Disobedience

Mo Jinghe was wrapped in a quilt as usual, lying on the soft couch in the middle of the night.

Tian'er wiped his whole body with warm water. A thin layer of ice had already formed on several parts of the skin, and he could still clearly feel the twitching of the muscles under the skin when he wiped it.

Tian'er was crying while wiping, half because she was frightened.

The person on the couch woke up and fell asleep for a while, sleeping restlessly, babbling in a daze, as if calling someone's name, or talking about something.

He reached out and touched his forehead, how could it be burned like this?

"Young master, wait a moment, I will go to the doctor and come back immediately."

In a daze, Mo Jinghe seemed to hear someone talking to him, but he couldn't hear it clearly, as if he heard "seek a doctor" and raised his hand to hold him.

The eyelids were a little heavy, and they couldn't open them, and even the movement of raising their hands was very reluctant.

"Don't go... don't let His Highness know."

"Why can't the prince know? Afraid of losing face?"

Naturally, Tian'er didn't dare to ask this sentence, the person who asked had a serious face, Mo Jing and the couch could feel the majestic majesty and biting chill on his body.

The atmosphere was really weird, Mo Jing and Qiang Da gathered their spirits, and when they remembered, the man took a step forward and pressed them down.

"It's all like this, what are you fussing about?"

Mo Jinghe wanted to show him a smile, but failed.

"You don't look good like this."

Mo Jinghe is a man, so he doesn't care much about his appearance.

"Sex fades and love is late, so you don't like it, right?"

When Mu Dong first saw that he seemed to still feel cold, he shivered unconsciously, wrapped him tightly with the quilt, and pulled him into his arms again.

"Well, I don't like it anymore."

It took a lot of energy for Mo Jinghe to deal with him like this, and his arms were warm and steady, and he finally fell asleep without resisting the drowsiness.

It was already noon when Mo Jinghe woke up the next day, and his legs and feet were still sore, and it was like this as soon as winter entered, and he was used to it. warm.

"My lord, you are awake. In the middle of last night, His Majesty brought Dr. Zhao to see you. Dr. Zhao said, 'Yang hurts Yang, Yin hurts Yin, the production of Qi and blood is insufficient, and cold coagulation is stagnant. Now it is the deficiency of both Yin and Yang. Yes.' I gave you an injection, and prescribed a prescription, and told you to eat three times a day, take six days and stop for one day, and take Sanqi for 21 days."

Mo Jinghe took the prescription and looked at it, it was just some warming and tonic medicine, why did it sound like he was about to die.

"You said that His Majesty came down yesterday?"

"Well, the one who came in the middle of the night kept hugging Young Master like that and didn't speak. When the morning court was approaching, Eunuch Liu Yuan came to remind him three or four times before leaving."

When did it become so easy for him to leave the palace?

"Has Your Highness eaten breakfast?"

Tian'er doesn't know what happened yesterday, but it must be related to the prince. He doesn't understand why Mo Jinghe cares about the prince so much, and he really can't see what is in the prince that deserves Mo Jinghe's treatment?

"Yes, I only use the snacks and porridge."

Mo Jinghe sighed lightly, finally calmed down a bit, did the incident yesterday touch his nerve?

"Have you practiced martial arts?"

"It's going to be practiced in the yard."

"Is it snowing outside?"

"It was quite heavy in the early hours of the morning, so it will stop."

It was the time for the emperor to go back. He should have come out at this time on horseback, and he was rushing back. It was snowing heavily and the road was slippery.

"Has the snow been swept away in the prince's courtyard?"

"Early in the morning, I saw a servant shoveling the snow, but he didn't pay attention to it. The snow on the ground is gone, and there are still some thin ice."

Mo Jing said softly, "Grandpa Lu'er is a persimmon who only picks the soft ones? Just bullying us? There is no punishment for this kind of thing?"

"Many servants in His Royal Highness's mansion are the queen's people, I think they don't want to offend."

Mo Jinghe smiled: "Then let's act as the first bird?"

Tian'er persuaded: "You are just recovering from a serious illness, and each fish lives its own life. Why do you have to help him by yourself, and he doesn't appreciate it."

The emperor entrusted the prince to him, and he had to take care of how the prince treated him.

Mo Jinghe smiled: "Even if we don't offend the queen, the queen will definitely hate us. What's the difference?"

When he said this, he was confident and calm, without any fear.

The Mo family has been run by five dynasties and four generations, and has long been closely related to the Mu family. No matter how prosperous the Liu family is now, it is still incomparable to the Mo family. He respects the queen, but has no fear.

Tian'er is very envious of Mo Jinghe, it's great to have a good family background, don't worry about this or that, whoever makes him feel uncomfortable, just go back, he has confidence so he has nothing to fear, behind him is the whole Mo family, so he Do everything with confidence and confidence, with a strong back and confidence.

"Let's go, let's go and play for His Highness."

Only this prince... Hey.

Mo Jinghe entered the yard and saw that the prince said he was practicing martial arts, rather he was moving, up and down, left and right, carefully practicing the footwork that he had taught him a few days ago.

"what!"

Mo Jing and his feet slipped, and he fell towards Tian'er. Tian'er was startled, and he quickly reached out to help him. Mo Jing and Qinggong are not bad, Tian'er thought that they would be brought together to throw them upside down, but they didn't Cheng Xiang didn't know how to borrow strength, so he had already stabilized his figure, but he just pretended to lean against himself.

Tian'er immediately understood Mo Jinghe's intentions.

"Which yard was swept today, the snow has not been swept away, how can it be poor?"

A waiter surrounded by attendants said: "Go back to Mr. Mo, it's Guaer."

Mo Jinghe took two steps forward, first bowed to the prince, then greeted the prince as usual, and finally said: "Your Highness, it is a trivial matter to fall down today, if you fall, what should you do? Your Highness is kind and generous. My servant, but this servant doesn't have such a mind as His Highness, and I feel so aggrieved today, I must punish that unscrupulous thing."

The prince looked at him and didn't speak.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Then he said to the attendant and servant: "Bring him up."

The waiter glanced at the prince, saw the prince nodded, and said "No".

The prince sat in the pavilion and poured himself a cup of tea.

Mo Jinghe also sat down opposite him very freely.

The prince made a gesture: yesterday's fragrant soup from the palace, do you think it's okay to use?

Mo Jing said softly: "Your Highness's gift is the best thing. After using it, I feel refreshed and comfortable."