Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian blinked her eyes: "Give me a marriage?"

Who is this dog prime minister looking at?

Situ Yan's eyes lightly fell on Feng Jue: "The king of Zhenbei is indeed a hero of our dynasty. Now the king of Zhenbei has passed the year of weak crown, but he has not yet married a wife."

Feng Jue narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and her cold eyes fell on the opponent.

Situ Yan continued with a chuckle: "There is a young girl under my minister's house, who is twenty-eight years old. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she looks like a city."

He looked at Feng Jue: "Sister She and Zhenbei Wanglang are a match made in heaven, and I ask your majesty to marry them both."

Feng Qian: "!"

Dig... Dig the wall!

This dog prime minister dared to hit the idea of ​​shards!

The little emperor's round eyes widened.

Some angry.

Feng Jue resolutely refused: "Your Majesty, I have no intention of marrying a wife."

Feng Qian looked at Feng Jue and nodded.

Um.

Very good.

The pieces are mine!

No one is allowed to grab it!

Situ Yan pursed her lips: "It's okay not to give a marriage first. Your Majesty can let my sister-in-law go to the Zhenbei Palace for a while to cultivate and cultivate more relationships."

Feng Jue's indifferent face: "No need."

"Since the uncle is unwilling, the prime minister should not force you. If you want my sister to marry urgently, I can take her into the harem."

When the little emperor said this, not only the prime minister, Situ Yan, was stunned, but even Feng Jue, who was always cold and desireless, was also stunned.

"Your Majesty wants sister Nashe to enter the palace?" Situ Yan narrowed his eyes.

This little emperor, he is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows: "The Prime Minister is not willing?"

Situ Yan smiled: "Sister She is lucky to be able to get into His Majesty's eyes, how could I not want to."

Feng Qian blinked.

"Then choose a day to enter the palace."

When Situ Yan heard the words, his face changed slightly. Is this little emperor for real?

The beautiful words had already been spoken, but it was too late for him to take them back in front of so many ministers.

However, it is not impossible to marry Yan'er to the little emperor.

Situ Yan spoke after careful consideration.

"I will discuss with my sister about entering the palace as soon as I return from court."

The little emperor nodded.

There was no one to speak out, and the little emperor announced his resignation.

Feng Qian went to the imperial study to review the memorial.

There are not many memorials that need to be reviewed by her, and they are all trivial matters.

Since the original owner earlier agreed to let Situ Yan approve the memorials, most of the important memorials were not sent to the imperial study, but were handed over to the prime minister for review.

Although Feng Qian didn't want to review these boring memorials.

But for the mission, she endured it!

soon.

Prime Minister Situ Yan sent someone to send a portrait of his sister Situ Yan.

Eunuch Su presented the portrait on the table.

The little emperor blinked curiously, raised his white and tender hands and slowly unfolded the painting.

The woman in the painting has long-tailed eyebrows and looks like a country, but she is really a beauty.

Eunuch Su flattered: "Does Your Majesty still like it?"

Feng glanced at him lightly, and his eyes fell on the portrait again.

"She's a beauty."

Su Gonggong smiled openly: "Your Majesty likes it."

"By the way, Your Majesty, King Zhenbei is asking to see you."

Feng was stunned.

Fragments come to her?

"Let the emperor come in."

After a while, Feng Jue, dressed in a cool official uniform, approached the little emperor.

The aura around him was icy cold, which made people feel cold for no reason.

Feng Jue's cold eyes fell on the portrait in front of the little emperor carelessly.

He narrowed his phoenix eyes: "Your Majesty really intends to allow Situ Yan's sister to enter the palace?"

"That's right." The little emperor presented the portrait in front of him, raised his head and asked, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Feng Jue looked at the little emperor's clear eyes.

The heart constricted uncontrollably.

Feng Jue lowered his eyes.

what happened to him?

Why do you feel...aggrieved when you hear the other party say such things, and also have a feeling of being...abandoned?