The prince is hard to serve

Mu Ziling was placed in the side hall, separated from the main hall where Yan Wenhao lived, only by a wall.

At this time, in the side hall.

Mu Ziling was still in a coma and did not wake up.

This time, the allergic symptoms were particularly severe. He had a high fever, his cheeks were flushed, and he was in a daze. He was clearly refreshed, but his eyelids were very heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

Seeing such a young master, Ah Lin turned around anxiously, his eye circles were red, so he could only keep soaking his handkerchief in cold water to cool him down.

The old imperial doctor hurried over with a medicine box, his beard was blown to a mess, he thought that Yan Wenhao had fallen ill again, and he was about to run into the main hall as soon as he arrived.

"My lord, it's not His Highness who is sick, but Young Master Mu." Fuquan stood at the door, saw that he was rushing in without thinking, stopped him, and explained aloud.

When the old imperial doctor heard that it wasn't Yan Wenhao who had another accident, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped, raised his hand to straighten his raised beard, and squinted at Fuquan: "Mr. Mu?"

While leading the old imperial doctor to the side hall, Fuquan answered him: "He is the son of Prime Minister Zuo Mu, and today he is ordered to enter the palace to meet His Highness."

The imperial decree issued by the emperor yesterday spread throughout the capital in just half a day. The old imperial doctor naturally knew about it, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Walking into the side hall, seeing that Yan Wenhao was actually sitting on the top seat and didn't leave, the old imperial doctor was startled, bowed quickly and saluted Yan Wenhao.

"Excuse me," Yan Wenhao waved his hands, his tone could not hide the lethargy: "Doctor Pei quickly go and treat Qianhe." He has spent too much energy today, and now he is very tired.

Hearing this, the old imperial doctor didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickly crossed the screen, walked to the bed, took out a cushion from the medicine box he carried with him, put it under Mu Ziling's wrist, and placed his index finger, middle finger, ring finger and three fingers on the bed. On Mu Ziling's wrist, he closed his eyes and began to feel his pulse...

"How about the humble body?"

With Fuquan's support, Yan Wenhao walked in slowly. He looked at Mu Ziling who was lying quietly on the bed, and a hint of apology flashed in his eyes.

The old imperial doctor opened his eyes, withdrew his hand that signaled the pulse, and replied respectfully: "Reporting to Your Highness, Mr. Mu is only allergic. In addition, he was poisoned before and his body has not fully recovered. He has a high fever and is unconscious. He just needs to rest for a while. , Drink it for a few days and you will be cured."

Ah Lin put Mu Ziling's hand into the quilt, and pulled back the corner of the quilt for him. Hearing this, he couldn't help interjecting, "My son has been allergic to almonds since he was a child."

After finishing speaking, Ah Lin puffed up his cheeks, his face full of doubts, how did the young master eat the almond cake?

"Have you ever been poisoned by modesty?" Yan Wenhao asked, looking at Ah Lin with doubts in his eyes.

As for Yan Wenhao, Ah Lin didn't like Yan Wenhao at all. After listening to his question, he puffed up his cheeks and replied angrily: "Half a month ago, there was an adulterer in the mansion who tried to poison the young master. Big, escaped from the dead, after a few days, the son's body has just recovered a little, and now it's like this again."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the second prince who was standing in front of him at this time, and gave a very slight "hum".

Yan Wenhao didn't miss the snort, he silently glanced at Ah Lin, his eyes were cold, and he didn't say anything.

Fuquan saw it from the side, and couldn't help touching his round belly, sweating for the ignorant Ah Lin.

Fortunately, Yan Wenhao didn't really care about it, he looked away, motioned to the maid at the side to offer a pen and ink, and said to the old imperial doctor: "Let's write the prescription." After finishing speaking, he raised a hand and rubbed his forehead, his expression getting more and more tired , and his face turned pale again.

"Yes." The old imperial doctor saluted and wrote down a prescription.

After a brief glance at the prescription, Yan Wenhao handed the prescription to Fuquan.Fuquan took it, and hurriedly recruited a young eunuch, and asked him to follow the old imperial doctor to get the medicine.

