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

Chapter 124 The sickly proton turned black 32
The facial features of Jiang Ziyan and Jiang Ziyuan seemed to be carved from the same mold.

But no one can mistake them.

Jiang Ziyuan was frail since childhood and was a skinny, short dumpling.

But his brother Jiang Ziyan has a healthy body, steady steps, and is much taller than Zaizai.

Wen Yao's eyes fell on Jiang Ziyan for a long time. From the moment he stepped forward to salute to the time he sat down with his sleeves rolled up, she kept looking at him.

Royal families from all over the Nine Provinces gathered together. Everyone sitting there had their own thoughts and expressions inexplicable, but some people noticed something strange about Wen Yao.

For example...Jiang Ziyuan.

Sister, why do you want to watch Jiang Ziyan?

After agreeing to Wen Yao's show of weakness at the banquet, the young man only wore thin clothes.

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

The hunger in the stomach is not as good as the cramping pain in the heart.

Sister, why do you have to look at it for so long?

The sickly gloomy look in Jiang Ziyuan's eyes almost overflowed.

I never had such strong emotions when I was bullied by Wen Chengyu.

That day the girl half-jokingly said that she was nice to him because he was good-looking.

But today, in order to disguise himself, he deliberately applied powder to make his face look sallow.

Even without looking in the mirror, he could imagine that he must look ugly at this moment.

It was indeed not as beautiful as Jiang Ziyan who was dressed up to attend.

The safety button under the black skirt is close to the skin.

If he had known that Wen Yao would pay attention to Jiang Ziyan, it would be better to ruin the banquet.

The young man suddenly burst out into a violent cough, which attracted everyone in the hall to look at him.

Zhao Yu, the fifth princess of the Zhao Kingdom, was the youngest daughter of the middle palace. She pinched her nose and waved her hand, as if she was afraid of being infected.

I heard that the eldest princess of the Yan Kingdom went to Jiang Ziyuan's palace once and fell ill for a long time when she returned. She didn't want to be infected with the disease too.

"Is your sick son from the Jiang Kingdom still alive? How can you attend the banquet at Tianji Pavilion?"

Jiang Ziyan frowned: "Is this how Zhao Guo raised the princess?" "You!" Zhao Yu was about to retort, but his brother Zhao Yu pulled his sleeves and motioned her to shut up with his eyes.

Before setting off, my father Qian warned me that I came to Yan this time for the big shot of Tianji Pavilion.

The protagonist hasn't appeared yet, so we must avoid causing trouble before that.

"My little sister made a mistake when she was young, so please forgive me, Prince Jiang!"

Zhao Yu bowed politely.

"Young age can be used as an excuse. I hope your princess will not remain young and let others think that Zhao people are so ignorant of etiquette."

Jiang Ziyan's words were so powerful that several princesses from Xiliang Kingdom had the courage to look at him.

This is the "lucky star" among the twins. His sharp words really make him look like a future monarch.

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Jiang Ziyan spoke for his twin brother just to protect Jiang Guo's face.

He threw a handkerchief at Jiang Ziyuan with slight disgust.

"Cover it tighter."

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

The people next to him are all ordinary nobles of the Yan Kingdom.

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

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 caught the girl's gaze.

Wen Yao had been paying attention to the situation there when Shard was coughing.

Jiang Ziyuan's seat was far away from her, almost halfway across the hall.

I don’t know whether it was because I coughed too hard or because I felt wronged.

There was water in the young man's lacquered pupils.

(End of this chapter)