The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 197 The Princess Will Kill You
Zhao Changqing was very happy. If it was done, even if the emperor objected, due to the princess's reputation, he probably had to agree!
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to reach out and touch Mo Tianhui's face.

"Zhao Changqing, if you dare to touch this princess, I will kill you." Mo Tianhui had no choice but to kick Zhao Changqing's lifeblood.

He dared to do this in the palace, if he was caught in a place where there was no one, wouldn't he be innocent.

She would rather die than let him succeed.

Several palace people who were restrained struggled, Yun Cui burst into tears, opened her mouth to call for help, but was blocked.

Zhao Changqing saw through Mo Tianhui's thoughts, reached out and grabbed her feet and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I have suffered a lot from you. Why can't you change your tactics because you still don't have a long memory?"

"Zhao Changqing, I want to kill you, I must kill you, I will let the emperor kill you..."

Mo Tianhui struggled to take her foot back, but was held tightly by Zhao Xiaohou, who refused to let go.

And he also rushed forward, grabbed Mo Tianhui's arm and pulled him into his arms.

"Come on, let Ye Xiang be alone, anyway, we will be husband and wife in the future, so the princess should stop being pretentious with Lord Ben Hou."

"I'm not, this princess will not marry you even if she dies, you are delusional..."

Mo Tianhui struggled, scratching randomly with both hands, and accidentally scratched Zhao Changqing's face.

Suddenly, burning pain spread across his face, accompanied by drops of blood falling down.

He reached out and touched his face, and he, who always thought he was flirtatious, suddenly became angry.

Raising his hand, he slapped Mo Tianhui fiercely on the face: "Is it a face for you? I think it's great to think that I am a princess, and you don't want to see who is protecting your emperor brother now." world."

Dare to scratch his face before he is married, wouldn't it be heaven if he were married?

What my cousin said is right, this woman must be controlled, if you can't control her, she will have to control you later.

Mo Tianhui staggered from the beating, and threw herself to the side.

In a flash, someone caught Mo Tianhui in time, and immediately asked, "Are you okay?"

The faint scent of green grass hit Mo Tianhui's heart violently.

Although she didn't see who the person who helped her was, she lost her heart inexplicably the moment the other person helped her.

Looking up, he saw a man with delicate features looking at her worriedly under the sunlight.

How could there be such a good-looking man in the world, so beautiful that she couldn't move her eyes away.

"That kid, who are you! Let her go now."

Seeing the woman he likes being embraced by others, how could Master Zhao Xiaohou swallow this breath, he stepped towards this side, and beat her with his fist without even thinking about it.

Yan Weiqing twisted handsomely, turned around with Mo Tianhui in his arms, and kicked Zhao Changqing away.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Where did this Lengtouqing come from, even Zhao Xiaohou dared to beat him, so he really didn't want to live?

Or do you not know the identity of Lord Zhao Xiaohou at all?

They would rather believe the latter more.

When Mo Tianhui came back to his senses, seeing this scene, his eyes were filled with excitement and he said, "Beat him, beat him quickly, beat him hard, beat him to death."

If you dare to touch this princess, you will kill him.

Yan Weiqing was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the little girl beside him, but saw that her eyes were shining with excitement, and her whole body exuded an excited aura, which was really cute.

He, who had never caused trouble before, suddenly got hotheaded and walked towards Zhao Changqing who got up.

As for the identity of the other party and why he would bully the weak woman here, he has no time to take care of it.

For a while, there was an endless stream of encouraging voices in the narrow corridor: "Beat him, beat him to death."

(End of this chapter)