The prince is hard to serve

When Fuquan came in with the meal, what he saw was that His Royal Highness was staring at Mu Ziling intently, while Mu Ziling lowered his head, and if he looked carefully, the roots of his ears were still a little red.

With a smile and a light cough, Fuquan said: "Your Highness, the meal you ordered has been prepared."

Nodding his head, Yan Wenhao said, "Bring it over here." After speaking, he called two more famous supervisors and asked them to set up low tables on the bed.

"Yes." Fuquan replied respectfully, walked straight in, put the tray in his hand on the low table, and stepped back after setting it up.

Mu Ziling was only wearing white underwear. He was sitting on the head of the bed, looking at the meal set in front of him, with a dying expression and no appetite.

Seeing Mu Ziling frowning, Fuquan couldn't help but sternly said, "His Highness specially ordered the kitchen to make this."

As he said that, he stopped, took a cautious look at Yan Wenhao's expression, and saw that His Royal Highness did not object to his words, so he cleared his throat and continued: "Your Highness knows that you are unwell, Mr. Mu, and you probably don't have much appetite. So after dinner, I specially ordered the kitchen to make some light and healthy side dishes and bring over the porridge, at this moment, even if you no longer have an appetite, for His Highness's sake, you should eat some."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling raised his head and looked at Yan Wenhao, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

Yan Wenhao looked back at him calmly, with a very faint smile in his eyes, and said: "You have to eat dinner, let alone modesty should eat more, so that you can get better sooner."

"..."

"Okay," lowering his head, Mu Ziling reached out to pick up the chopsticks, was silent for a while, and then said softly, "I will finish eating." Even though he didn't know what the second prince's real purpose was, he still pondered I don't know what his personality is, but he really feels this concern.

Yan Wenhao watched him eat bite by bite. Although he was eating very slowly, he had eaten anyway, so he felt relieved - no matter what, nothing happened to Mu Ziling now.

Next, there was only a slight chewing sound in the side hall.

So about a stick of incense time passed.

Mu Ziling chewed slowly, and finally ate most of the side dishes and porridge on the low table. He felt a little full.

Seeing that he was full, Yan Wenhao raised his hand to summon a few young eunuchs, and ordered them to remove the low table on the bed.

At about the same time, Ah Lin also came in with the boiled medicine. The old imperial doctor added Coptis chinensis to the prescription to clear away the heat and reduce the fire. A strong smell of medicine would waft in the air, and one could tell it was very bitter.

"My lord, it's time to take your medicine." With a cat face, Ah Lin opened his round eyes with concern.

"Well, bring it."

After taking the medicine from Ah Lin, Mu Ziling smelled the bitter taste, without much expression on his face, without any hesitation, he drank the medicine cleanly as soon as he raised his head.

Seeing that his young master had finished drinking the medicine, Ah Lin was afraid that he would suffer, so he quickly took out a small bag of candied fruit from his bosom, and handed it to him eagerly, "I specially asked several court ladies to come here, you eat it." One, which can remove the bitterness." Apparently, he had forgotten what happened last time.

"I don't need this, I don't feel bitter, Ah Lin." Shaking his head, Mu Ziling pushed his hand back, a smile appeared on his pale face.

"But..." It's really bitter.Pouting his lips and staring at his young master for a while, Ah Lin finally reluctantly wrapped the candied fruit and stuffed it back into his bosom.

Looking at this scene thoughtfully, Yan Wenhao had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a little interest flashed in his eyes.

Not long after taking the medicine, Mu Ziling felt a little sleepy again. The old imperial doctor was afraid that he would suffer from a fever at night, so he specially added a dose of tranquilizing grass to the prescription so that he could sleep more peacefully.

This will be the beginning of the effect of the medicine.

Yan Wenhao saw that he looked sleepy, so he didn't want to stay any longer, not to mention that he was pretending to be sick, if he was still in good spirits at this hour, and he didn't look tired at all, someone who cared would be suspicious.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, then stood up from his seat, his gaze fell on Mu Ziling was very gentle: "Since you are tired of modesty, let's lie down and rest."

After a pause, he said with a smile again: "I should go back to rest, otherwise Imperial Physician Pei will whisper in my ear again tomorrow." After speaking, he smiled and winked at Mu Ziling.

"..."

Due to the fever, Mu Ziling's thoughts were a little sluggish, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it, and then he was going to get out of bed to see Yan Wenhao off personally.

"Momly, you don't have to get up..." Before Yan Wenhao finished speaking, he suddenly started to cough violently. He bent down, his expression very painful, and when the coughing stopped, his face was bloodless. Eyes are a little lax.

"Your Highness!"

Fuquan's face changed, and he didn't care about other things, so he randomly ordered two eunuchs and two maids to stay in the side hall to serve Mu Ziling, while he himself recruited another eunuch, and the two of them helped Yan Wenhao back to the main hall.

Their movements were extremely fast, and before Mu Ziling could react, Yan Wenhao's figure had disappeared at the door, presumably returning to the main hall.

After lifting the quilt, Mu Ziling wanted to get out of bed, he wanted to see Yan Wenhao, the heart-piercing cough just now made him a little worried.

——If something happens to the Second Prince at this time, His Majesty will probably be the first to blame him.

Noticing his young master's movements, Ah Lin immediately stopped him with wide eyes, "Young master, you are still sick. The imperial doctor said that you can't get out of bed."

"I'm fine, not to mention that the second prince's illness relapsed only to take care of me, so I should go and see him." Pulling Ah Lin's hand away, Mu Ziling insisted on getting up.

"But, the imperial doctor said that you can't get up." Ah Lin puffed up his cheeks.

I understand that Ah Lin is concerned about himself, but as a subject, he is also... the future prince and concubine, if he doesn't visit at this time, if the news is heard in the ears of His Majesty, the other party will definitely dislike him, and his life in the palace, It will also be difficult.

Knowing that he couldn't persuade the young master, Ah Lin pouted, even though he was unwilling in every possible way, he still turned around to get the clothes, and carefully dressed Mu Ziling again.

After a while, the two left the side hall one after the other, and after only turning a corner, they arrived at the main hall.

At this time, Yan Wenhao and Xie Jingyu were discussing important matters in the hall, and as a confidant eunuch, Fuquan was ordered to guard the door outside the hall.

He was waiting outside the hall, and when he saw Mu Ziling approaching, his chubby face showed a little surprise, "Mr. Mu, why are you here?" A thin voice rang out, even though the volume was not loud, it was not too loud in this silent night. It is very clear.

In the hall, Xie Jingyu was about to speak. Hearing this, Yan Wenhao frowned, raised his hand and made a quiet gesture to Xie Jingyu, and turned off another glazed lamp, then walked slowly to the door. look out of the gap.

Unaware that someone in the hall was watching him, Mu Ziling Chaofu smiled weakly, and said in a weak tone: "Your Highness coughed badly just now, I don't know what's going on now, I came here to see him."

Fuquan heard the words, the smile on his face remained unchanged, he bowed, and respectfully said: "His Highness is fine, but today is really too tired, and now he has rested, and the more serious ones, Mr. Mu is still sick, or Go back and rest."

"..." Mu Ziling opened his eyes wide and couldn't help being startled when he heard these words that were obviously trying to drive people away.

Did he come here by mistake?

Mu Ziling lowered his eyes and began to think seriously. After a long silence, he said softly: "Since His Highness has already fallen asleep, I won't bother you." Following the way when he came, he left slowly.

However, the moment he turned around, he seemed to feel a familiar gaze falling on him.