Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Chapter 495 The Cannon Fodder Vase in the Manipulative Article (8)

Chunniang was sent away, and it wasn't long before someone came to the yard again.

Jiang Lai was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, Xiao He whispered in her ear.

"Miss, Dr. Zhao is here and is waiting outside."

Jiang Lai said lazily with his eyes half closed.

"Well, let her in."

The first time he saw Zhao Ziyan, Jiang Lai knew why Chu Yunxuan hated the original owner so much.

Because Zhao Ziyan is too thin, although the white clothes are cut according to her body shape, it still makes her look like a slender bamboo pole, and her thin face looks a bit refined, like a green bamboo in the forest She was eye-catching, and the calm and indifferent look in her eyes made people unable to help but be curious about her.

On the other hand, the original owner is at least twice as important as her.

If Chu Yunxuan was good at this at the beginning, then the original owner would be worthless in the eyes of the original owner.

Seeing Jiang Lai, Zhao Ziyan bowed her waist and saluted. Jiang Lai noticed that she was not curtsying like an ordinary woman, but like a man, she bowed her waist and put her hands together before standing still.

"The princess is unwell, how long has it been?"

Jiang Lai looked at Zhao Ziyan taking his own pulse in a decent manner, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his tone was still very tired and lazy.

"It's been a while. As long as I finish eating, I will feel drowsy and sleepy, and my waist and legs are often sore. Every time I wake up after a lunch break, I will feel more tired, and my throat will be very dry and bitter."

After speaking, Jiang took a look at Zhao Ziyan, with some worry in his eyes.

"Doctor Zhao, what is my disease, can it be cured?"

As soon as Zhao Ziyan heard her description, she understood in her heart that Jiang Lai was a symptom of three highs plus diabetes in the middle stage. Of course, the ancients did not have the concept of diabetes, nor did they know that once this disease is diagnosed, it cannot be cured. It will become more and more serious, and it will not even be able to walk on the ground in the later stage.

"Prince Concubine is worrying too much, and she is fainting due to irritability and liver dryness. Just pay attention to rest and diet on weekdays."

To say that would be an understatement.

"You mean there's nothing wrong with me?"

"Well, the princess's health is fine, as long as she has a good rest."

Jiang Lai stood up with difficulty and looked at Zhao Ziyan.

"Doctor Zhao is too thin. Does he not eat well at home? Look, this thin face looks a bit mean. Xiao He, go to the small kitchen to get a bowl of sugar." Here comes the japonica rice porridge."

As he spoke, Jiang looked at Zhao Ziyan, and smiled without any thought.

"I heard that Dr. Zhao was born in a poor family, but now that he has all the skills, he can live comfortably, but there are some things that cannot be bought with money, such as this japonica rice, which is a gift from the emperor.

You should drink more then. "

When Zhao Ziyan heard this, she couldn't help laughing from the bottom of her heart.

The eighth prince was devoted to her wholeheartedly, as long as she wanted the best things in the world, he could find them and give them to her.

Jiang Lai didn't know what this ordinary round-grained rice was. The bowl of porridge in the kitchen was probably specially prepared by the Eighth Prince.

When Xiaohe came out, the porridge was still warm.

Jiang came to offer a seat.

"Sit down and drink more."

Of course, Zhao Ziyan didn't have time to act with Jiang Lai here. If she had time, she would go to the folks to give medicines to help the Eighth Prince gain more popular support.

"Prince Concubine, I'm not hungry yet. If you're healthy and I still have some things to do, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Zhao Ziyan turned to leave, but there was a cool sound from behind.

"Doctor Zhao, I heard that you go in and out with my husband every day, and your behavior is very ambiguous. Doctor Zhao, can you explain to me here?"

When Zhao Ziyan heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The woman in the back house really has no skills at all, she only has some tricks of jealousy in her mind, but she doesn't know that she and the eighth prince are more than just a simple ambiguous relationship.

They have already settled their lives in the cold palace, and promised to go hand in hand.

She is not like the women in this yard, she has no brains. What she wants to do is to assist the Eighth Prince to ascend the throne, instead of wasting time with these women here.

"Prince Concubine, you can directly ask His Highness about this matter, or do you think I am a soft persimmon and can handle it at will?"

This tone is not arrogant.

But the hostess is set up like this, independent and arrogant.

Jiang Lai continued to laze on the rocking chair while maintaining the character design, speaking in a leisurely manner.

"Zhao Ziyan, from your tone of voice, you think I need to see if you are a soft persimmon to make sure of you?"

Jiang Lai's tone was lax, and he continued to speak slowly.

"My father is a second-rank senior official, so needless to say, my mother, the younger sister of Chancellor Wen, has a very close friendship with the Empress Empress, and the late emperor personally named her a first-rank wife.

I, their only daughter, need to make a special effort to handle a soft persimmon in this prince's mansion?

Zhao Ziyan, do you think you are worthy? "

Zhao Ziyan turned around and looked at her sullenly.

Looking at the feudal products raised under this feudal system, you can shamelessly rely on your family background to get involved with people you are not worthy of, even though you are clearly worthless, criticize and trample on other people's self-esteem at will without looking at what the hell you are like.

As a modern person, what Zhao Ziyan has never learned is to kneel down to others anytime and anywhere.

So Chu Yunxuan ordered her not to bow down to anyone or look at anyone's face when she was in the mansion.

But now, the prince and concubine who had been pretending to be innocent finally showed her ugly side when no one was around.

Zhao Ziyan sneered from the bottom of her heart, and looked at Jiang Lai expressionlessly.

"The prince concubine just said these words, isn't it afraid that it will be heard by His Highness?"

"So what? Is it possible that Your Highness can still accuse and reprimand me for this? You are just a lowly civil doctor. Do you want me to stand up and salute you?"

Zhao Ziyan silently clenched her fists, her nails dug into her flesh.

Yes, she has no status in this mansion. Even if the Eighth Prince is partial, he does not dare to be too aboveboard. After all, they still need the help of these women in the backyard from their natal families, especially Jiang Lai, who is still of some use value.

"Get out, don't stand here and block your eyes, it's uncomfortable to look at like a bamboo pole."

Zhao Ziyan swallowed her grievances and left.

Seeing her leaving, Xiao He said worriedly.

"Miss, if we treat her like this, will she sue the Eighth Prince?"

"Yes, whatever, I'm too lazy to think so much now."

Anyway, she is lazy, anyway, she has no brains, anyway, that dog Chu Yunxuan dare not do anything to her.

No matter how strong the wind is, it can still blow away her who weighs a hundred pounds.

With a wide heart and a fat body, he slept very sweetly after scolding, without feeling guilty at all, and slept until the sun went down.

In the end it was Xiao He who woke her up.

"Miss is not well, I just saw that His Highness came towards us when he came back to the mansion."

(End of this chapter)