Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 106 The sickly proton turned black 14
"No need to ask any more questions, no need to tell me your home address, just give it to him and leave directly."

Mo Zhu took the letter, but there was no word on the cover page.

Does His Highness know anyone in the Yan Palace?
He was shocked, but out of loyalty and trust to His Highness, he didn't ask anything in the end.

His Highness has been so mysterious these past two days that even he can't figure it out.

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Jiang Ziyuan was finally the only one left in the dormitory.

There is also roast chicken brought by the girl on the table, exuding a tempting fragrance.

The boy tore open a chicken leg and bit into it.

The juicy flavor of soy sauce bursts in your mouth.

Even in the Jiang Kingdom, His Highness the Second Highness, who is the "disaster star", rarely tastes such delicious food.

Jiang Ziyuan's eyes flickered.

Photographic memory can sometimes be a form of torture.

"If there really are ghosts and gods, they should pity you."

The way Wen Yao said these words solemnly appeared repeatedly in his mind.

There are also major events that will happen in the Yan Kingdom in the future...

The young man's complexion improved a little after taking the decoction.

Let him see if she is also a reborn stranger.

sister.

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"Princess, it's been how many days and you still haven't recovered?"

Bai Zhi is not as grumpy as Ging Guo, but she can't help but complain about the young man in Qingjiang Palace.

"I would say that the emperor should seal the Qingjiang Palace to prevent harm to others."

Everyone in the palace knew that the eldest princess Wen Yao was infected with cold by Jiang Ziyuan and had to stay in bed for many days without recovery.

The fifth prince who ran to Qingjiang Palace most frequently was ordered by his mother and concubine not to go there again recently.

The ordinary Qingjiang Palace turned out to be a "forbidden area" in the Yan Kingdom's palace.

Wen Yao: Thanks to my gossip-loving maids.

"Sages don't pretend to be angry. Bai Zhi, have you forgotten what I said again?" The girl coughed twice.

After several planes, the rabbit demon still couldn't bear to see others speak ill of the immortal.

If it weren't for protecting the fragments, she wouldn't have confirmed Jiang Ziyuan's identity as the "disaster star".

Bai Zhi pouted and took off the wet handkerchief from Wen Yao's forehead.

"How can someone who has been suffering from wind and cold for so many days still have a fever? The envoy from the Taiyuan Hospital will arrive shortly. The princess must let him take a good look at it."

In the past few days when Wen Yao was ill, Emperor Yan came to visit him from afar once and lost his temper and scolded the imperial doctor.

The servants of Changning Palace were all proud of the emperor's regard for the princess.

But Wen Yao vaguely felt that the emperor's love for his eldest daughter was only superficial.

He visited from afar without entering the main hall, but only scolded the imperial doctor for his superficial efforts.

How could parents who truly care about their children not see with their own eyes how their children are doing?

The water in Yan State may be deeper than she imagined.

But what Wen Yao cares about most now is Fragment's body.

"Just ask the hospital envoy to prescribe more medicine for me."

Wen Yao's voice has improved compared to the past few days, and it can be heard that she is very happy.

After being reprimanded by Emperor Yan, the nearly [-]-year-old envoy of the imperial hospital personally came to Changning Hall carrying the medicine box.

Wen Yao, who felt uncomfortable but in a good mood: There will be medicine soon!
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After going to Qingjiang Palace to deliver medicine for several days, Wen Yao became very familiar with this road.

Today's medicine was flavored with medicinal materials said to be very precious.

She also brought extra cooked lamb specially provided in the imperial dining room.

The girl was humming an unknown tune, and her steps were brisker than the previous few days.

Qingjiang Hall was lit with candles.

Since that night, Jiang Ziyuan would leave a light for her at this time every day.

Wen Yao's fingers touched the door frame and when she was about to push it open, a voice came from the hall that shouldn't have appeared here.

"Your Highness, we are the same kind of people."

(End of this chapter)