The prince is hard to serve

Seeing that Li He was dragged away before he could say a word, the other imperial doctors looked at each other in blank dismay, and then knelt down one after another. No one dared to take another step, for fear that it would be their turn next.

However, Yan Wenhao didn't take time to pay attention to them, and let them kneel like this, as if they didn't exist, while he got up on his own, letting Fuquan put on his clothes and tidy up his clothes, and the other court ladies The eunuch takes care of washing.

After the maids and eunuchs carrying the toiletries left the main hall, Yan Wenhao remembered the imperial doctor who was kneeling at the door, walked over slowly, looked at them condescendingly, and said calmly: "Get up, today's matter , I don't blame you, as for the father, you should know how to say it."

Several imperial doctors were sweating coldly, nodded quickly, "I understand."

"That's it, let's all go down." After speaking, Yan Wenhao waved his hands, and then walked past them to the outside of the hall.

Fu Quan followed Yan Wenhao, carefully supported him, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, should I go and see the princess, after all..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Mu Ziling is the son-in-law of the prime minister's mansion, with amazing talents and brilliant talents. He has always been the best husband-in-law candidate for most women in the capital who have not left the court. It is already a humiliation for him to marry Yan Wenhao as a man. Now Li In front of so many people, He directly talked about such a private matter, with obvious implication, pointing out that he was suspected of charming the prince——

In fact, everyone knows that with Yan Wenhao's current body, he can't do any drastic things at all. It's not easy to get up and walk, let alone sexual intercourse... Li He's remarks are nothing but aimed at Mu Ziling , As for who instructed it and what it intends to do, it remains to be discussed.

"Help me over there," sighed, Yan Wenhao raised his head, looked at Mu Ziling who was sitting alone in the gazebo with his back facing him not far away, pondered for a while, and then said: "Order the others to Send breakfast there too."

"Yes." Fuquan replied respectfully.

Inside the gazebo.

Mu Ziling had been sitting for a long time, and the slightly humid cool wind blew his hair, but he didn't react at all, but his eyes fell on the few lotus flowers in the pond that were about to bloom, and he was a little dazed.

He thought that he had experienced life and death once, and when he came back again, he could no longer care about many things——

Just like before, he could calmly accept being like a woman, letting the officials in the palace teach him every word and deed; put on red makeup and marry another man...

But just now, he found that he still had a lot that he couldn't accept and couldn't let go of. He felt suffocated, ashamed, and even unable to think about the words of the imperial doctor and the sights thrown at him...

He was already proud and arrogant, and it was hard for him to convince himself to face such a fate and choice calmly, but when the naked, humiliating words came towards him, he really couldn't bear it.

The hands in the wide sleeves were clenched into fists, and the nails sank deeply into the palms. The bursts of pain finally brought back Mu Ziling's thoughts. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and looked at the animals swimming in the pond. Goldfish, with deep blankness in his eyes.

——Whether he chose the right path, and whether he could stick to it to the end, he had doubts.

In fact, no matter in the previous life or in the present life, Mu Ziling has lived under the protection of Mu Jiyan since he was a child. Even though he almost died several times because of Xu Ziqi, he died under Xu Ziqi's conspiracy in the last life, but in the final analysis, His living environment is still good and simple.

Because it was not until before his death in the last life that he discovered Xu Ziqi's true face, knowing that his several lives and deaths were directly related to her.

He has experienced too little, and his world is still like a blank sheet of paper. Even though he has read thousands of books, is full of talent, and is fortunate enough to return to the origin of changing his destiny after his death, his heart has also changed, but it is only a little change, not enough. , is simply not enough.

Immersed in his own thoughts, Mu Ziling didn't notice Yan Wenhao and Fuquan's arrival at all.

"Wang..." Fuquan took a step forward, and was about to speak when Yan Wenhao interrupted him with his eyes.

Signaling Fuquan to go down first, Yan Wenhao sat down opposite Mu Ziling, then raised one hand to support his chin, looked at the young man in front of him with probing eyes, and a strange flash flashed in his eyes.

His eyes were deep, but also as black as thick ink.

For a while, the pavilion was extremely quiet.

I don't know how long it took before Mu Ziling blinked his tired eyes. When he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Wenhao who was sitting opposite him staring at him. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to stand up and salute. .

Grasping Mu Ziling's hand on the white jade table, Yan Wenhao shook his head at him, "Qianhe, you don't have to salute me."

"……it is good."

Lowering his eyes, Mu Ziling's eyes fell on the hand he was holding with Yan Wenhao on the white jade table. He tried to pull it out, but found that he couldn't pull it back, so he stopped moving and let their hands move like that. Hold each other.

Never mentioning what happened just now, Yan Wenhao just held him like that, looked around, and asked aloud, "Why didn't you see that servant boy of yours?"

He remembered clearly that the boy with the round face acted like an old hen protecting the calf a few times, guarding in front of Mu Ziling impulsively and recklessly.

Somewhat surprised that Yan Wenhao would ask about Ah Lin, Mu Ziling thought for a while, and replied: "I left him in the Prime Minister's residence, this is the imperial palace, Ah Lin is not suitable to come in."

Yan Wenhao nodded, and said: "When the mansion outside the palace is repaired, bring him modestly. You should have a servant by your side." After a pause, he continued: "In the palace, there will be more There is a lot of freedom in the palace, so there is no need to be so cautious."

There are eyeliners of various forces everywhere in the palace. Ah Lin's character is indeed not suitable for entering the palace, but in the palace, it will be better. Even if there are occasional words that are not thought of, it will not cause too much trouble.

After hearing what he said, Mu Ziling suddenly raised his head to look at him, with a flash of joy in his eyes, he knew that Yan Wenhao's words were equivalent to giving A Lin a "gold medal for avoiding death" in disguise, as long as A Lin can restrain himself too much If he is not so impulsive anymore, he can stay in the palace and continue to follow him.

"Thank you," he heard himself say.

Yan Wenhao still held his hand, and smiled at him: "Why should you be modest and thank me, you are my princess, you should have the right to choose to marry your attendants."

As he said that, he took a deep look at Mu Ziling, and then slowly said: "Besides, I should thank you, it is you who are willing to save my life."

Mu Ziling could understand what Yan Wenhao said.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

Just at this time, Fuquan led the maids to bring up the breakfast, and the exquisite dishes were placed on the white jade table one by one, breaking the quiet state.

Let go of Mu Ziling's hand, Yan Wenhao tilted his head, and told Fuquan: "Go and invite Imperial Physician Pei here."

Fuquan respectfully took the order to retreat.

"Among these dishes, is there anyone you like modestly?" With a smile on his lips, Yan Wenhao took the cloth chopsticks from the hand of the maid, picked up a piece of fish and put it in Mu Ziling's bowl, and asked in a gentle voice: "How about this way?"

"..."

Lowering his head, Mu Ziling looked at the fish in the bowl, frowned slightly, but didn't speak, his expression was a little uncomfortable and a little doubtful.

Seeing Mu Ziling not moving his chopsticks for a long time, Yan Wenhao picked another dish for him, and asked again: "Doesn't Qian He like fish? Then try this dish." This time he picked up a piece of pork ribs.

His eyes flickered, and this time, Mu Ziling finally responded, "...I'll do it myself."

"Alright."

Putting down the cloth chopsticks, seeing Mu Ziling's bland attitude, Yan Wenhao seemed a little disappointed.

Glancing at Yan Wenhao, after hesitating for a while, Mu Ziling finally raised his hand to scoop him a bowl of soup, "Your Highness, you can eat too."

Looking at the soup in front of him, Yan Wenhao's eyes lit up, he nodded, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.