Chapter 495: The Vase of Cannon Fodder in the Machiavellian Story (8)
After sending Chun Niang away, it didn't take long for someone to come to the yard again.
Jiang Lai was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes, Xiao He whispered in her ear.
"Miss, Dr. Zhao is here and is waiting outside."
Jiang Lai half-closed his eyes and said lazily.
"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, even though her white clothes are cut according to her body shape, it still makes her look like a slender bamboo pole. Her thin face looks a bit unworldly, like green bamboo in the forest. It was eye-catching, and the calm and indifferent look in her eyes made people couldn't help but be curious about her.
On the other hand, the original owner was at least twice as important as her.
If Chu Yunxuan was good at this in the beginning, then he would be useless in the eyes of the original owner.
Seeing Jiang Lai, Zhao Ziyan bowed and saluted. Jiang Lai noticed that she was not curtsying like an ordinary woman, but like a man, she bowed and held hands before standing up.
"The princess is feeling unwell. How long has she been feeling?"
Jiang Lai watched Zhao Ziyan take his pulse in a decent manner, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his tone was still very tired and lazy.
"I have been feeling sleepy and sleepy after eating for a while, and my waist and legs are often extremely sore. Every time I get up after a lunch break, I feel even more tired, and my throat feels dry and bitter."
After speaking, Jiang glanced at Zhao Ziyan, with some worry in his eyes.
"Dr. Zhao, what disease do I have? Is it easy to cure?"
As soon as Zhao Ziyan heard her description, she understood that Jiang Lai was a symptom of three highs and mid-stage diabetes. Of course, the ancients had no concept of diabetes, nor did they know that this disease cannot be cured once it is contracted. If it is not controlled, it will only It will become more severe, and in the later stages, you may even be unable to walk.
"The princess is feeling faint due to too much worry and dryness in the liver. She will be fine if she pays attention to rest and diet on weekdays."
That would be an understatement.
"You mean there's nothing wrong with me?"
"Well, the princess's health is not serious, as long as she has a good rest."
Jiang Lai stood up with difficulty and looked at Zhao Ziyan.
"Doctor Zhao is too thin. Doesn't he eat well at home? Look, this thin face looks a bit mean. Xiao He, go to the kitchen and get a bowl of sugar candies. Here comes the japonica rice porridge.”
As he said this, Jiang looked at Zhao Ziyan and smiled without any scheming.
"I heard that Dr. Zhao was born in a poor family, but now that he has a lot of skills, he can live comfortably. However, there are some things that cannot be bought with money. For example, this japonica rice is a gift from the emperor.
You drink more then. ”
When Zhao Ziyan heard this, she couldn't help laughing in her heart.
The Eighth Prince was devoted to her, and if she wanted anything good in the world, he would find it and give it to her.
What is this ordinary japonica rice? Jiang Lai still doesn't know. The bowl of porridge in the kitchen must have been specially prepared for her by someone sent by the Eighth Prince.
When Xiaohe brought it out, the porridge was still warm.
Jiang came and offered a seat.
"Sit down and drink more."
Of course, Zhao Ziyan didn't have time to act with Jiang Lai here. When she had time, she would go to the people to donate powdered medicine to gain more support for the Eighth Prince.
"Princess, I'm not hungry yet. If you are okay, I still have some things to deal with, so I will leave first."
After saying that, Zhao Ziyan turned to leave, but there was a cold sound behind her.
"Dr. Zhao, I heard that you come in and out with my husband every day, and your behavior is very ambiguous. Dr. Zhao, can you explain it to me here?"
When Zhao Ziyan heard this, a sneer appeared on her lips.
The woman in the back house really has no skills at all, and only has some jealous tricks in her mind. Little does she know that her relationship with the eighth prince is more than a simple affair.
They have already settled in the cold palace for life and promised to go hand in hand.
She is not as clueless as the women in this courtyard. What she wants to do is to help the Eighth Prince ascend the throne, not to waste time with these women here.
"Princess, you can ask His Highness directly about this matter, or do you think I am a soft persimmon and can be manipulated at will?"
This tone could not be described as arrogant.
But the heroine is like this, independent from the world, proud and proud.
Jiang Lai maintained his character and continued to laze in the rocking chair, speaking calmly.
"Zhao Ziyan, listening to your tone, do you think I need to see if you are a soft persimmon before I can judge you?"
Jiang Lai's tone was relaxed and he continued speaking slowly.
"My father is a second-rank official. Needless to say, my mother, the sister of the then Prime Minister Wen, had a close friendship with the Queen. The late emperor personally designated her as a first-rank wife while he was still alive.
I, their only daughter, do I need to go out of my way to pick a weakling in this prince's palace?
Zhao Ziyan, do you think you are worthy? ”
Zhao Ziyan turned around and looked at her with a sullen face.
Looking at this feudal product raised under the feudal system, it is clear that he is worthless, but he can shamelessly rely on his family background to meddle with people he is not worthy of, and he can criticize and trample on other people's self-esteem at will without looking at what he is like.
As a modern person, what Zhao Ziyan has never been able to learn is to kneel down to others anytime and anywhere.
So Chu Yunxuan ordered her not to kneel down to anyone or look at anyone's face when she was in the mansion.
And now, the princess who had always pretended to be innocent finally revealed her ugly side when no one was around.
Zhao Ziyan sneered in her heart and looked at Jiang Lai expressionlessly.
"What the princess just said, aren't you afraid that it will reach His Highness's ears?"
"So what? Is it possible that His Highness can still accuse and reprimand me for this? You are just a lowly civil servant, do you still want me to stand up and salute you?"
Zhao Ziyan clenched her fists silently, digging her nails into her flesh.
Yes, she has no status in this house. Even if the Eighth Prince is partial, he doesn't dare to be too aboveboard. After all, they still need the help of their parents' families behind the women in the backyard, especially Jiang Lai, who has some use value.
"Get out of here, don't stand here and be an eyesore. It's uncomfortable to look like a bamboo pole."
Zhao Ziyan swallowed her anger and left.
Seeing her leaving, Xiaohe said worriedly.
"Miss, if we treat her like this, will she complain to the Eighth Prince?"
"Yes, never mind it, I'm too lazy to think about it now."
Anyway, she is lazy, anyway, she has no brains, anyway, that bitch Chu Yunxuan doesn't dare to do anything to her.
No matter how strong the wind was, it could still blow her away, even though she weighed more than a hundred pounds.
My heart is relaxed and my body is fat. Even after scolding me, I feel very sweet when I go to bed. I don’t feel any guilt at all and I just sleep until the sunset.
In the end it was Xiao He who shook her awake.
"Miss, I'm sorry, I just saw His Highness coming back to our house." (End of Chapter)