As if a firework exploded in the bottom of the heart, an unfamiliar heat poured out and enveloped the heart.

Amusing.

The girl was obviously sick herself.

but here they comfort him.

"Ziyuan has not been blessed by ghosts and gods since he was a child, the royal family does not like it, and the people are disrespectful...... Only the princess is willing to favor a little. ”

The boy's eyelashes fell a small patch of shadow on his eyelids, and he trembled slightly.

"Ziyuan can't drink this medicine."

Jiang Ziyuan really didn't want to drink the medicine brought by Wen Yao.

His original idea was simple.

If Wen Yao couldn't get the medicine, he would take the opportunity to make another request.

- Make a difficult request first, and then make a simpler and easier one to do.

He's too good at this little trick.

But Wen Yao actually brought the medicine.

The girl stayed in Qingjiang Hall for less than half an hour that day, during which he covered his mouth and nose and deliberately kept his distance.

How could it be so coincidental that she got sick today?

Jiang Ziyuan has never believed in gods and Buddhas, he has always believed that things are man-made.

This Wen Yao ...... I'm afraid I didn't get sick on purpose.

Just to get a decoction for him?

Thinking of this possibility, the teenager's breathing became a little heavier.

It's better not to be like that.

People who are too easy to take advantage of will not live long in the deep palace.

Moreover, the medicines prescribed to her by the imperial doctor were all boiled according to the dose, if he drank it, what would Wen Yao drink?

Although he had the intention of using Wen Yao, but-

"Sister, I drank it, what are you going to do?"

Wen Yao's mind was a little chaotic, the original owner's body was not weak, and it was well raised.

It's just that after all, she is young and very squeamish, and she hasn't drunk the medicine prescribed by the hospital at all, so she is so tired and tired that her consciousness begins to lose slightly.

Suddenly hearing the young man call her "sister", Wen Yao's eyes widened, and her spirit became a little excited.

The sour arms that carried the food box all the way seemed to be lighter.

The cub shouts her sister!

The girl's reaction was too obvious, and Jiang Ziyuan seemed to realize the inappropriateness in her words.

"I'm sorry, princess...... I don't have a sister, only an older brother who hates me very much, and you treat me very kindly, like ...... Like my sister, Ziyuan lost her words for a while......"

Jiang Ziyuan recalled his own brother, Jiang Ziyan, the prince of Jiang Guo-

"You're a disaster star, and you deserve to call this palace your brother?"

Jiang Ziyan never allowed him to call him "brother", whether it was before or after people.

But what about then?

"Good brother, please, for the sake of our mother, let my brother go."

From disdain to his humble plea after dominating Kyushu.

Jiang Ziyuan's eyes flickered, and he blurred an inky color.

The young man's mind was too sensitive, and Wen Yao knew that he would be wrong, so she looked into his eyes fixedly.

"No, I'm glad you want to call me sister."

"My royal brothers are all stubborn, and there are too many ladies in the palace, and they all teach them the tricks and conspiracy."

Wen Yao shook her head, showing the unique coquettishness of children: "They are all bad children, not as good as Ziyuan." ”

She remembers what Wen Chengyu has done clearly.

Emperor Yan has many concubines and heirs, and now the youngest eleventh prince has just reached the full moon.

There are many people, and they are jealous of each other, and the atmosphere is naturally very poor.

Still the fragments are cute.

"As for the decoction, I still have it in the palace, this is: specially brought for you, you can take it with confidence......"

The girl is the eldest princess of the first dynasty, but in front of him, she rarely seems to call herself "Bengong", and she always calls herself "I".