Chapter 51: Uncle, want to hug (5)
All the people have arrived, but the little emperor on the throne is quiet and does not move.
Eunuch Su approached Feng Qian and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's your turn to speak."
The little emperor blinked, a little confused.
"say what?"
Fu Shu seemed to have long expected such a thing to happen, and secretly stuffed a small note into the little emperor's hand.
Feng Qian blinked, squeezed the note in his hand, and glanced down.
No one saw.
The little emperor quietly opened the note.
This scene fell in the eyes of the Prime Minister Situ Yan.
Situ Yan calmly took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Ah.
This little emperor is really hilarious...
Feng Qian tilted his head and glanced at the words on the note, then slowly squeezed the note into a ball and stuffed it into the wide cuff, pretending that nothing had happened.
Fu Shu approached Feng Qian gently and whispered in her ear: "Your Majesty, you have to read it according to the words on the note."
The little emperor nodded slightly.
Feng Qian looked at the officials below and cleared his throat.
"Today is the emperor's uncle's celebration feast. You don't have to be cautious, you can just do what you want."
As soon as the little emperor's voice fell, Eunuch Su made a gesture to the rear, and at the same time, a group of beautiful women poured into the hall.
This is a feast.
The music sounded, and the dancers threw off their long sleeves and danced lightly.
The little emperor took a few glances and lost interest.
Feng Qian lowered his head and quietly looked at the dishes on the table in front of him, then slowly raised his fair and tender little hands to eat quietly.
After a while, the little emperor was full and put down his chopsticks.
Fushu handed over a clean handkerchief.
Feng Qian was stunned for a while, took it over, and wiped his mouth lightly.
At this moment, everyone was attracted by the singing and dancing performances, but they didn't see that their little emperor was so cute and foul at the moment.
Fu Shu lowered his eyes slightly.
Such a little emperor can't help but want to be nice to him.
Although everyone said that the little emperor was a piece of crap, she felt that the little emperor was simple and beautiful, and would be a good emperor in the future.
Feng Qian's gaze fell on Feng Jue at the lower left.
Feng Jue sat in the seat in an orderly manner, and the dishes in front of him hardly moved.
This person is serious, and there seems to be ice in his beautiful phoenix eyes. It seems that just looking at him will make people feel an overwhelming chill.
The other party casually sipped the tea in front of him, not drinking a drop of alcohol. From beginning to end, he looked at everything in front of him with a cold expression.
It was as if nothing in this world could arouse his desire.
No desire, no desire, nothing.
It's utter indifference.
Xu Shi's gaze was too hot, Feng Jue's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and he casually looked up at the little emperor in the main seat.
His eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth.
Feng Qian tilted his head, the Mian on his head intertwined with the movements of the little emperor, ding ding dong dong, the sound was clear and sweet.
Feng Jue only glanced at the other party, and then withdrew her gaze.
He put down the teacup in his hand gently and meticulously put it back in place.
The white and slender hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, returning to the usual coldness.
The little emperor blinked and said, "What reward does the uncle want?"
The little emperor's voice was soft and glutinous, very nice.
Feng Jue frowned slightly, her eyes lightly falling on the other side.
The voice was cold: "No need."
It's just two words, but it's cold to the extreme.
The other party's voice was obviously nice, but inexplicably cold.