Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 353 The Empress Willing to Be Your Majesty's Minister (3)

What made Feng Qian stunned was the identity of the other party.

His Royal Highness Mu Yan's soul fragment.

The only man in the hall was the Prime Minister whom the original owner had been thinking about.

With such beauty, it's no wonder the original owner looked down on others.

only……

The wind is light and a bit square.

Shards hated the original owner so much, it was to the point of taking the initiative to pretend to be a beautiful man.

It seems that this plane will not be so easy to get along with.

Feng Qian glanced at the other party, then looked away.

With a sullen little face, he slowly walked forward and sat down on the dragon chair.

Bai Ruan's little hands rested on the armrest carelessly.

The beautiful eyes scanned the bottom quietly.

There is nothing special about the process of the early court. There is nothing wrong today, but the court retreated early.

Feng Qian sat on the dragon chair, quietly watching a group of female officials exit the hall.

When the people were almost gone, the girl lowered her head and lifted the red gauze skirt, and walked down the steps slowly.

"His Majesty."

A light and pleasant voice came from behind.

Feng Qian paused and looked back.

The snow-white figure behind walked unhurriedly in front of Her Majesty the Queen, three steps away from the girl.

safe distance.

Feng Qian looked at the fragments silently, and asked quietly: "What's the matter?"

Her Majesty's attitude today also made Qingye a little dazed.

From the moment the girl entered the hall, Qingye vaguely felt that the girl seemed to be a different person.

In the past, in the early morning, the queen would always stare at Qingye in a daze from time to time.

But today, the other party only looked at him when they entered the hall.

For the rest of the time, he listened carefully to the words of the female officer below.

Qingye breathed a sigh of relief.

fair enough.

Saved some hassle.

He calmed down and looked up at the Queen: "Your Majesty...is dissatisfied with the servant you sent me last night?"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and stared at the other party.

After watching for a while, the girl asked: "If you are dissatisfied, what will you do?"

If in the past, when the queen asked this question, Qingye would definitely reply: "If your majesty is dissatisfied, I will choose another beautiful servant to send to your majesty."

But now, when meeting the girl's dark and clear eyes, Qing Ye was stunned, silent and did not speak.

Feng Qian asked thoughtfully, "Will... pick another batch of people to send?"

The beautiful young man in front of him froze for a moment, lowering his eyes.

After a while, he replied, "Yes."

This was his initial thought, and the other party guessed right.

Feng Qian looked at the fragments, and the girl suddenly moved closer to him.

Qingye froze, pursed her lips and took a few steps back.

The tip of the nose is still lingering with a few wisps of the elegant fragrance from the girl.

Feng Qian bowed his head, stretched out his small hand, and hooked his fingertips around the jade pendant on the boy's waist.

He asked in a muffled voice, "Don't you regret it?"

"Um?"

Qing Ye was stunned for a moment.

Feng Qian fiddled with the other party's jade pendant, then let go of her hand, silently took a small step back, and raised her eyes to look at the other party.

The girl looked serious: "I don't regret it... let others approach me?"

Before the boy in a daze opposite could react.

Feng Qian lowered his eyes, and said obediently: "Well, forget it, I won't tease you."

After the words fell, the girl left without looking back.

The beautiful red figure gradually faded out of sight.

In the hall.

Lord Prime Minister Qingye froze in place for a long time, then lowered his eyes silently, his gaze fell on the jade pendant at his waist.

Whispering softly: "Will... regret it..."

The young man's long eyelashes drooped down, covering the dark light in his cold eyes.

He is not a kind person, so why talk about regretting it.

regret?

Mostly...it's also nonsense.

…

The palace bedroom.

Feng Qian sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and yawned, and slowly took off the phoenix crown on his head.

Sure enough, being a queen is as tiring as ever.