The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 287 Isn't Wei Qing in the Prison?
"I think there must be something wrong with your eyes. I have fair skin and beautiful long legs. What's wrong?" Yan Ruoli watched the king of Shu deliver French fries to his mouth one by one, the fire in his eyes was like seeing a hair dryer more and more prosperous.

Just eat something, it's not over yet, is it?

Wonder if her new batch of potatoes hasn't grown yet?
With just that little inventory, how could it be enough to make this product!

"What is so fragrant?" Just as Yan Ruoli's volcano was ready to go, Mo Tianhui's voice sounded at the door, accompanied by the sound of footsteps walking all the way.

The gate of the main hall was opened, and Mo Tianhui's delicate face appeared in front of the three of them. Aunt Ruyu hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, "His Royal Highness, Jin An."

Mo Tianhui waved his hands, not paying attention to Aunt Ruyu, walked quickly to the table, looked at the only fried golden potato sticks on the table and asked King Shu: "Brother Sanhuang, can this be eaten?"

The King of Shu nodded, looking at Mo Tianhui with pampering eyes.

For this younger sister, he loves and hates at the same time. He loves her because she is the only daughter of his father, and hates her because she is born of the empress dowager.

Therefore, although he liked her very much since he was a child, he never dared to get close to her.

As for Mo Tianhui, although he had nothing to do with the King of Shu, he always called him Brother Three Emperors and treated him with respect, so Mo Tianhui would believe what the King of Shu said.

Yan Ruoli watched Mo Tianhui grab the french fries calmly and ate them, her eyes swept over her body.

Noticing that she had a strong smell of scorching heat on her body, and her small face was also flushed due to the strong sunlight, she knew that she should have come from the Jinluan Hall.

"How's Wei Qing?" Yan Ruoli asked, but Yan Ruoli didn't tease Mo Tianhui as much as before.

As for the French fries, let's just reward her for taking care of Wei Qing these days.

Hearing Yan Ruoli's question, Mo Tianhui immediately became unhappy, and while taking the French fries dipped in salt and pepper by the King of Shu, he said displeasedly: "You still have the nerve to ask, Wei Qing is also your younger brother ? You don't care about this princess, this princess can understand, but you let him bask in the sun for so long, and you all returned to Cuiyunxuan, why didn't you send someone to notify?"

Seeing Mo Tianhui's bulging cheeks, Yan Ruoli immediately thought of the little hamster in the cartoon, and wanted to pinch her eager paws.

Thinking of Mo Tianhui's always explosive character, she finally resisted the impulse in her heart.

Resting her chin on the table with one hand, and tapping the table boredly with the other hand, Yan Ruoli said with a teasing face, "He did something wrong, and he deserves to be taught a lesson. Being exposed to the sun is already a shame." The lightest punishment."

She said so on her lips, but in her heart, she felt her heart ache when she heard that Wei Qing was exposed to the sun, but she was stubborn in front of Mo Tianhui, and she was determined not to show it.

With a bang, Mo Tianhui slapped the table with his palm, and his eyes were full of angry little flames.

Before she could speak, the King of Shu hurriedly smoothed things over: "Don't worry, don't worry, just speak up if you have something to say, how can I hear the clouds and mist? Why is the sun exposed? Isn't Wei Qing in the prison?"

Mo Tianhui didn't pay attention to the King of Shu behind him, but stared at Yan Ruoli, as if she had to give her an explanation.

Yan Ruoli stared at Mo Tianhui's angry appearance, but laughed bitterly in her heart.

This girl lost her temper because of Wei Qing, which shows how much she cares about Wei Qing.

The brat met such a good girl because of the good fortune he cultivated in his previous life.

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)