The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Seeing his awkward look, Xiao Xixi said angrily.

"Is face so important? Is it more important than chasing your daughter-in-law?"

Luo Yechen retorted angrily: "Who, who is chasing his daughter-in-law? Don't talk nonsense, just based on my identity, what kind of woman do you want? Do you still need to chase?!"

Xiao Xixi: "If that's the case, then you don't have to write the storybook yourself. Just go out to the bookstore and buy a few copies to send to her. You don't need her favor anyway.

Luo Yechen: "But she saved me after all, so I have to repay her anyway."

"There are many ways to repay. You can choose an easier one, such as giving her money."

Luo Yechen: "She doesn't need money."

Xiao Xixi sighed sincerely: "I didn't expect that there are people in this world who don't need money. It's amazing! Then tell me, what does she want?"

Luo Yechen immediately thought of the scene where Sheng Yan knelt on the ground and begged him to agree to withdraw from his relatives.

What she wants most now is to quit.

But this marriage is a gift from the royal family and cannot be returned.

What's more, Luo Yechen doesn't really want to quit this marriage now.

As for the reason, he didn't want to go into details.

Luo Yechen hesitated again and again, took a deep breath, and silently told himself that a man can bend and stretch!

He took a step forward, bit his head and slowly moved to the prince, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a hard sentence.

"Prince, do you remember the storyline that Concubine Xiao said yesterday?"

Luo Qinghan was reading a book. Hearing that, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, then replied lightly, "En."

"Then, can you retell the storyline again?"

When he said this, Luo Yechen felt so embarrassed that his whole face was flushed red.

Luo Qinghan: "I'm a little thirsty."

Luo Yechen immediately poured a cup of tea and put it in his hand.

Luo Qinghan said again: "Gu's shoulders are a little sore."

Luo Yechen frowned, wanting to say that you shouldn't go too far, but after hesitating, he still didn't say it, after all, it was he who asked for others.

He held his breath and stretched out his hand to squeeze Luo Qinghan's shoulder.

Luo Qinghan blocked his hand with a book and said with disgust.

"Just like your rough hands and feet, Gu Ke dare not let you squeeze your shoulders."

Then Luo Qinghan looked at Xiao Xixi, who was standing beside him watching the show.

"You come and give Gu's shoulders."

Xiao Xixi opened her innocent eyes: "It was King Ying who asked you to do something, not me."

Luo Qinghan: "But I like to call you."

Xiao Xixi had no choice but to move quickly.

She put her paws on the prince's shoulders and pinched his shoulders.

Luo Qinghan put down the book, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then spoke slowly.

"Do you want to start over?"

Luo Yechen nodded and said yes.

He prepared paper and pen, and every time the prince said something, he wrote it.

The prince's unforgettable ability is really not a cover. He repeated the storyline that Xiao Xixi said yesterday, word for word.

Luo Yechen wrote a dozen more pieces of paper.

He rubbed his sore arm and complained, "I'm exhausted, don't let me catch the little thief last night, or I'll have to peel him off!"

If the thief hadn't stole the draft of his outline, he wouldn't have written the outline again.

Luo Qinghan: "Have you ever wondered why a thief would steal your manuscript?"

Luo Yechen was right as a matter of course.

"That must be because I am too talented. The works I wrote make thieves fall in love with them, and I can't help but want to take it back and taste it carefully."

Luo Qinghan: "..."

Forget it, let him continue to be stupid.

Luo Yechen left the imperial mausoleum with the outline manuscript.

Xiao Xixi stopped pinching her shoulders and asked curiously.

"His Royal Highness, how did you know that King Ying's manuscript would be stolen?"

"There are so many eyeliners guarding outside the imperial mausoleum. The King of England swaggeringly came to me, and they would definitely be seen by those eyeliners. They probably thought that the King of England and I were conspiring something. Those outline drafts in their eyes should be Evidence of our conspiracy."

Xiao Xixi was stunned: "Did they think too much?"

Luo Qinghan said lightly: "The more intelligent you think yourself, the more you like to play tricks."

In Canglan Garden.

King Xiling threw the dozen sheets of paper to the ground and said angrily.

"What are all these things? This is the evidence that the prince and the King of England are linked together? Are you kidding me?!"

Because he was too angry, the poison in his body broke out, and the pain made his face pale and cold sweat broke out.

Xie Chuxue quickly took a pain-relieving pill and handed it over to him.

She softly persuaded: "Father, don't be angry, it will be bad if you get angry."

King Xiling clutched his chest, took a deep breath slowly, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

A subordinate knelt on the ground and lowered his head, not daring to take a breath.

After a long time, King Xiling spoke again, his voice was cold and low.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The subordinate said with a trembling voice: "The subordinate saw with his own eyes that King Ying came out of the imperial mausoleum with these papers. He looked very excited, as if he had got some kind of treasure. The subordinate guessed that he might be conspiring with the prince. What, those papers should record their plans..."

King Xiling interrupted him with a sneer.

"After you stole these papers, have you read the contents on them?"

The subordinate hurriedly said: "The subordinate dare not peek."

King Xiling pointed to the papers on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Show me now, don't miss a word, read it all!"

The subordinate stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the paper on the ground, and looked at it one by one.

At first, he was a little confused when he looked at it, and then he gradually became dazed when he saw it.

Finally, he finally realized that he had stolen the wrong thing!

This is not a conspiracy plan at all, but a messy story!

The subordinate kowtowed vigorously: "The subordinate is ineffective, please forgive me!"

King Xiling didn't want to take another look at him, and as soon as he waved his hand, a guard rushed in and dragged the subordinate out, covering his mouth.

Xie Chuxue bent down, stretched out her slender fingers, and picked up the paper on the ground.

She taunted after reading what was on the paper.

"This King of England is really a piece of shit. Not only is he ignorant, but even the words he writes are so ugly."

King Xiling turned his face away: "burn these things for me, I don't want to see them again."

As soon as he saw the content on the paper, he felt a sense of humiliation that his IQ was being rubbed on the ground.

But Xie Chuxue said: "I think the story on this paper is quite interesting. After a piece of crap counterattacked everyone, it amazed everyone. The fact that King Ying can write such a story means that he also wants to be like the protagonist. How about a counterattack?"

King Xiling sneered: "He is also the eldest son of the emperor anyway, and he will definitely have ideas about that position in his heart."

Xie Chuxue: "Didn't you say that King You is not easy to control? Why don't we add a weight?"

"what do you mean……"

Xie Chuxue shook the paper in his hand and smiled slightly: "Since King Ying wants to counterattack, we will use this as bait and let him use it for us."