Chapter 82： Uncle, want to hug (36)

When they came out again, Feng Jue walked out of the Golden Palace with the little emperor who had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

The messy clothes of the two of them just now were reorganized, and there was no trace of blushing and heartbeat at all.

The little emperor unconsciously hugged each other's waist and rubbed lightly.

The corners of Feng Jue's lips were slightly hooked, and regardless of the strange eyes of everyone's gossip, she struttingly carried the little emperor back to the bedroom.

As for the traces in the hall, of course, they have already been cleaned up.

When Fushu saw the little emperor in Feng Jue's arms, he was surprised for a moment.

Unexpectedly, King Zhenbei told her not to come, and he would take care of the little emperor himself.

Fu Shu froze in place for a long time, his head full of words from Fang Cai Feng Jue.

King Zhenbei takes care of... Your Majesty?

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Feng Jue asked Fu Shu to bring hot water for a bath, then closed the door, walked gently to the bed, and poked the other party's white tender face with her fair fingertips.

"Your Majesty, get up and take a shower."

Feng Qian didn't respond, grabbed the quilt with his little hands and turned over gently.

Feng Jue smiled.

He was just impulsive.

Did not hold back.

The little emperor must be exhausted after being tossed for a long time.

Feng Jue took the little emperor into his arms, raised his hand and gently untied the other side's shirt.

Then he carried the little emperor into the tub.

After cleaning, it was already dark.

Feng Jue was lying on the bed, with her slender fingers resting on the little emperor's waist, and rubbing gently, until the other party's eyebrows and eyes opened up, then he stopped and hugged the other party and gradually fell asleep.

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the next day.

Feng Qian faintly woke up and found himself being held in his arms.

Raising his eyes, he admired the beauty of the next fragment.

Feng Qian's head was blank for a moment.

After thinking of something, his face turned crimson.

Feng Qian pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes full of puzzlement.

Why does the fragment look so cold and abstinent, but it was like that yesterday...

The girl could not wait to bury her face in the bed.

But it's a bit miraculous that her waist doesn't seem to be so sore anymore...

When Feng Jue woke up, she saw the little emperor in her arms, her face was crimson, and she was in a daze.

He chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Your Majesty must be responsible to the ministers, and you must not renege on your debts."

Feng Qian: "!"

Apparently it was him...

So angry!

The shards are indeed broken again...

The girl angrily lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on some clothes at will, opened the door and walked out, ignoring the Feng Jue in the room.

More importantly, she felt… stay longer… Pills!

Feng Qian stopped early today for the first time, and locked herself in the imperial study after eating breakfast.

The little emperor was approving the memorial, but he was distracted throughout the whole process, and he started to stop at every turn.

After calming down, Feng Qian began to consider the words of the fragments.

be responsible to him.

And she is now a man, and she can't take the fragments into the palace.

Feng Qian pondered for a while, and then searched the memory of the original owner.

So, the common scene in the palace became like this.

Royal study.

"How was your homework today?"

"Master complimented me today."

"Hmm. Well done."

"Brother Huang, can I ask for a reward?"

Feng Qian glanced at the little kid in front of him and said, "Speak."

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he said expectantly, "I want to play for one more hour today!"

Feng Qian: "!"

She raised her hand and gave the little kid a shudder, "Study hard, don't always think about playing."

In the future, I will inherit my mantle.

Witches: "..."

The seven-year-old Feng Qianche pouted his lips, and his round eyes were full of grievances. In the end, he compromised and resignedly held the pen in his hand and buried himself in the sea of ​​books.