Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

The young man put his hands on his knees, curled up in the corner, his black hair was loose and fell on his shoulders, his complexion was too fair, and his clean and clear eyes were full of helplessness and fear at this time.

He held the silver hairpin in his hand with his fingertips and lifted it weakly, his thin body trembling slightly.

The linen-colored clothes were slightly torn, and a snow-white arm was exposed.

Feng Qian looked at the corner and felt the breath of His Highness.

She paused slightly and looked at the two people in the room with a cold expression.

"He, I took it away."

The girl's voice was similar to the temperament around her, clear and cold.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of being suppressed for no reason.

After recovering, the man in pink put his hands on his hips.

"How did you little girl break into our Yunshang Pavilion? Hazelnut, chase away the guests."

The burly man nodded, looking fiercely at Feng Qian.

The girl in white stood there calmly, the light in her eyes was faint and calm.

Feng Qian was too lazy to deal with it, she stepped forward and approached the corner.

Feeling that someone was approaching, the young man clenched the silver hairpin in his hand, and the bones of the white and tender hand were clearly defined.

He silently curled up in the corner, his chin resting on his knees, and the tip of the silver hairpin pointed straight at the approaching girl.

A gesture of protection and vigilance.

Feng Qian directly created a teleportation array and brought the fragments to his mansion.

After the white light flashed, the little boy was slightly stunned, and fell down on the cold grass.

The silver hairpin in his hand dropped, and his dark eyes blinked.

Holding the grass in his palms, he looked up at the girl in white in front of him.

The cold moonlight shone down, outlining the girl's beautiful and beautiful eyebrows.

The girl's dark eyes were like a calm pool, slightly cold.

The little boy stared at it for a while, then returned to his senses.

He didn't stand up, and hugged his knees, helpless like a child.

The messy black hair slipped down, covering the young man's fair face.

He was silent, and the silver hairpin lay quietly at the boy's feet.

He didn't pick it up, as if he wanted to completely close himself up and curl up into a ball.

With the cold moonlight at night, it's a little pitiful.

Feng Qian lifted his foot and took a few steps.

The young man lowered his eyes, looked past the jet-black ink hair, and saw the corner of the other party's snow-white skirt.

He unconsciously folded his shoulders.

In order to maintain the character, Feng Qian made his tone seem calm and indifferent: "Can you stand up?"

The boy's eyes blinked and moved slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Feng Qian changed the question: "What's your name? Where is your home?"

The teenager pursed his lips and said softly, "Di Zhao."

After a pause, he added: "Home...I...don't know."

The boy's voice was clean, very young, and revealed a little helplessness.

It seems that this time the fragment is a little pitiful again.

Feng Qian wanted to pat his head.

The girl pursed her lips and asked again, "Di Zhao, why were you there just now?"

The boy bit his lip and shook his head obediently.

"do not know."

He hugged his knees, "When you wake up, it's there."

Feng Qian squatted down.

Di Zhao was stunned, a little stiff.

The girl's voice was cold: "Don't be afraid."

It was obviously a voice without emotion, but Di Zhao felt that suddenly, there was a beam of light that was not icy, melting a tip of the iceberg.

He was in a trance, pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooped down, and a few strands of black hair fell on the grass.

"Have you bullied you?"

Di Zhao blinked, recalling the scene when he was there, his lips paled slightly, and he began to feel a little uneasy.

That uneasy and helpless feeling made him feel like he was in an ice cellar, as if he was swallowed by the thick darkness in an instant.