The prince is hard to serve

Yan Wenjin had been in Yunnan for more than half a year, and he hadn't seen Yan Wenhao for a long time. This time, he stayed in the High Heaven Pavilion for a whole hour before leaving.

During this hour, the two brothers talked a lot.

Yan Wenhao asked him some things about Yunnan, and Yan Wenjin could answer them fluently. Presumably, he really put in a lot of painstaking research.

After sending Yan Wenjin away, Yan Wenhao sat alone on the soft bed for a long time.

Fuquan had already come in from the outside, he walked up to Yan Wenhao and stood up, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, can I help you to rest for a while?" In the eyes of everyone, Yan Wenhao was still seriously ill, So always remember to pretend.

"No need." After pondering for a moment, Yan Wenhao thought about it, and asked him again: "Is Qianhe still in the study?"

"I don't know, but the concubine has not come back, I think she is still in the study." After a pause, Fuquan asked respectfully: "Is your highness looking for the concubine?"

"Well, let's go and have a look." Replied lightly, Yan Wenhao stopped talking, stood up, lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, and then walked out of the hall.

Seeing Fuquan, he trotted forward quickly, came to Yan Wenhao's side, and stretched out his hand to support him, "I will help you there."

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The study room is near the rightmost position of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Walking from the main hall, you need to go around the corridor, walk through the garden, and then pass through an arch to reach it.

Fuquan supported Yan Wenhao and walked very slowly step by step. From the main hall to the study, they walked for a whole stick of incense.

Inside the study.

Mu Ziling stood in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, lowered his head, and was concentrating on drawing on a piece of white rice paper.

Behind him, the window was open, and gusts of breeze blew past, occasionally curling up his hair and brushing across his cheeks... When Yan Wenhao pushed the door and entered, what he saw was This scene.

Seeing Yan Wenhao coming in, Duo Duo hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Glancing at him lightly, Yan Wenhao shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to salute, and then made another quiet movement.

Duo Yun stayed for a moment, then nodded in understanding, retreated to the corner again, and stood upright.

Taking very light steps, Yan Wenhao walked up to Mu Ziling's side, stretched out his hand to brush his long hair that was blown up by the wind, then lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the white rice paper spread on the table.

At this point, a painting has already formed on the paper——

On the drawing paper, there was a turbulent river drawn. On both sides of the river, there were towering and steep mountains, and the sky could not be seen at a glance. At the end of the river, there was a vast and boundless sea. The sea was calm and the sun was shining brightly.

On the turbulent river, there was still a small boat driving. On the small boat, there was a young man standing on the bow with his hands behind his back. He stood straight, his gaze fell directly on the distant sea, his face was serious, his expression firm and resolute. Perseverance——

He seems to firmly believe that after he has braved the wind and waves and gone through hardships, he will eventually usher in the beautiful scene where the sea is wide and the fish is leaping, and the sky is high and the birds are flying.

After understanding what Mu Ziling wanted to express in the painting, Yan Wenhao pursed his lips and frowned unconsciously. He turned his head slightly and looked at Mu Ziling who was immersed in the painting with a very complicated expression. .

——He knew that Mu Ziling compared himself to a young man on a boat, and what his heart wanted was the vast and boundless free sky ahead.

At that moment, Yan Wenhao suddenly had some regrets in his heart. He thought that maybe he really shouldn't have involved Mu Ziling, but this thought came and went quickly, and it only appeared for a moment. It quickly disappeared.

He has carefully planned for so many years, and today, he is on the verge of death, and there is no turning back.

Up to now, the only thing Yan Wenhao can guarantee is to do his best to treat Mu Ziling well, protect him for the rest of his life, and when he ascends the throne, he will... let Mu Ziling go or stay.

After taking a deep look at Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao withdrew his gaze, then turned around, went to a chair beside him and sat down, took a book from the shelf, and opened it to read.

Mu Ziling didn't notice his arrival.

After finishing the last stroke, Mu Ziling put down the paintbrush in his hand. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the scene he had drawn on the paper.He kept looking at it for a long time, until his eyes changed from dazed to relieved, and finally even faintly revealed a little light.

This is what he wanted.

This is what he wants!

Since his rebirth, he has been trapping his heart in a small space, unable to forget the past life, so he reminds himself all the time, don't repeat the mistakes of the previous life, don't hurt himself and his father again .

However, at some point, he forced himself into another predicament. He couldn't see the way forward, couldn't find the future, and he was at a loss and at a loss.

Being forced into the palace, he still had resentment in his heart, he couldn't let it go, he couldn't let it go, so he limited his vision, only confined to this Lingxiao Pavilion, within this high palace wall... …

He has already forgotten that there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers outside, the sea and the sky are vast, and he has forgotten that he once said boldly that one day, he will travel all over these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

So, after hearing the imperial doctor's words, he was ashamed and angry, and he was at a loss; after hearing the words of Emperor Yan, he was helpless, and he compromised; after hearing Yan Wenhao's apology, he was at a loss, and he felt emotional...

But at this moment, his eyes were full of the scenery he had painted, and suddenly he felt his whole being brighten up.

Yan Wenhao's body is indeed slowly recovering as the national teacher said, so maybe in the near future, he will be able to let Yan Wenhao rest himself.

But what he has to do now is to fulfill his duty as a concubine, take good care of Yan Wenhao, and let his body recover as soon as possible.

After turning his thoughts thousands of times, Mu Ziling stretched out his hand to pick up the painting after his thoughts suddenly cleared up, but before his fingers touched the drawing paper, the painting was already picked up by another slender hand.

"Give me this painting modestly." At some point, Yan Wenhao came over again. At this moment, he was holding the painting and asked Mu Ziling with a gentle smile.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing Yan Wenhao who suddenly appeared, Mu Ziling was taken aback for a moment. After recovering, he shook his head: "If Your Highness likes painting, I will make another one for you someday." The implication is that It was this one that he didn't want to give.

Being rejected bluntly, Yan Wenhao was taken aback, and then he found that Mu Ziling in front of him seemed to be a different person, the gloomy look that had been lingering between his brows before had disappeared, and instead he had more understanding.

Mu Ziling was originally very good looking, but now that there is less gloomy color between his brows, he is naturally more dazzling and has an outstanding demeanor.

Looking at Mu Ziling who seemed to be rejuvenated in front of him, Yan Wenhao couldn't help being a little stunned. Suddenly, a feeling that was extremely unfamiliar to him suddenly surged in his chest, which made him panic.

Looking back in a little embarrassment, Yan Wenhao quickly turned his head and turned his gaze to the lush bamboo forest outside the window. He clenched the drawing paper in his hand, showing a rare strong side: "No, I just want this picture .”

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After a long silence, Mu Ziling finally compromised and said, "Forget it, if Your Highness likes it, you can take it." Originally, he just wanted to stay and take it out occasionally.