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

Chapter 103 The sickly proton turned black 11
It can only be Jiang Ziyuan.

A nine-year-old child carries a dagger with him and can still be so alert late at night when normal people are asleep.

The system that was still pitying the fragments yesterday said: Oops, why does it feel like this Jiang Ziyuan is also a little black-hearted lotus?
"It's me, Wen Yao. I'm here to deliver medicine to you."

The girl spoke with a heavy nasal voice and a waxy voice, which at first sounded like she was being coquettish.

The candle suddenly lit up, reflecting the situation inside the house.

Jiang Ziyuan's face still had a look of killing that hadn't faded away, and the short blade he was holding tightly in his hand was glowing with cold light, and it was pressed against Wen Yao's neck.

After seeing the person clearly, the young man seemed to have been drained of all his strength and fell to the side, panting heavily.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess came to visit late at night, which shocked Ziyuan."

Zai Zai was scared.

Wen Yao looked serious: "Sorry, I didn't want to either."

In order to appease the frightened young man, and to seize the good opportunity to educate Zai Zai, she patiently explained to Jiang Ziyuan.

"Yan and Jiang have always been at odds with each other. If I asked the Taiyuan Hospital to send people to treat you and deliver medicine, they would definitely not come after asking for permission from my father and empress...or they would just do it superficially and prescribe medicine with poor efficacy."

After speaking a long paragraph in one breath, the stinging feeling in my throat became more obvious.

Wen Yao swallowed and sat down holding on to the edge of the table.

"I have to give you my medicine."

She put the food box on the table, opened it, and took out three jars from it. As she took it, she said, "This jar is for treating colds, this jar is for nourishing the body, and this jar... this jar is for candied fruits."

Jiang Ziyuan could hardly maintain his expression.

The girl carefully took out a bunch of things, which completely exceeded his expectations.

Even the candied fruits that can remove the bitterness and promote fluid were brought.

The corners of his mouth drooped and his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was extremely guilty: "Take Her Royal Highness's medicine? Are you...are you also sick? But Ziyuan gave you the disease? No wonder they all say that I am... The trouble..."

He spoke so hastily that he couldn't stop coughing mid-sentence, carefully watching Wen Yao's reaction. "No," Wen Yao didn't say much, and repeated firmly, "You didn't give me the disease, and you are not the cause of the problem."

She took out a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper from the bottom of the food box and pushed it in front of Jiang Ziyuan.

"You are sick. You should eat more nutritiously and don't think too much. The so-called good and bad stars in twins are just people's blind superstition of ghosts and gods."

"Ghosts and gods will not place the blessings and misfortunes of the world on a few children."

Wen Yao himself is a god, and he speaks with great certainty.

Her tone was somewhat earnest, and her hoarse and weak voice was not as crisp and endearing as yesterday, but it reached Jiang Ziyuan's ears very clearly -

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

The rabbit demon's palm gently touched the boy's head.

Because it was late at night, Jiang Ziyuan's soft and fluffy black hair was not tied up and fell naturally.

Well, it was smooth and soft, and it felt just like she imagined.

I wanted to touch it yesterday.

Although Shard is in a difficult situation, suffering from diseases, and his hair quality is not very good, his dark hair is carefully taken care of.

The cub who loves cleanliness is so cute.

The rabbit demon was a little excited when he touched the fragmented head.

The girl's face was flushed, but her palms were cold.

This time, Jiang Ziyuan resisted the urge to avoid and allowed Wen Yao's hand to touch the top of his head.

The young man's pupils were filled with emotions that were rolling instantly.

(End of this chapter)