Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 382 The Empress Willing to Be Your Majesty's Minister (32)

Although I don't know why His Majesty traded such an inconspicuous bead.

but……

As long as the child in front of him is not taken back to the palace by His Majesty, there will be no problem in trading several times.

After getting the white pearl that was traded, Qingye stood up indifferently.

"Where to go, you decide for yourself."

"The only requirement is not to appear in front of her."

Yan Luo was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that the "she" the other party was referring to was the girl who was going to trade with him before.

Yan Luo also knew in his heart how much money it would cost to redeem him.

He didn't quite believe it either, the girl said she would get him out of trouble.

After all, who would be willing to pay a huge price just for a... worthless bead.

And right now, everything that happened was telling him.

The other party did it and fulfilled the promise.

And he... also regained his freedom.

Just as Qing Ye walked out of the room, Yan Luo turned to the young man's back and said, "Master, please thank that girl for me."

The young man outside the door paused for a moment and did not speak.

Continue to go forward and turn into the next room.

Feng Qian sat on the chair, propped his chin sleepily, and rested his elbows on the table.

Hearing the knock on the door, the girl raised her eyes.

"alright?"

Qing Ye lowered her eyes, walked over and circled the queen.

"Um."

He mumbled, rubbing his chin on the girl's shoulder a few times.

The tone was a bit jealous, and he stuffed the white pearl into the girl's hand, "It's something that the wife master traded."

Feng Qian blinked, raised his hand and looked at the white pearl in his palm.

Some doubts.

The power of the main god on the white bead has only a tiny amount of power left.

Feng Qian thought of the previous plane again, the scene after the debris touched the white bead.

The power of the main god should be able to automatically sense the fragments, and will actively enter the fragments for protection.

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Qingye saw the girl staring at Baizhu in a daze.

The tone was a little sour again: "Does the wife master like this bead so much?"

"Huh?" Feng Qian looked up at the boy.

"No, this is actually for you."

Feng Qian said honestly.

It's just...it's useless now.

"Give me?"

Qing Ye was slightly stunned, never thinking that the other party's transaction was actually for him.

After a moment of silence, Qing Ye silently took back the beads from the girl's hand.

"Since it was given to me, I will accept it."

Although……

This thing belongs to that person, and it's very inconspicuous.

However, since it was given to him by the wife-lord, then... just accept it.

Someone put away the beads while disgusted.

Then he directly hugged the girl by the waist.

Qing Ye curled her lips: "My wife, it's time to go back to sleep."

Suddenly caught off guard again, Feng Qian blinked her eyes, then hugged her waist tightly.

His head was also buried in the boy's arms.

"Um."

Because her head was buried in the opponent's arms, the girl's voice was a little low, low and soft.

Qing Ye's hand on the girl's waist tightened slightly.

The girl in his arms frowned, and didn't care anymore.

When the white-clothed boy walked through the interior of Fengming Tower with the girl in his arms, everyone who saw it was shocked by the scene.

Also thinking about the identity of the other party.

Qingye carried the girl through the crowd.

It was very late at this point.

There are only a few night passers-by in twos and threes on the street.

When he returned to the inn, the shopkeeper yawned and came over to open the door. If he hadn't been impressed by the youth's amazing appearance, he wouldn't have let the two of them into the inn so soon.

The shopkeeper was also puzzled.

What did these two people do, come back so late?