The prince is hard to serve

It was night and it was raining heavily.

The pattering raindrops fell on the bluestone slabs, making the originally silent night a little noisy.

After a while, the watchman beat the third watch drum, and the heavy rain was still falling.

In stark contrast to this silent night, at this moment, Prime Minister Zuo's mansion was in a mess, with people coming and going, wearing straw coir raincoats, walking through the rain, with hurried steps.

A young man holding an umbrella led a few old men with medicine boxes and came quickly from the courtyard. The rain almost soaked their bodies, but they didn't have time to take care of it. They stepped up the steps quickly, their wet boots were There are several clearly identifiable marks left on the bluestone steps.

Seeing them coming, the eyes of the young man who had been standing at the door lit up, he saluted quickly, and then led them into the room.

In the back room brightly lit by candles, a middle-aged man with a stern face was sitting upright. He frowned and stared at the young man on the bed with hard eyes.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head. After seeing the people coming, he nodded to them expressionlessly, paused, and said again: "Please, all the doctors." There seemed to be something in his tone. A trace of worry.

"The Prime Minister's words are serious." Several old men looked solemn, they bowed slightly, and said to the middle-aged man: "I will do my best." After the words fell, they had already walked towards the bed.

These old men are all imperial physicians in the palace, and the middle-aged man is the left prime minister of Dayan, Mu Jiyan, who lives in the first rank.

As time passed bit by bit, seeing that the young man on the bed still hadn't improved at all, the round face of the young man who was leading the way for the imperial doctor just now wrinkled into a bun, he clenched his hands tightly, bit his lips lightly, and said to himself He muttered softly: "Young Master Ji Ren has his own heaven, please God bless..."

Time is still passing slowly.

Finally, when the fifth watch drum sounded, the young man on the bed moved a little, let out a moan, and then quickly spit out a large mouthful of black poisonous blood.

Seeing this scene, Mu Jiyan's expression finally eased.

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Mu Ziling opened his eyes profusely with sweat, still in a trance, staring at the carved top of the bed for a while, then sat up abruptly after realizing it.

He looked down at his hands, then raised his hands again, tried to touch his face, and even his breathing became short... It was not illusory and transparent, but warm and real.

He's obviously dead, but...

Tentatively pinching himself, Mu Ziling found that it would hurt, and repeated confirmation many times, but the result was the same... After a long time, he finally no longer doubted it, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth turned up stood up, showing a slight smile.

Good, he's alive again.

Thinking of this, his body relaxed as if his strength had been relieved, and he lay back on the bed again. Mu Ziling stared blankly at the top of the bed, his eyes were deep, like a cold pool, without a gleam of light.

Vaguely, he seemed to have returned to the cell where he was once imprisoned.

There, his body was tightly chained to the stone wall, unable to resist, someone came towards him with a grinning smile, holding a glass of wine, after that, his mouth was forcibly opened, and the glass of wine was poured rudely into his mouth and force him to swallow.

The wine was very bitter and astringent.

Soon, the poisonous wine took effect, and before his vision became dark and his consciousness disappeared, he saw the person who had been standing in the shadows, showing his true colors, and smiled proudly at him.

It took a long time for Mu Ziling to recover from his trance. He closed his eyes and turned his head. The shattered hair on his forehead covered his expression. He tightly clutched the quilt with his hands, and the veins on the back of his pale hands were protruding— — It seemed that only in this way could he hold back the monstrous hatred that was about to explode in his heart.

At this moment, the door creaked, followed by deliberately light footsteps, and someone came in.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Mu Ziling put down the vigilance hidden in his eyes after seeing clearly who was coming.

The person who came was the young man who led the way for the imperial doctor yesterday. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were bright and his round face was very cute.

At this moment, the young man saw Mu Ziling who was lying on the bed open his eyes, his round eyes blinked twice quickly, and the next moment, he cried and threw himself on the bed with a cry.

"My lord, you're finally awake!" The young man was full of joy, and he stammered, "Ah Lin thought, Ah Lin thought..." The boy burst into tears again before he finished speaking.

Mu Ziling turned his head and quietly looked at the young man lying beside his bed who was laughing and crying, with a hint of warmth in his eyes, "Ah Lin..." Perhaps it was because he just woke up, his voice was extremely hoarse.

Hearing his name, the young man quickly wiped his face and stood up, and asked worriedly: "My lord, what's wrong with you? Wait for a while, I'll go and tell the master right away." After speaking, he said Ready to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute, Ah Lin, I'm fine." Mu Ziling stopped him, and then coughed twice, his voice was a little low and weak, "What year and month is it now?"

