Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

In the incident of the premature death that year, it was obvious that the little prince did not die as the perpetrator expected, and there must be something wrong in some link.

It is not so easy to solve the mystery completely.

Let's not say that this happened fourteen years ago, the place where the incident happened is still in Tiancheng Kingdom, she is here, and the clues are limited, it is very difficult to find out the woman Wen who gave birth to Empress Xiaomin back then.

Probably, for the current plan, we still need to find clues from Cheng Ye.

When Feng Qian returned to the sleeping hall, he walked instead of taking a sedan chair.

The night wind was slightly cold, blowing the girl's head somewhat awake.

After stepping into his bedroom, the spirit of alcohol began to rise.

Because the original owner had never touched alcohol, she only drank two sips of fruit wine, but unexpectedly she was still a bit overwhelmed.

The girl's steps are a bit vain.

His complexion was as calm as ever, but his fair side face was stained with a faint crimson color.

Feng Qian fumbled back to his room, opened the door, and closed it.

The girl's vision was a bit blurry, and when she staggered to the bed, she was already unconscious from drunk.

She stared blankly at the little monk on the bed.

After a while, he tilted his head slightly.

"Cried?"

Feng Qian fluttered on the bed, supporting his body with his arms all the time, slowly raised his other hand, and his fingertips touched the tear stains at the corner of the little monk's eyes.

When touched, there was a coolness on the fingertips.

Feng Qian was startled.

She slowly leaned over and leaned on the little monk through a layer of quilt.

The girl's blue hair, like a waterfall, hangs down and spreads on the bed.

Staring blankly at the tears in the corners of the little monk's eyes.

She stretched out her fingertips again, trying to wipe them off, but it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wipe away the other party's tears.

Feng Qian frowned, moved, and rested his palms on the little monk's sides.

The blue hair also slid down with the girl's movements, covering the face of the little fragment.

The girl seemed to be in a daze, paused, and slowly leaned over.

With such an action, it is impossible for Wangchen not to be woken up.

He opened his eyes, and saw the girl's face very close.

Wang Chen was stunned, suddenly, as if he was frozen, he didn't dare to move anymore.

There was a numb itchy touch on the face.

His long eyelashes fluttered and drooped slightly, covering the beautiful broken light in the bottom of his eyes.

The girl's movements gradually stopped, she raised her head slightly, and looked down at Wang Chen.

Afterwards, the girl tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.

There was no movement, and Wangchen didn't dare to move.

His face seemed to be on fire.

There seems to be something wrong with the body.

The whole person's nerves were tense to the extreme, his back was slightly arched, and his fingertips grasped the bed sheet under him tightly.

There is a thin mist overflowing in the clear eyes, and there are small shimmering ripples in the inside.

Wangchen pursed his lips and remained silent.

It wasn't until the sound of the girl's even breathing came from his ears that Wangchen relaxed a little, his tightly bowed back slowly relaxed, and his fingers parted the bed sheet under him.

He moved slightly, and the girl lying on top of him frowned, rubbed her shoulders, and fell asleep again.

Wangchen didn't dare to move again.

He stared blankly at the bed curtain above his head.

Suddenly, I understood why Uncle Huikong said that his fate was not over.

He has never stepped into the world of mortals, so it is impossible to talk about the world of mortals.