Chapter 124: Sick and weak proton he blackened 32

Jiang Ziyan and Jiang Ziyuan's facial features seem to be carved out of a mold.

But no one will mistake them.

Jiang Ziyuan has been weak since he was a child, and he is a thin and short ball.

But his brother Jiang Ziyan has a healthy posture and a steady pace, which is much taller than the cub.

Wen Yao's gaze fell on Jiang Ziyan for a long time, from the time he stepped forward to salute to the time he sat down, she kept looking at him.

The royal families of Kyushu gathered, and the people sitting down had their own thoughts and expressions, but some people also noticed Wen Yao's abnormality.

Like what...... Jiang Ziyuan.

Sister, why do you want to watch Jiang Ziyan?

agreed to Wen Yao to pretend to be weak and miserable at the banquet, and the young man only wore a thin clothes.

To do something more like, he didn't eat anything in the morning, not even drink water.

Hunger in the womb is no match for the cramping of the heart.

Sister, why did you watch it for so long?

The sickly gloom in Jiang Ziyuan's eyes almost overflowed.

When he was bullied by Wen Chengyu, he never had such strong emotions.

That day, the girl half-jokingly said that she was good to him because he was born with a good face.

But today, in order to disguise, he deliberately applied powder that looked sallow.

Without looking in the mirror, he could imagine that he must be ugly at this time.

It is indeed not as beautiful as Jiang Ziyan, who is dressed up to attend, and his face is moving.

The safety buckle under the black placket is tightly pressed against the skin.

I knew that Wen Yao would pay attention to Jiang Ziyan, so it was better to ruin this banquet.

The young man suddenly erupted into a violent cough, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

Zhao Yu, the fifth princess of Zhao Kingdom, is the youngest from the middle palace, pinching her nose and waving her hand, as if she was afraid of being infected.

I heard that the eldest princess of Yan Kingdom went to Jiang Ziyuan's palace once, and she was sick for a long time when she returned, and she didn't want to be infected with the epidemic.

"Are you Jiang Guo's sick seedlings still alive? How can I also participate in the banquet of Tianji Pavilion? ”

Jiang Ziyan frowned: "Zhao Guo raised the princess like this?" ”

"You!" Zhao Yu was about to sneer at each other, but her brother Zhao Yu pulled her sleeves and signaled her to shut up with his eyes.

Before leaving, my father told him that he came to Yan this time for the big man of Tianji Pavilion.

The protagonist hasn't appeared yet, so there must be less trouble before that.

"The little sister lost her words when she was young, and she invited Prince Jiang Haihan!"

Zhao Yu politely bowed.

"Being young for a while can be used as an excuse, I hope that the princess of your country will not be young all the time, so that others will think that the people of Zhao are so rude."

Jiang Ziyan's words were sonorous and powerful, and several princesses of Xiliang Kingdom were bold enough to look at him.

This is the "lucky star" among the twins, with sharp words, and it really has a bit of the spirit of a future monarch.

Jiang Ziyan spoke for his twin brother, but it was just to protect Jiang Guo's face.

He threw a handkerchief at Jiang Ziyuan with a little disgust.

"Hold it tight."

If it weren't for this younger brother, he wouldn't have sat at the bottom of the royal family.

Next to each other are the ordinary nobles of the Yan Kingdom.

Sitting with a group of low-level people, Jiang Ziyan was in a very bad mood, but due to the assessment of Tianji Pavilion, he did not have a seizure.

Jiang Ziyuan didn't pick up the handkerchief he threw over, his eyes wandered, and he counted down a few seconds.

When he raised his eyes, he crashed into the girl's gaze.

Wen Yao had been paying attention to the situation over there when the fragments were coughing.

Jiang Ziyuan's seat was far away from her, almost half of the hall.

I don't know if it's because I'm coughing too hard, or if I've been wronged.

There was a glint in the boy's lacquered pupils.