Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian was not annoyed, but just closed the book calmly.

"Since Your Majesty does not want to be taught by Ai's family, Ai's family will leave."

If she doesn't teach Shards, she won't lose anything, and she can relax a lot, and continue to be her salted fish queen mother.

After finishing speaking, Feng Qian stood up and raised his foot to put the book in his hand back to its original place.

Jun Yu's dark eyes watched the girl's movements without blinking.

The little emperor didn't say a word, until he saw the queen mother walking towards the door of the imperial study, the little boy was slightly stunned.

I don't know why, but suddenly I am very irritable.

Before he knew it, he blurted out two words: "Stop."

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the little emperor behind him, with a noble and elegant posture.

"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

Looking at the girl's dark eyes, Jun Yu suddenly lost her momentum.

But the king does not allow himself to lose to others in momentum, especially women.

Thinking of this, the little emperor got up from his chair and said in an arrogant tone, "Have I allowed you to go?"

Feng Qian said in his heart, little brat.

"It's not that His Majesty doesn't want to listen to Ai's family's teachings. Now that it's like this, isn't it that words and deeds are inconsistent? The emperor will not backtrack."

The little emperor kept a straight face and frowned slightly.

He curled his lips, "I won't go back on my word."

"Oh." Feng Qian raised his eyebrows, "Then take my leave, Xiao Shiqi."

"you……"

The girl turned around and left, Jun Yu opened his lips and closed them again.

When the other party's finger touched the door, the little emperor opened his mouth: "I won't let you go."

Feng Qian paused, and slowly withdrew his raised hand.

The young empress dowager turned around, and her beautiful eyes looked at the ten-year-old little emperor with a smile that was not a smile.

When Jun Yu met the girl's eyes, he retracted them.

Although his small face was still stern and cold, his long curly eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his obsidian eyes.

The little emperor looked at the ground, "I can't live up to my father's will..."

so……

"You are not allowed to leave."

Jun Yu raised his eyes, and the awkward emotions just now were instantly dispelled, and his face was cold and arrogant again.

Feng Qian bent his eyes, and walked up to the little emperor.

Although the little emperor is only ten years old, he is about the same height as her.

Of course, it would be more fun if the pieces could be smaller.

However, a ten-year-old kid is also quite interesting.

"Seventeen is really filial." Feng Qian used the tone of a long-lost old mother again, "So, Seventeen, who is filial, should call the Ai family a mother?"

Jun Yu's expression froze.

Feng Qian continued: "Seventeen doesn't need to call the queen mother, but it's okay to call mother instead."

The little emperor narrowed his beautiful eyes.

what is mother

At first glance, the other party has no good intentions.

How can he be teased by a woman as the majestic king of a country?

That's why... don't call!

Jun Yu kept a straight face.

Feng Qian pretended to leave, but when he turned around, he felt his sleeves being pulled.

Her eyes fell, and she quietly looked at the little emperor's hand holding her sleeve.

The child's hands were as white as the snow, and against her golden sleeves embroidered with phoenix patterns, they looked a bit noble and unparalleled.

Although the child is not fully grown, his hand shape is very beautiful, and there is a hint of clear joints.

Jun Yu saw Feng Qian staring at his hand, and he quickly withdrew it.

The little emperor's expression was tangled for a moment, and he called out expressionlessly: "Mother."

Even though the young man tried his best to pretend to be mature, his voice still has a little childishness, especially when he speaks in a low voice, it will appear extraordinarily soft.

In an instant, the wind was full of maternal love, and he raised his hand to rub the little emperor's head.

Feeling the soft touch on the top of his head, Jun Yu frowned, and took a step back with a wooden face.