The prince is hard to serve

After they finished their breakfast, Fuquan led Imperial Physician Pei to stand outside the gazebo to see him.

"Your Highness, Imperial Physician Pei has arrived."

At this time, in the gazebo, the dishes on the white jade table had already been cleaned up, and a pot of tea, two teacups, and several plates of snacks were placed on top of it. Besides these, there was also a chess board and two chess boxes.

And Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling were playing chess with full concentration.

Hearing Fuquan's words, Yan Wenhao put down his obsession, nodded and said, "Come in."

Imperial doctor Pei walked into the gazebo as he said, and then walked towards Yan Wenhao while rummaging through the medicine box, "Your Highness, please..." He just opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: " I'm fine, you go and see the modest hand."

Imperial Physician Pei was a little shocked, but he didn't show anything on his face. He responded, and then changed his angle when he landed, and he was in front of Mu Ziling in a few steps.

"Princess, please stretch out your hand and let me take a look."

"My hands are fine, you can go."

Mu Ziling shook his head and refused. He pursed his lips, and instead of stretching out his hand as he said, he completely tucked his left hand into his sleeve. The fingerprints on his palm still hurt slightly. He didn't want people to see it, especially imperial physician.

He could recognize that the Imperial Physician Pei in front of him was also among those imperial physicians just now.

Imperial physician Pei frowned. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Wenhao. Seeing that Yan Wenhao didn't have much expression on his face, he hesitated for a while and said again: "Please stretch out your hand."

Mu Ziling was still silent. He sat in one posture, and slowly tightened his left hand in the sleeve... The pain that intensified instantly made him frown.

Noticing his expression, Yan Wenhao frowned, and said, "Forget it, Imperial Physician Pei, go down now." After speaking, he whispered to Fuquan a few more times.

After Fuquan and Pei Yuyi left the gazebo, Yan Wenhao stood up, walked slowly to Mu Ziling, squatted down beside Mu Ziling, and held his hand before Mu Ziling could react. left hand.

"Your Highness, you..." Looking at him in surprise, Mu Ziling tried hard to withdraw his hand.

"Humble, don't move." Holding his hand tighter, Yan Wenhao raised his head and looked at him with concern in his eyes: "Let me see, okay?"

"..."

Facing Yan Wenhao's gaze and seeing the genuine worry inside, Mu Ziling pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, then simply turned his head away, but he didn't move his hands anymore - he compromised.

Seeing the awkward reaction of the young man in front of him, a smile flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes. After that, he stopped talking, turned his head down, and carefully opened his clenched fist, revealing the bloody flesh inside. palm.

Yan Wenhao couldn't help frowning when he saw that the palm that was originally fair was now covered with blood, bloody and bloody.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Mu Ziling had already turned his face back, and was looking at Yan Wenhao with a complicated look with lowered eyes.

The first time they met after rebirth, he knew that his perception of Yan Wenhao was biased. However, except for that time when Yan Wenhao forced him to eat almond cakes, he felt that Yan Wenhao Hao is not much different from the second prince in memory.

He found that he really couldn't understand Yan Wenhao.

At the same time, he also instinctively sensed that the path he chose might be very bumpy and difficult.

"Why doesn't it hurt?"

Yan Wenhao put on a serious face and refuted him aloud, then took out a white towel from his arms, and gently wiped the blood on his palm.

Staring at the top of Yan Wenhao's head for a while, feeling the care of the other party when touching his palm, Mu Ziling's eyes gradually softened, and the shame and resentment in his heart gradually faded away.

He actually knew that, no matter what, the incident just now had nothing to do with Yan Wenhao, and Yan Wenhao's concern for him at this moment was also from the bottom of his heart.

Although he has been immersed in reading since he was a child and is not interested in other things, he also understands that this palace, which looks magnificent and is the aspiration of many people, is also the most terrifying place. There are too many people here. Status, overtly, secretly, fighting fiercely, abandoning too many things, even... family, brotherhood.

He guessed that what happened today might be driven by some force behind the scenes. As for their purpose, he couldn't guess.

However, it is nothing more than the word power.