Ah Lin stood where he was. Hearing this, the worry on his face became even more serious. He took a step forward and replied, "My lord, today is the sixth day of April, and you have been in a coma for three days."

Mu Ziling remembered that he had been seriously ill several times, but he couldn't remember the exact time, and couldn't take a seat, so he asked again: "Why am I in a coma?"

"Did you forget?" While speaking, Ah Lin's eye circles turned red again: "Three days ago, after dinner, you went back to your room to read as usual, but you didn't expect that the young master suddenly vomited after reading a stick of incense. I passed out with a mouthful of blood, and at that time..."

"Okay," Mu Ziling blinked tiredly, then waved his hand to Ah Lin, and said softly, "I'm tired, you go." He already knew what year it was.

That time he really narrowly escaped death, if it wasn't because he was so fatal that he ate a food that was incompatible with the poison at dinner, otherwise even if several imperial doctors healed him, they would be powerless.

Ah Lin raised his head and glanced at his young master's pale and feeble appearance, bit his lip lightly, saluted respectfully for a moment, and then quietly retreated out.

When Ah Lin left and there was no one else in the room, Mu Ziling clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug into his flesh, and laughed silently.

this time...

this time!

The heavens have eyes, and let him go back to this time, back to half a month ago when His Majesty decreed to grant him a marriage.

Everything... still in time!

This time, he will never be willful again, trying to resist the edict and refuse the marriage with his own strength. If the edict comes down, he will agree to marry.

Being able to live a new life is already a gift from God to him, even if he is asked to marry another man as a man, so what?

As for Mrs. Xu, his stepmother, Mrs. Xu, he will never be fooled by her gentleness and kindness on the surface like in the previous life, foolishly let her play with her in the applause, trust her sweet words, cocoon himself, and finally put himself in a cocoon. to death.

Since he had God's mercy to live a new life, then he would go to ask Xu for justice, and ask her, why did he want to kill him so many times because he didn't intend to fight for something?

——If he hadn't learned before he died that it was Xu who almost stepped into the gate of hell several times, he still didn't know how good at disguising and ruthless his stepmother was.

And how long have he and his father been deceived by this person.

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In the blink of an eye, Mu Ziling was reborn, half a month had passed.

During this period of time, the imperial doctor detoxified Mu Ziling three more times, and finally eliminated all the remaining toxins in his body.

It's just that although the toxins in the body have been removed, the body injured by the poison can't recover so quickly. What's more, when Mu Ziling was born, he was not yet full-term, and his body was not comparable to that of ordinary people. After this incident, The physique is even worse.

After half a month of lingering sickness, Mu Ziling felt that his bones were about to crumble. It just so happened that the day was clear and clear. He looked at the warm sunshine outside the window, so he got up and got out of bed, took the coat from the screen, and put it on his body. Push open the door and go out.

"My lord, why are you up? The imperial doctor told you to take a good rest." Ah Lin, who came in through the archway with medicine, saw Mu Ziling standing at the door, and hurried forward, handed the bowl to the waiter, and then trotted Come and support Mu Ziling.

"It's okay, it's just that I've been lying down for too long, and I want to take a walk and bask in the sun." Mu Ziling looked at the medicine in the hand of the waiter beside him, and then said, "It's time to take the medicine...take the medicine bring it on."

Helping Mu Ziling to sit down at the stone table, Ah Lin took the medicine bowl from the waiter and handed it to Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling raised his head and drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

Ah Lin took out a pack of candied fruit and presented it to Mu Ziling. With a blink of an eye, he said like offering a treasure: "Young master, this medicine is bitter. After drinking it, eat another candied fruit, which can remove the bitter taste in your mouth." He remembered his family The son was the most afraid of suffering since he was a child.

Mu Ziling smiled, but did not reach out to take the candied fruit, but pushed A Lin's hand away, shaking his head: "No, this medicine is not bitter." No matter how bitter it was, it was not as bitter as the glass of poisoned wine in the prison, It was nothing but the hatred and resentment in his heart.

Staring blankly at the young master standing in front of him, Ah Lin was a little dazed. He brewed the medicine himself, and he could smell the smell during the brewing process. When the smell entered his nose, he already felt unspeakably miserable... Yao Mingming is very bitter, but why does the young master say it is not bitter?

Not paying attention to Ah Lin's expression any more, Mu Ziling raised his eyes and stared out of the arched door indifferently.

After a while, a woman came in with five or six waiters.

The woman looks young and well-maintained. She is wearing a finely crafted gown, wearing a purple hairpin, and her long ribbon is hidden in the skirt. She has picturesque eyebrows and a smile on her mouth. When she saw that she was sitting at the stone table Mu Ziling's eyes quickly became worried, and his footsteps became a little anxious.