Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Jue and the little emperor got into the carriage together.

The little emperor's round and beautiful eyes rolled around, looking at the environment in the carriage with some curiosity.

The carriage has a lot of space, but everything is simple and gray and white.

Fortunately, there was a layer of fluffy cushions on the soft couch.

It looks like new.

Withdrawing his gaze, the little emperor picked up the large dragon robe with his white and tender hands, and sat down slowly.

Feng Jue's eyes were cold, he glanced at the other party lightly, and then sat down slowly.

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.

Feng Jue closed her eyes, as if she was closing her eyes to rest her mind.

The little emperor stared at him for a long time, a little sleepy, with tears in his beautiful eyes.

Feng Qian looked at the other party, then found a comfortable position and lay down on the soft couch, and soon fell asleep.

Seeing that the little emperor hadn't moved for a long time, Feng Jue opened his eyes.

However, he saw the little emperor sleeping soundly on the soft couch.

The other party was not sleeping very comfortably. In order not to press the crown on the top of his head, the little emperor lay on the soft couch with his face sideways, his beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned.

Feng Jue lowered his eyes.

I don't know why, but I don't want to see the other party suffer a little bit of grievance.

He was probably a little... dazed.

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After sleeping in the carriage for a while, now Feng Qian is sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the dark minister below, still a little dazed.

The little emperor blinked his eyes in a little bewilderment.

The minister below bent his waist slightly, waiting respectfully for the Ninth Five-Year Lord above to speak.

Situ Yan glanced at the slightly confused little emperor, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The little emperor is really cute.

Very satisfying.

Feng Qian thought for a while, and then said slowly: "There is something to play, and there is nothing to retreat."

The little emperor's voice was soft and waxy, without the majesty of the emperor.

Many ministers in the court are actually very dissatisfied with the current little emperor, but after all, the little emperor was supported by the prime minister alone, and as a member of the prime minister's party, he still has to give three points of favor.

As for the little emperor's speech, it is enough to go in the left ear and out the right ear. The real decision-making power is still in the hands of the prime minister.

Gu Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, saw that no one was playing, so he took a step forward respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the recent famine in Luoyun City is a natural disaster. The people in the city have been displaced and suffered unspeakably. I dare to ask Your Majesty to allocate funds to relieve the disaster and appease the people of Luoyun City, so as to demonstrate the benevolence of our emperor, Feng Qiguo."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, and his eyes fell on the other party.

The little emperor searched the memory of the original owner.

Gu Yuan, Minister of Rituals, is the new champion.

In my impression, this person is upright and honest, he is concerned about the country and the people, and puts the people first in everything. He is a rare honest official.

The other party is about twenty years old, with delicate features, young and promising.

Probably because of his youthful vigor, although he has a sense of righteousness, he doesn't understand the deep waters of court.

In another parallel time and space, Gu Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, offended the prime minister because of his words, and was ostracized by the prime minister's henchmen, and died unexpectedly.

Feng Qian pondered for a while.

Since you want to prevent the prime minister from seeking power and usurping the throne, you have to be a wise king.

Then, you should also find some helpers.

The little emperor said: "Since it is a natural disaster, the imperial court will naturally not sit idly by."

The little emperor's eyes fell on Shangshu Hubu.

"Shangshu Hubu."

Asked, Hubu Shangshu raised his foot and took a step forward: "My minister is here."

The little emperor tilted his head, "According to the usual practice, the disaster relief funds will be allocated to the people of Luoyun City."

Hubu Shangshu raised his eyes in surprise and hesitated: "This..."

He raised his eyes and asked the prime minister for help.

Situ Yan was slightly startled, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the little emperor on the dragon chair.

Usually when encountering such a situation, the little emperor would always ask him to make a decision.

But now, the little emperor doesn't ask for his opinion at all...

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