Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Yan Shiji wanted to wait and see what happened, but sometimes his heart was even more unbearable than him.

He didn't think he liked Lin Mu'an. If interests were involved, he would still give up on Lin Mu'an, but he felt very uncomfortable thinking about it.

He didn't know why he was feeling uncomfortable, because these thoughts should have been normal earlier, but now when he encountered questions about Lin Mu'an, he didn't understand himself.

Looking at Lin Muan's peaceful sleeping face, Yan Shiji's heart beat slightly faster.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep together.

After a few days, Lin Muan's illness improved.

Chang Songyi brought two men to see Lin Muan. Lin Muan was a little confused, looked at the two men, and stared at Chang Songyi.

"This is Ah Bao's cousin, named Chang Zhili, who teaches Ah Bao calligraphy." Chang Songyi pointed to the man in a green shirt.

Chang Zhili looked at Lin Muan with a smile and bowed.

Lin Muan nodded.

"This is Xin Fei's brother Ye Xianqing, who is responsible for teaching A Bao martial arts. A Bao and Miao Yi learn together." Chang Songyi pointed at the man wearing indigo clothes.

Ye Xianqing looked at Lin Muan and was stunned for a moment before saluting.

The main thing is that Lin Mu'an is really well-behaved and doesn't look like the rumored emperor at all.

Moreover, Lin Muan looked very similar to the Queen Mother, they both looked soft and frail.

"Okay." Lin Muan nodded and smiled slightly.

"Okay, you guys go ahead and practice. I'll rest here and watch for a while." Chang Songyi reached out and touched Lin Muan's head, then looked at Chang Zhili and Ye Xianqing.

Lin Muan smiled and followed Jing Miaoyi to practice martial arts, but the training was the simplest, mainly to strengthen the body, because Lin Muan was already past the age of learning martial arts, and it would be a bit difficult to practice anymore, but self-defense can be taught.

After a while, Ye Huayue also came, mainly to see Ye Xianqing. Although she could go in and out of the palace freely, she also wanted to see her brother. Besides, he was still coaching martial arts, and she also wanted to play.

But Lin Muan couldn't stand it after practicing for a while. He had embroidered hands. If you let him hold the sword, wouldn't you be making things difficult for him?

"Your Majesty, it is a bit difficult to practice martial arts, but practicing hard will be effective." Ye Xianqing saw Lin Muan sitting down and resting, and hurriedly advised him.

Lin Muan glanced at Ye Xianqing and didn't want to say a word.

Jing Miaoyi put away her sword and went to pour a glass of water for Lin Muan.

"Young Master Ye, there is no rush to practice martial arts. Your Majesty can't bear it physically, and he can't practice even if he's sick." Jing Miaoyi looked at Lin Mu'an, and was relieved when she saw that his expression had improved, and said coldly.

"Yes, second brother, your majesty is not in good health. It is normal for your majesty to be unable to bear it when you practice so hard. Let's take it slow." Ye Huayue looked at Lin Mu'an nervously.

Lin Muan looked at Ye Huayue and lowered his head to drink water.

His face has turned pale from practice, and it is really difficult for him to practice again.

"Your Majesty, would you like to practice your writing?" Chang Zhili smiled gently.

Lin Muan didn't even look at Chang Zhili and just shook his head.

He didn't like Chang Zhili, he looked like a fox with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Let your majesty rest before we talk. Let's practice writing for a while." Jing Miaoyi glanced at Chang Zhili, squatting and staring at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan glanced at Jing Miaoyi and said nothing.

Jing Miaoyi and Ye Huayue continued to practice martial arts with Ye Xianqing, while Lin Muan sat in a cool place in a daze.

Chang Songyi looked at Lin Muan and sighed silently when he saw that he couldn't practice.

"Your Majesty is so fragile that he cannot protect the country." Chang Zhili sat down next to Lin Mu'an and said quietly.

"Cousin?" Lin Muan called softly.

Chang Zhili was stunned for a moment and coughed dryly.

"Yeah." Chang Zhili glanced at Lin Mu'an.

"Cousin, is it fun outside the palace?" Lin Mu'an stared at Chang Zhili and said softly.

"Not bad, your majesty wants to leave the palace?" Chang Zhili looked at Lin Mu'an and coughed again when he saw him staring at him.

The main reason is that Lin Muan really looks too harmless. Chang Zhili can't say cold words to Lin Muan or play tricks on him. In addition, Lin Muan looks too similar to his aunt, and he can't bear to lie to her.

My parents and grandparents at home all said that I owed it most to my aunt. Her life was not good, and all the hardships in her life were finally over. So let him enter the palace so as not to cause trouble to her.

He was a filial child, so even though he had other thoughts, he stopped at this moment.

"Well, I haven't been there, but I want to play." Lin Muan smiled slightly and stared at Chang Zhili.

"Then when I have free time, I'll tell my aunt and take my cousin out to play?" Chang Zhili smiled.

"Cousin." Lin Muan stared at Chang Zhili and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Chang Zhili was confused.

"Thank you, but can you stop smiling at me?" Lin Muan retracted his gaze and looked away.

"Why?" Chang Zhili touched his face and didn't understand what was wrong with his smile.

"Cousin doesn't smile if he doesn't want to. His smile looks weird." Lin Mu'an glanced at Chang Zhili and stared at the person not far away.

"You are the second person to say that." Chang Zhili smiled.

Lin Mu'an glanced at Chang Zhili, did not continue to ask, stood up and walked towards the man not far away.

Chang Zhili glanced at Ye Xianqing and stared at Lin Muan.

"Why is Yan Shiji here?" Lin Muan looked up at Yan Shiji with a smile.

Chang Songyi stared at Lin Muan and saw that he immediately ran to greet Yan Shiji. He didn't stop him and just watched.

"Let's see how your majesty is doing?" Yan Shiji touched Lin Muan's face, and saw that his face was a little pale, feeling inexplicably distressed, and his tone of voice was filled with imperceptible tenderness.

"It's not good. I can only hold needles, not swords." Lin Muan rubbed his sore wrist and pursed his lips bitterly.

"Instead of practicing swordsmanship, just keep in shape." Yan Shiji reached out and held Lin Muan's wrist and rubbed it gently.

Lin Muan smiled softly and stared at Yan Shiji's hand.

"I have to tell my mother." Lin Muan looked up at Yan Shiji, and felt very happy when he saw him looking at her with gentle eyes.

"Then I told the Queen Mother that if your Majesty feels uncomfortable, he will not practice and sit down to rest." Yan Shiji took out a small medicine jar from his sleeve pocket, opened it, and a burst of fragrant ointment came out.

"What is this?" Lin Mu'an glanced at the milky white ointment in the small medicine jar in confusion.

"An ointment that can relieve pain." Yan Shiji took Lin Muan's other hand and let him hold it by himself. He dug out the ointment and applied it to Lin Muan's wrist.

"Did Yan Shiji prepare it specially for me?" Lin Muan asked with a smile.

"Your Majesty thinks so, that's it." Yan Shiji glanced at Lin Mu'an and carefully applied the ointment to him.

"Is that really true?" Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji with a smile.

Yan Shiji stared at Lin Muan for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Lin Mu'an looked at Yan Shiji with a smile, took the small medicine jar closer and smelled it.

"Yan Shiji."

"Ok?"

"Does this ointment smell better than mine?"

~~~Separating line~~~

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