After the old imperial doctor withdrew, Yan Wenhao did not leave, but sat where he was, propping his forehead with one hand, and sat for another stick of incense.

Seeing that Yan Wenhao still had no intention of getting up, Fuquan's chubby face wrinkled. He took a step forward and said respectfully, "Your Highness, you should go back and rest."

His Highness has been up for too long today, and he spent a lot of time playing chess just now, if he doesn't go back to rest at this time, his condition, which had improved a bit, will probably worsen again.

"It's okay." Yan Wenhao changed his sitting position, and said in a calm tone, "I'll sit for a while longer and see if Qian He can wake up."

"Yes."

Taking a peek at his master's expression, Fuquan didn't dare to say any more, and after a respectful response, he returned to his original place.

Fuquan was standing close just now, but he actually heard the conversation between Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling. At first, he didn't understand why His Highness obviously hated almond cakes the most, but deliberately said that he liked it the most. Forcing Mu Ziling to eat it... Now it seems that His Highness clearly did it on purpose.

As for the reason why His Highness did this, he is a little slave, and he only needs to do his job well as a slave, and he doesn't need to know too much about the rest.

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When Mu Ziling woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning. His fever had subsided a little, but his head still hurt a lot and he didn't have much strength. He sat up with his arms propped up. He turned his head and looked carefully at the strange room. Then he couldn't help frowning.

He is still in the palace!

Looking around, seeing no familiar figure, Mu Ziling opened his mouth and called, "A Lin?" His voice was weak and very hoarse.

"He's going to make medicine for you." A gentle voice sounded, Mu Ziling turned his head in surprise, and saw Yan Wenhao slowly walking in from behind the screen.

He didn't even notice that there was someone behind the screen just now.

"Your Highness?!" Seeing someone coming, Mu Ziling was about to lift the quilt and get up from the bed to salute.

"It's good to lie down modestly. You don't have to stand up and salute if you're still sick." Yan Wenhao waved his hand, smiled at him, then walked to his side, and put his hand on his forehead again: "It's still very It’s hot, go ahead and rest.”

Feeling the temperature of the palm on his forehead, Mu Ziling was a little embarrassed, and his body couldn't help becoming stiff. After he realized it, he tilted his head back and separated from that hand.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm already much better." Lowering his eyes, Mu Ziling paused for a while, and then slowly said: "It's already late now, I should go back home."

Yan Wenhao pressed Mu Ziling's shoulders to prevent him from getting up, "I have sent someone to notify Mr. Mu just now, Qianhe can stay here tonight with peace of mind."

After all, without waiting for Mu Ziling to react, Yan Wenhao said again: "Do you want to drink some water for modesty?"

He nodded instinctively, and realized what he had done when he came back to his senses. Just as Mu Ziling was about to say no, he found that a glass of water was held in a white hand and passed it in front of his eyes.

"Your Highness?" Mu Ziling raised his head.

"Drink it, you will definitely feel dry mouth and tongue when you wake up from a high fever, drinking some water will make it better." Yan Wenhao looked down at him, with bits and pieces of tenderness in his eyes.

Although he deliberately lured Mu Ziling to eat almond cakes because of temptation, in fact, he didn't dislike Mu Ziling, and even admired him very much. To become like-minded friends... Unfortunately, this is not the case in reality. If he wants to live and take revenge, he must stand on that supreme position, and Mu Ziling must stand by his side.

As a princess.

——He needs Mu Jiyan to help him with all his strength.

But no matter what, at this moment, his concern and consideration are sincere.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Taking the water glass from Yan Wenhao's hand, Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, and a trace of warmth flashed across his heart. Apart from his father, this was the first time he felt sincere care from someone else... Even though it was a bit awkward.

Smiling slightly, Yan Wenhao looked at him with a focused and gentle expression: "Qian He doesn't need to be too polite to me, we will be husband and wife in a month, you are my princess, and I should take care of you, as I should. "

"..."

Hearing these words, Mu Ziling's expression froze, and there was embarrassment between his brows.