At this moment, a thin voice rang in his ears, Mu Ziling suddenly came back to his senses, he turned his head, and Fuquan's chubby face appeared in front of his eyes, and then he remembered his posture with Yan Wenhao, his expression changed, I was about to pull my hand back.

Grabbing his hand vigorously, Yan Wenhao's tone was a little serious: "Qianhe, don't move, you will bleed again." After speaking, he lowered his head again, with a serious expression, and wiped it carefully.

"Fuquan, did you bring the ointment I asked you to bring?"

"The slave has brought it."

Looking at the scene in front of him, a flash of astonishment flashed in Fuquan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He bowed his body, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Highness, let the slaves handle it."

"No, you go fetch a basin of water." After ordering, Yan Wenhao didn't lift his head, and continued to focus on wiping the blood on Mu Ziling's palm.

Fuquan took a careful look at Mu Ziling, his thoughts turned and turned, and after he figured it out, he secretly told himself that this princess must take good care of her.

Going to fetch a basin of water himself, Fuquan put the water beside Yan Wenhao, then stepped back a few steps, and stood quietly aside.

Throwing the blood-stained handkerchief aside, Yan Wenhao asked for a new handkerchief from Fuquan, soaked it in water, wrung it dry, and then carefully pasted it on Mu Ziling's palm again, scrubbing the old handkerchief. Dried blood.

After about half a cup of tea, all the blood was wiped off, exposing the already white palm. Yan Wenhao looked at the nail marks deeply sunken into the flesh, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

"Humble, I'll give you medicine. This medicine is very effective, it won't hurt, and it won't leave any scars." His voice was soft and gentle.

Hearing this, Mu Ziling showed a faint smile to Yan Wenhao.

Yan Wenhao took a round box from Fuquan. The shape of the box was very simple and simple. He unscrewed the lid, stretched out his index finger and took a piece of milky white ointment, lowered his eyes, and spread it carefully and evenly on the wound.

When the ointment was applied to his palm, Mu Ziling only felt that the wound was icy cold, and the pain lessened little by little, which was very comfortable.

"Your Highness, thank you."

"If you want to thank me, how about calling me Wen Hao modestly?" Yan Wen Hao raised his head, looked at Mu Ziling and said with a smile.

"...that's not right."

Civilian husbands and wives don't call each other by their names, not to mention that Yan Wenhao is the prince, and his status is already a bit shorter than Yan Wenhao's, and there are many people in the palace, so how can he violate the rules casually and provoke criticism for no reason? .

"Ah..." Seemingly disappointed, Yan Wenhao gave Mu Ziling a sad look, sighed heavily, stopped talking, and continued to apply the ointment for him.

It's just that when he lowered his head and his expression was covered by his overly long forehead hair, there was a smile on his face - he was actually satisfied with Mu Ziling's answer.

What he said was originally a test, and he didn't want Mu Ziling to really call him that... Of course, it's okay in private.

Carefully applied ointment to the wound on Mu Ziling's palm, and wrapped gauze around him. After finishing all this, Yan Wenhao raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then stood up by leaning on the corner of the table stand up.

It's just that he probably squatted for a long time, and his face was not good, but now he was a little pale, and his body was shaking a little.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to support Yan Wenhao's arm, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just squatted for a long time, just take a rest." Gently patted Mu Ziling's arm, Yan Wenhao comforted him with a smile.

"...Then I'll help you go back and rest."

Helping Yan Wenhao back into the hall, Mu Ziling thought for a while in silence, then took off his coat and crown himself, and then let him lie on the bed.

Grasping Mu Ziling's hand, Yan Wenhao lay on the bed, blinked, and said, "If Qianhe is bored, let Fuquan take you for a walk around the palace. The flowers in the Imperial Garden are in full bloom this season. Beautiful, originally I wanted to take you there myself, but I'm afraid I can't now."

Mu Ziling shook his head: "Yu Huayuan will take me there after you get better. Right now, I'll just read a book."

"Alright, let Fu..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Fuquan rushing in to report: "Your Highness, Your Majesty and Concubine Degui are here—"