The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 321 Write

He didn't rest in his dormitory in the middle of the night, and even brought a foreigner to the prison to listen to the wall, it really deserves to be beaten.

Pulling Yan Ruoli up and turning around to leave, Mo Lingtian gritted his teeth.

"Hey, hey, don't go! What should I do here?"

Xiaoyao waved his paws, begging for help as the two of them were leaving.

Jinyu waved his hand, and all the guards suddenly took a step forward. The sound of swords and swords made Xiaoyao tremble in fright, and he immediately fell silent and dared not speak any more.

Little life is important, second child is even more important.

Even if he considers himself to be excellent in lightness kungfu, he doesn't dare to confront toughness now.

Pulling Yan Ruoli forward all the way, Mo Lingtian walked quickly, as if there was something urgent waiting for him.

Yan Ruoli followed quickly on her short legs, wishing she could install a small motor on her legs.

"Your Majesty, can you walk slowly? The concubine really can't keep up."

Show your long legs, right?

Unexpectedly, Mo Lingtian stopped suddenly, Yan Ruoli didn't stop the brake, and bumped into it with a bang.

The nose hurt instantly as if it wasn't her own, Yan Ruoli squatted on the ground and wailed: "I don't take you like this, stop and don't say a word, are you jealous of my concubine's pretty little nose? If you are jealous..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt her whole body soaring into the air, and the next moment, she was carried by Mo Lingtian on her shoulders.

The man dislikes her for walking slowly, and her legs are still short, so that's all she can do.

"Hey, hey, you put me down, my stomach hurts because you are so sick."

Yan Ruoli stretched out her hand and beat Mo Lingtian's shoulders, her stomach felt like it was overwhelmed, and she wanted to spit on him everything she ate tonight.

Mo Lingtian ignored her at all, and strode forward, only wanting to return to Cuiyunxuan as soon as possible.

Eunuch Wei followed behind cautiously, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead from time to time, and at the same time sweating for Yan Ruoli.

When had his emperor been so angry?

It seems that only when you meet Concubine Yan will you lose control of your emotions.

"Write." Throwing the pen and paper in front of Yan Ruoli, Mo Lingtian uttered the word coldly.

Yan Ruoli's face was full of bewilderment, holding the writing brush that he forcibly stuffed over, she asked, "What do you write?"

It means that she doesn't know what to write, ah hello!

Mo Lingtian stared at her coldly, a pair of icy eyes shining with raging anger.

"What are you staring at Chen Qie? If you don't tell Chen Qie what to write, how will Chen Qie know what to write?"

Yan Ruoli was still bewildered.

Said that he didn't understand what Mo Lingtian was thinking?
"Write down what you know, and the names of all the men you know."

Sitting opposite Yan Ruoli, Mo Lingtian looked like I was looking at your writing today, full of anger.

Yan Ruoli shivered, she knew too many men, if she was asked to write this, she probably wouldn't be able to finish it in three days and three nights.

How could I be so unlucky that I caught up with this guy for interrogation inside and was caught straight.

"Why are you staring at me? Hurry up and write to me."

Mo Lingtian let out a low growl, making Yan Ruoli tremble in fright.

Just write and write, without such a scare.

Isn't the name or something easy to come by?

Seeing Yan Ruoli aggrievedly lying on the table writing his name, Mo Lingtian's cold gaze finally softened, but Yan Ruoli did not see it at all.

outside the temple.

Eunuch Wei stood under the icy moonlight, watching the heavy rain from the sky and lamenting his life.

"Eunuch, what should I do with this man?"

Jinyu's voice brought back Eunuch Wei's thoughts.

Turning his head to look at Xiaoyao who was surrounded by a group of guards behind him, a look of helplessness flashed in Eunuch Wei's eyes.

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

(End of this chapter)