During the banquet, the cups were exchanged, and the words were actually compliments. Shen Jinzhao sat stiffly at the bottom, looking at the eyes directed at him, wishing to kill him, he was a little embarrassed.
The woman sitting next to the King of Southern Xinjiang is dignified and elegant, but there is a bit of fierceness between her eyebrows.
Her eyes flashed among the women below, and finally stopped on Shen Jinzhao. He asked: "Are you Shen Zhao, Miss Shen?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Shen Jinzhao reacted.
He quickly stood up, learned the etiquette of women, and bowed, "Yes, I am Shen Zhao!"
As Shen Jinzhao finished speaking, the woman's face suddenly darkened.
She slowly picked up the wine in front of her and took a sip. After putting it down, she glanced at the King of Southern Xinjiang beside her.jj.br>
"My lord, you, a newcomer, don't know the rules very well. You should teach me more, so as not to make others laugh."
"The princess is right." The King of Nanjiang raised his head and glanced at Shen Jinzhao, but there was not much blame on his face.
But the princess of Southern Xinjiang looked much better.
Shen Jinzhao glanced at her secretly and saw that she had a delicate appearance and a fair complexion. Not to mention that such beauties were rare in southern Xinjiang, and even in Yindu, they were extremely rare.
She was wearing a green brocade leather jacket, the color was very bright, but under the reflection of her face, the brilliant brocade became colorless. She only saw an oval face, slender eyebrows, and although her skin tone was slightly Dark, but it can't hide the beautiful figure and radiant face.
"Miss Shen, I hope you will give birth to Lin'er for the prince as soon as possible and inherit the throne of southern Xinjiang, so that you can have a good name."
"..." Listening to her words, Shen Jinzhao felt as uncomfortable as eating a bunch of flies, but he still had the courage to smile.
"Well, I understand."
"Miss Shen, in front of me and the prince, you should call yourself a slave."
Shen Jinzhao's expression changed slightly, but for the purpose in his heart, he still said: "I know."
Seeing that he was not being coquettish, the attitude of the King of Southern Xinjiang and the Queen became much better, and they no longer held on to Shen Jinzhao.
The banquet was still as boring as before, no different from before.
Shen Jinzhao spends his days here like years, but Yin Luzhu is lying in the room, looking through the folklore book with great interest.
At this moment, a familiar medicinal fragrance spread to the nose.
Yin Luzhu raised his eyes and saw Ji Yanchen walking in.
The clothes on his body were baggy, his hair was a little messy, and there was a look of exhaustion between his brows.
Looking at his appearance at this moment, Yin Luzhu sat up with some confusion, "Why do you look like you're being exploited?"
Hearing this, the man glanced at her displeased.
"Tired."
After saying this, he sat down at the table. As if he didn't hear the growl from his stomach, he poured a glass of water and drank it.
Then he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
His skin is fair and his long eyelashes are cascading down, making him look good-looking.
Yin Luzhu sighed, "Ji Yanchen, can you go to bed and sleep?"
He closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear Yin Luzhu's words, "No need."
Seeing him like this, Yin Luzhu sighed and brought a blanket to cover him: "I'm going to find you some food. You quack doctor just doesn't know how to take care of yourself. You're as thin as a stray dog."
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Yin Luzhu muttered and strode out.
In the room, Ji Yanchen slowly opened his eyes, and Yin Luzhu's complaints seemed to be echoing in his ears.