The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 361

Just now he was angry and murderous, but in the blink of an eye, he became aggrieved and angry, looking like a mountain rain is about to come.

Aunt Ruyu didn't know how to persuade her for a while.

"Yan, Ms. Yan, how about, why don't you go to the side hall to rest for a night! If you have anything to say, tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow? It's strange if I can sleep. Say, what's going on? My senior sister is not a good princess, so why marry a bad old man who is not rubbish..."

The little girl who was about to cry, seemed to change her face, and in an instant began to be filled with righteous indignation.

It was the first time for Aunt Ruyu and Manzhen to see such a person, and they were really startled by the speed of her face-changing.

Also, where did the bad old man come from?
Her family's emperor is obviously personable and handsome, okay?

How did you become a bad old man?

You are blind!Still blind?

Aunt Ruyu couldn’t get over her anger, so she naturally spoke in a nonchalant tone: “I’m going to ask you, the emperor of the Big Smoke Kingdom, do you want to rest, girl? If you don’t want to rest, the old slave will resign, the old slave here……"

Yan Ruyu disappeared like a gust of wind before he could say that there were still many things to do.

Disappeared!
Yes, it just disappeared.

Manzhen was afraid at first, but now she just rolled her eyes and fainted again!
Aunt Ruyu sighed, reached out to support Manzhen, and walked slowly to her room.

As for where Yan Ruyu went, she didn't care at all.

She could see that that ordinary person couldn't be hurt.

……

early morning.

Yan Wang's mansion exploded.

King Yan looked at himself in the mirror, blowing his beard and staring with anger.

Of course, he had to have a beard.

Princess Yan covered her head with a towel, and burst into tears: "Who is this who received a thousand knives, how could he treat us like this, lord, you must make decisions for your concubines..."

"Why howling? Didn't this king shave his hair and beard? This king didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

Yan Wang was really angry, and when he spoke, he completely lost the demeanor of a former emperor.

Princess Yan was so frightened that she trembled, she didn't dare to cry, she could only sob softly, her face full of grievances.

"My lord..." A guard at the door announced loudly.

King Yan waved his hands impatiently; "I have something to say, this king is very annoying now."

Since the disgrace in the Golden Luan Hall, he has almost become the laughing stock of the entire capital city, not to mention going out, he even dared not go out of his own bedroom, for fear of seeing others secretly laughing at him.

Every time he thinks about this, Yan Wang grits his teeth in hatred, why did he give birth to such two worry-free children.

"My lord, someone sent a letter from outside." The guard said tremblingly, his face full of fear.

The prince has been in a bad mood recently, why is he so unlucky today, he was assigned to the inner courtyard.

Princess Yan saw that King Yan's complexion was getting worse, so she had no choice but to stop sobbing, got up and went to the door to take the letter from the guard's hand: "Go! Your lord will be very annoying, don't let anyone come and disturb..."

The guard hesitated to speak, and finally turned and left without saying anything.

Princess Yan came back with the letter. Although she was sad, she was even more curious about who would deliver the letter to them at this time.

King Yan's expression was extremely bad, and he had no intention of reading the letter.

Princess Yan glanced at him tentatively, seeing that he had no intention of stopping her, she opened the letter by herself.

"Ah! This, what is this thing!"

King Yan was startled by Princess Yan's exclamation, turned around and saw a blood-stained feather quietly falling on the ground, and beside the feather were written the four characters "Selling a Girl for Glory".

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

(End of this chapter)