Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"Don't you have eyes? You can't see?" Yun Ruoyue replied coldly, ignoring Mo Li.

Mo Li suspected that she was a monster just now, so she didn't want to talk to him.

Mo Li was taken aback, what's wrong with the lady, why did she talk to him like this?

It was fine before, and he was polite to him, but in a blink of an eye, it changed.

The heart of a woman, the needle in the sea, is really unpredictable.

Seeing Moli's pathetic look and his eagerness for knowledge, Feng'er couldn't help but said, "Brother Mo, this is a breathing mask, and that is an oxygen bottle, which supplies oxygen to Mozhu. Mozhu had difficulty breathing just now. With the oxygen cylinder, it's much better."

"It's so amazing, what material is this made of?" Mo Li finished speaking, wanting to reach out to touch the oxygen cylinder.

Yun Ruoyue stepped in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch it, don't make it dirty."

One, she hates Moli now, so she won't let him touch her.

Two, it's made of plastic. There is no plastic in this era. She can't explain where these things come from, so she doesn't want Moli to touch them.

Mo Li felt ashamed, so he retreated resentfully, and ran to take care of Mo Zhu.

At this time, Mo Zhu could already speak.

Wearing an oxygen mask, he said to Chu Xuanchen: "Subordinate... see the lord, thank you lord and empress for saving your life, I feel... much better now."

Seeing that Mo Zhu was still unable to speak, Chu Xuanchen said: "You rest first, don't need to say anything else, take care of your wounds, this king needs you very much."

"Yes, my lord." When Mo Zhu heard that the lord needed him, he immediately felt that he was very important to the lord, and that he was a rare talent by his side, and he was full of confidence in life.

Yun Ruoyue took a look at Chu Xuanchen, winked at him, deliberately lowered her voice, and said softly: "My lord, in order to prevent anyone from harming Mo Zhu, we must send someone to keep an eye on his diet. Who made each meal, who gave it, and who bought the ingredients, should be clearly recorded. If there is a problem, it is easy to find someone. Mo Zhu’s body has been hurt after this battle. If he is hurt again, he will be in trouble. gone."

Yun Ruoyue's voice was too gentle, even gentler than Nangong Rou's.

Listening, it's delicate and artificial, like cotton being pulled into silk threads, it's so crisp that Chu Xuanchen's eardrums are about to shatter.

He couldn't help giving her a cool look, "I know, Moli, you will send someone to take charge of Mozhu's diet in the future, don't make any more trouble."

"Yes, my lord, my subordinates will definitely be careful." Mo Li cares more about Mo Zhu than anyone else, and everyone can rest assured that he will take care of Mo Zhu's food.

"Okay, take good care of Mo Zhu, I'm gone."

After Chu Xuanchen finished speaking, he waved his hand to the crowd, and the tall and majestic figure walked out gracefully and recklessly.

He just walked into the yard, Yun Ruoyue quickly lifted her skirt and followed him out, calling him in a shrill voice: "My lord, are you leaving just like that?"

"You still have something to do?" Chu Xuanchen turned his head angrily, Yun Ruoyue's voice was really unpleasant, whimpering, as if she hadn't eaten.

"The concubine is fine, the concubine just thinks that the concubine's maid has cooked a lot of delicious food, and wants to invite the prince to sit with the concubine and have a drink." After Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, she kept blinking at Chu Xuanchen. Eye.

She blinked quickly, with an admiring smile on her face, looking very cute.

Who knew that Chu Xuanchen gave her a disgusted look, and took a step back suddenly, as if staying away from something dirty, "Are you sick? Can you talk properly? Are you having a convulsion?"