The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 363 Thank You General For Your Help
Yan Wang's face darkened, and he said displeasedly: "Are you accusing your father?"

When the child grows up, his wings will harden, and now he dares to criticize him.

Although he looked down on the father in front of him, Yan Weiguang was more or less afraid when Yan Wang was cold-faced.

"No, my son just feels it's a pity."

If he had known that Yan Ruoli was so powerful and could produce so many good things, he would never have let his mother and concubine rush to the Imperial Teacher to say those outrageous things when he was a child.

It's all right now, the things that should belong to him have been dominated by the dog emperor for their own lives, and the most important thing is that they don't even dare to fart.

Thinking of this, Yan Weiguang's eyes fell on Yan Wang's face again, and the depths of his eyes were full of disappointment.

"What's the pity, it's just a mere flying artifact, and I will ask you to come to the palace someday."

In King Yan's mind, Yan Ruoli was always his daughter, so the word "filial piety" must be fulfilled, even Mo Lingtian who is aloof can't refute it.

So Yan Ruoli shouldn't have any problems with Yan Ruoli's essential things as a father.

"Really?" Yan Weiguang's eyes lit up, and he didn't doubt Yan Wang's words at all.

Because he knew clearly that his father held the best chess piece in his hand, as long as he had that chess piece, Yan Ruoli would never rebel against his father.

This is also the reason why he came to Yan Wang.

"When has your father ever lied to you? If you want it, your father will just ask for it for you." Seeing his son's adoring gaze, King Yan felt that it was very useful, and never thought that Mo Lingtian would allow it. He directly agreed without shame.

The father and son were chatting happily, but no one cared that there was another person lying on the ground.

As a result, Princess Yan fell to the root of her disease, and every time it rained on a cloudy day, she would feel sore all over, but she couldn't heal well.

Therefore, there is almost constant soup and medicine.

When Yan Lingwei heard that Yan Ruoli had made another meritorious service, she angrily smashed all the porcelain vases in her bedroom and didn't eat for three days.

Yan Wang dragged her sick body to persuade her daughter to marry early and stop thinking about Mo Lingtian, but Yan Lingwei seemed to be bewildered and insisted on marrying Mo Lingtian, forcing Yan Wang to find a way for herself.

Yan Ruoli didn't know anything about what happened outside the palace.

A good night's sleep until dawn, even she was surprised.

Looking at the bright sun, Yan Ruoli asked while washing her face, "What are you doing outside? So noisy?"

After a night's rest, Manzhen's complexion improved a lot. Hearing Yan Ruoli's question, she explained in a low voice: "It's the adults and the emperor."

With a clatter, the towel fell into the washbasin.

Yan Ruoli sighed and said, "This is using the courtyard of my palace as an exhibition hall."

"Exhibition hall? What do you mean? The slave doesn't understand!" Manzhen was full of doubts.

Yan Ruoli didn't bother to explain to her, grabbed the coat on the bed, put it on and walked out.

Not everyone can move a hot air balloon. A group of idiots who don't understand anything will be unable to fly if one accidentally loses the parts on it.

Think it's easy for her to study those things?

As soon as she walked out of the bedroom door, Yan Ruoli saw a fat civil servant struggling to climb up the hot air balloon.

The General Zhen Guo next to him couldn't bear to see him, so he reached out and grabbed his collar and threw it in.

There was only a plop, which made the basket of the entire hot air balloon tremble and tremble.

The corner of Yan Ruoli's mouth twitched, feeling pain in her flesh.

Before she ran over to scold her, the official who was thrown in had already got up, and thanked General Zhen Guo with a flattering face: "Thank you, General, for your help."

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

(End of this chapter)