not used to it."

Those clothes are gorgeous.

He never saw it.

Suddenly, I don't want to change it.

Feng Qian was stunned, and asked him: "Then you, follow me to the main hall now?"

The boy nodded quietly.

He lifted his foot and stepped out of the door, then stopped suddenly.

Feng Qian blinked in doubt.

"What's wrong?"

Nan Qing pursed her lips.

"I still... change a dress."

The boy turned around silently and closed the door.

Feng Qian stood outside the door.

Confused.

What are the fragments doing...?