"You don't have to ask, you don't need to report to your home, just leave after giving him to him."

Mo Zhu took the letter, and there was not a word on the cover page.

Does His Royal Highness still know anyone in the Yan Kingdom Palace?

He was surprised, but out of loyalty and trust in His Highness, he didn't ask anything in the end.

His Royal Highness has been mysterious and mysterious in the past two days, and even he can't guess it.

—

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

There is also roast chicken brought by the girl on the table, which exudes an attractive fragrance.

The boy tore open a chicken leg and bit it.

The juicy flavor of the sauce bursts out in the mouth.

Even in Jiang Country, the Second Highness, who is a "scourge star", rarely tastes such a delicacy.

Jiang Ziyuan's eyes flickered.

Remembering is sometimes a torture.

"If there are really ghosts and gods, you should have mercy on them."

Wen Yao said this solemnly, and the way he said this repeatedly appeared in his mind.

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

The young man who took the decoction looked a little better.

Let him see if she's a stranger born again.

Sister.

—

"Princess, how many days have you been doing and you haven't healed yet?"

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

"If you want me to say that the emperor should really seal the Qingjiang Palace, so as not to harm others."

The whole palace knew that the eldest princess Wen Yao was infected with a cold by Jiang Ziyuan, and she was bedridden for many days and did not get better.

The five princes who ran the most diligently to the Qingjiang Palace were also ordered by their mother not to go back recently.

The ordinary Qingjiang Palace has become a "forbidden place" in the palace of Yan Kingdom.

Wen Yao: Thanks to my gossipy palace maids.

"If you are angry, you will not be a saint. Bai Zhi, have you forgotten what I said? ”

The girl coughed lightly.

It's been several planes, and the rabbit demon still can't see others say bad things about the immortals.

If it weren't for the protection of the fragments, she wouldn't have confirmed Jiang Ziyuan's identity as a "scourge star".

Bai Zhi pursed her mouth and took down the wet handkerchief applied to her forehead for Wen Yao.

"How can anyone who has suffered from the wind cold and still burns for so many days, the envoy of the Tai Hospital will arrive later, and the princess should let him take a good look."

In the past few days of Wen Yao's illness, Emperor Yan came to visit him from afar, and he lost his temper and reprimanded the imperial doctor.

The subordinates of the Changning Palace are proud of the emperor's attention to the princess.

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

Visiting from afar, he didn't enter the main hall, but just reprimanded the imperial doctor for doing enough superficial work.

How can parents who really feel sorry for their children not see the situation of their children with their own eyes?

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

But what Wen Yao cares about most now is the fragmented body.

"Just let the hospital envoy prescribe more medicine for me."

Wen Yao's voice has improved compared to a few days ago, and she can tell that she is very happy.

After being reprimanded by Emperor Yan, the envoy of the Tai Hospital, who was close to ancient times, personally came to the Changning Hall with the medicine box.

Wen Yao, who is uncomfortable but in a good mood: There will be medicine again!

—

After going to Qingjiang Hall to deliver medicine for a few days, Wen Yao was already very familiar with this road.

Today's medicine, the hospital envoy added the taste of the herbs that are said to be very precious.

She also brought extra cooked lamb from the imperial dining room.

The girl's mouth was humming an unknown tune, and her steps were lighter than the previous days.

The Qingjiang Hall is lit with candles.

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

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

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