Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 213: Picnic (3)

Xiao Yao's hands were full of chicken fat, and she didn't want to go to a distant river to wash her hands, so she glanced at Yan Chi's clothes, and while he was picking up vegetables, she secretly grabbed his clothes and wiped them.

The white clothes immediately left two greasy handprints, the marks were too obvious, she threw them away immediately.

Xiao Yao's hands were full of chicken fat, and she didn't want to go to a distant river to wash her hands, so she glanced at Yan Chi's clothes, and while he was picking up vegetables, she secretly grabbed his clothes and wiped them.

But the hands are still greasy and disgusting. She glanced at Feng Luoxuan on the left again, and her eyes lit up: hee hee, the emperor's brother is wearing black clothes. This color is so that you can't see anything on it. It is durable enough to be dirty. It is a must-have equipment for travel, not like that evildoer , actually wearing flamboyant white clothes.

The white clothes immediately left two greasy handprints, the marks were too obvious, she threw them away immediately.

So Xiao Yao secretly grabbed Feng Luoxuan's clothes and wiped his hands clean.

But the hands are still greasy and disgusting. She glanced at Feng Luoxuan on the left again, and her eyes lit up: hee hee, the emperor's brother is wearing black clothes. This color is so that you can't see anything on it. It is durable enough to be dirty. It is a must-have equipment for travel, not like that evildoer , actually wearing flamboyant white clothes.

"What are you doing?" Feng Luoxuan looked down at her hand.

So Xiao Yao secretly grabbed Feng Luoxuan's clothes and wiped his hands clean.

Xiao Yao let go of the hem of his clothes tremblingly, and curled his mouth obsequiously: "My brother's clothes are stained with something, let me clean it up for you."

"Yao'er, what is this?" Yan Chi looked at the two handprints on the left hem, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"What are you doing?" Feng Luoxuan looked down at her hand.

Xiao Yao scolded him contemptuously: "You are so unhygienic, how can you wipe your hands with your clothes." Xiao Yao refused to admit it to death.

Yan Chi was speechless, and only this woman could frame the blame without changing her face, and it was so natural to frame the blame.

Xiao Yao let go of the hem of his clothes tremblingly, and curled his mouth obsequiously: "My brother's clothes are stained with something, let me clean it up for you."

Alas, this expensive dress produced by Caiyunfang in Beijing is considered scrap, but these two handprints are really cute.

The ministers on the opposite side held back their laughter, their beards shaking violently. The princess is so interesting that she actually uses the clothes of the emperor and King Beiqi as rags, but the emperor and King Beiqi can only suffer.

"Yao'er, what is this?" Yan Chi looked at the two handprints on the left hem, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Come on, brother, eat a piece of chicken, I'm not blowing it, you've never eaten such a delicious chicken." Xiao Yao flattered him with a piece of chicken and put it in Feng Luoxuan's bowl.

Feng Luoxuan hooked his lips, tasted the chicken with the chicken in his mouth, and said: "This time, I finally boasted a little level, and it's not bad, with a unique flavor and a strong mouthfeel."

Xiao Yao scolded him contemptuously: "You are so unhygienic, how can you wipe your hands with your clothes." Xiao Yao refused to admit it to death.

"Yao'er, what about me?" Yan Chi raised the bowl in front of her, looking at her pitifully.

Yan Chi was speechless, and only this woman could frame the blame without changing her face, and it was so natural to frame the blame.

Xiao Yao saw his pitch-black eyes staring at him affectionately, the chicken skin fell all over, and quickly put another piece into his bowl.

Alas, this expensive dress produced by Caiyunfang in Beijing is considered scrap, but these two handprints are really cute.

"Yao'er's stuffing is really delicious." Yan Chi sighed contentedly, unaware that the minister opposite had already been twitched by his disgusting words.

The ministers on the opposite side held back their laughter, their beards shaking violently. The princess is so interesting that she actually uses the clothes of the emperor and King Beiqi as rags, but the emperor and King Beiqi can only suffer.

"Come on, brother, eat a piece of chicken, I'm not blowing it, you've never eaten such a delicious chicken." Xiao Yao flattered him with a piece of chicken and put it in Feng Luoxuan's bowl.

Feng Luoxuan hooked his lips, tasted the chicken with the chicken in his mouth, and said: "This time, I finally boasted a little level, and it's not bad, with a unique flavor and a strong mouthfeel."

"Yao'er, what about me?" Yan Chi raised the bowl in front of her, looking at her pitifully.

Xiao Yao saw his pitch-black eyes staring at him affectionately, the chicken skin fell all over, and quickly put another piece into his bowl.

"Yao'er's stuffing is really delicious." Yan Chi sighed contentedly, unaware that the minister opposite had already been twitched by his disgusting words.