The prince is hard to serve

In this chess game, it took them an hour at a time.

When the winner was determined, Mu Ziling was still a little unsatisfied. It had been a long time since he had encountered such an evenly matched opponent—although he was lucky to win, but only by a few chess pieces.

If there is another game, he may not be able to win.

Looking up at Yan Wenhao, Mu Ziling's eyes brightened: "One more game?"

Yan Wenhao smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but his face changed as he spoke, he turned his head and coughed violently a few times, and when he turned his head again, his face was as pale as paper, and there were thin spots on his forehead. In a cold sweat: "Probably not, the night is already deep."

Just now the drum rang a second time, not to mention that he is still 'seriously ill'.

Seeing Yan Wenhao's listless appearance, Mu Ziling calmed down, and soon remembered that his health was not good, and he had been busy all day today... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed .

"Sorry, I'm too excited." While speaking, Mu Ziling got up and went to pour Yan Wenhao a glass of water: "Drink some, your throat will feel better."

After receiving the water, Yan Wenhao blinked, and a weak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you."

Shaking his head, Mu Ziling also showed him a smile: "It's just a little effort."

Seeing that Yan Wenhao's complexion improved after drinking all the water, Mu Ziling called Fuquan who was waiting at the door to come in.Come in with Fuquan, there is also a maid.

Turning his head to look at Fuquan, Yan Wenhao said wearily, "Come and change."

They were still wearing scarlet wedding dresses, there were six layers of wedding dresses, each layer was cumbersome to wear, and without help from others, they couldn't take it off by themselves.

Fuquan served Yan Wenhao since he was a child. Hearing this, he naturally went to help him, while Mu Ziling was assisted by another court lady.

Seeing that the maid's hand was about to touch Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao suddenly said, "Go and get another eunuch."

After Yan Wenhao's words fell, Mu Ziling couldn't help turning his head to look at him, his eyes were surprised, and even Fuquan couldn't help but sneak a few glances at his highness.

He waved his hand to signal the maid to go down, and after her figure disappeared, Yan Wenhao said slowly: "Qian He, you are a man." His voice was not loud, but his tone was meaningful.

After being stunned for a moment, after realizing it, Mu Ziling immediately understood the meaning of Yan Wenhao's words——

Although he was married to Yan Wenhao, he still couldn't change the fact that he was a man, and no matter how remote the High Heaven Pavilion was, it was also in the palace. As a concubine, he should really keep a distance from any female relatives, including the palace maids.

Living in the palace, every step of the way needs to be cautious.

Seeing the change in Mu Ziling's eyes, Yan Wenhao knew that Mu Ziling had understood the meaning of his words, so he stopped talking. He opened his hands and let Fuquan take off the layers of happiness for him. clothes, revealing the white underwear inside.

Soon, a young eunuch came in, took off the outside wedding clothes for Mu Ziling, and took off his hair crown for him, letting down his straight black hair.

After serving them to wash and change clothes, Fuquan and the little eunuch saluted, then bowed and retreated, leaving only two people sitting on the bed on one left and one on the right in the room.

Sitting on the bed for a while, Mu Ziling looked at Yan Wenhao who was sitting next to him, fell silent for a while, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed again.

Since he could remember, this was the first time he had to share the same bed with someone, and the other person was a man... This made Mu Ziling feel very uncomfortable and awkward.

He silently thought, luckily this bed is big enough, even if three or four adult men lie on it, it won't be crowded, they sleep on each side and can't touch each other.

Compared to Mu Ziling's entanglement, Yan Wenhao, on the other hand, didn't look uncomfortable at all.

As soon as Fuquan and the others left, he had already lay down, patted the seat beside him, and stared at Mu Ziling with a smile: "Qian He, aren't you going to sleep?" His tone was natural, as if it had always been like this.

"...Going to sleep." After hesitating for a long time, Mu Ziling lay down slowly. He opened his eyes wide, stared straight at the carved patterns on the bed beam above his head, and tried his best to ignore the extra breathing around him.

Yan Wenhao looked at Mu Ziling for a while, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger. He pulled the quilt up a bit, covered his neck, and said softly, "Go to sleep, be modest."

"...Okay." Mu Ziling responded, but his body was still stiff, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't feel sleepy.

Time passed slowly.

After feeling that Yan Wenhao, who was lying next to him, was breathing gradually evenly, Mu Ziling blinked, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yan Wenhao who had fallen asleep under the faint glass light.

Staring at it for a while, Mu Ziling withdrew his gaze. He frowned, staring at the carvings on the top of his head in a daze. He felt more and more that this second prince was an incomprehensible person, and it seemed that he was hiding many secrets. .

Thinking about it like this, before he knew it, Mu Ziling's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already the second day.

"..."

Looking at the chest in front of him, and feeling the hand on his waist, Mu Ziling's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

When did he run into Yan Wenhao's arms?

At this time Yan Wenhao hadn't woken up yet, so Mu Ziling didn't dare to move. He was buried in Yan Wenhao's arms with his cheek pressed against Yan Wenhao's chest. This posture allowed him to clearly feel I saw the slight turbulence in the chest of the other party between each breath.

This made him very at a loss for a while.

He maintained this movement for a long time, until Mu Ziling felt that his whole body was going to be stiff, and there was a soft sound of someone walking outside the door, accompanied by a soft "squeak", and the palace door was blocked from outside. Pushing in, Fuquan led several palace servants in lightly.

Instructing several palace people to stand in front of the screen, Fuquan walked around the screen and came to the window, lowered his head, and respectfully said: "Your Highness, Wangfei, it's time to get up."

"En." A lazy voice sounded from above Mu Ziling's head, which surprised him, and then he froze.

Looking down at the fluffy head in his arms, feeling the stiff body of the person in his arms, a smile flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes, he withdrew his hand from Mu Ziling's waist, and patted it naturally On his back, pretending not to know, he asked, "Qian He, are you awake?"

"Wake up, wake up."

He quickly withdrew from Yan Wenhao's arms. Although Mu Ziling's cheeks were still red, his eyes were full of doubts. He couldn't figure out why he and Yan Wenhao slept in their arms.

Seeing Mu Ziling's doubts, but Yan Wenhao didn't mean to answer the doubts, but patted him on the shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Get up modestly first."

Mu Ziling had already calmed down. Hearing this, he nodded his head, then got up and let the two eunuchs dress him and wash him up.He knew that Yan Wenhao still had to wait for several imperial doctors to diagnose and treat him separately, and he could only get up after making sure that he was in good health.

Seeing that Mu Ziling was fully dressed, Fu Quancai supported Yan Wenhao to sit behind the head of the bed, and said slowly, "Your Highness, Imperial Doctor Pei and the others are already waiting outside the hall."

Yan Wenhao blinked, and nodded slightly at him: "Well, let them come in." After speaking, he tilted his head again, looking at Mu Ziling with gentle eyes, "If Qian He feels hungry, let him go first." Let's have breakfast." They were busy all day yesterday and didn't eat much.

Mu Ziling looked at him and shook his head, "No need, I'll wait for you." After finishing speaking, he found a chair and sat down, took another cup of tea from a court lady, lowered his head, and tasted it quietly with.

After looking at Mu Ziling for a long time, after looking away, the smile on Yan Wenhao's face deepened. He lowered his head, looked at his palm, recalled the feeling of touching Mu Ziling's waist just now, and narrowed his eyes. A pair of good-looking eyes, the expression inside, can't see clearly.

Fuquan stood beside Yan Wenhao, keeping his eyes on his nose and his heart, silent.