The prince is hard to serve

The painting that Mu Ziling presented to Yan Wenhao was quickly taken down by Fuquan, mounted, and then hung in the study.

Before taking it to mount, Yan Wenhao stared at the painting for a long time, then seemed to think of something, so he picked up the pen and inscribed four words on the painting - Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves.

When he wrote the inscription, Mu Ziling stood beside him and watched.

When seeing these four words, Mu Ziling couldn't help but tilt his head, and glanced at Yan Wenhao with a complicated expression.

He knew that with Yan Wenhao's intelligence, he could see through the meaning of the painting at a glance, but Yan Wenhao didn't ask him, so naturally he wouldn't ask too much.

He thought, maybe Yan Wenhao was also waiting for the day when he could break up this awkward and weird relationship with him.

After that day, the capital began to rain continuously for more than ten days in a row. The ground was extremely wet and slippery, and the distance was covered with mist. The whole city seemed to be immersed in a huge rain curtain.

Today, it is still raining.

Accompanied by the pattering rain outside, Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling sat face to face in the main hall, and on the low table between them was a white jade chessboard.

They are playing chess again.

This seems to have become the best way for them to communicate with each other.

During this period of time, Yan Wenhao's body has recovered well, and the progress is very gratifying. He no longer needs to rest in bed every day, and his complexion looks much better. Even if he sits like this for three or four hours, he will not be the same as before. Coughing non-stop, cold sweats.

Another game ended, and the two of them were evenly matched, but Mu Ziling still narrowly won a few chess pieces.

Poured a cup of tea for himself, and after drinking it in one gulp, Yan Wenhao looked up at Mu Ziling with a gentle smile in his eyes: "You won again, humble."

They played a total of three games of chess, and Mu Ziling won two games. Although they were narrow victories, the one he won was only a few chess pieces.

"It's just a fluke." Putting the pieces on the white jade chessboard back into the box one by one, Mu Ziling's attitude was very modest, but there was a very clear smile in his eyes.

Being caught by Mu Ziling who was so confident and flamboyant, Yan Wenhao couldn't look away for a long time. He lowered his head, coughed lightly, and asked, "Do you want another game?"

Shaking his head, Mu Ziling looked at him, and said with concern: "It's been too long today, Your Highness should rest." Although Yan Wenhao's health has improved a lot and he no longer needs to stay in bed for a long time, but occasionally Rest is still necessary, not to mention that playing chess requires full dedication, which is very exhausting.

Yan Wenhao smiled when he heard the words, and then nodded: "Alright, then sit with me modestly."

"……it is good."

Mu Ziling originally wanted to wait for Yan Wenhao to go to rest, and then go to the study to read quietly for a while, but now that he heard what he said, he had no choice but to sit with him.

For a while, the two were relatively silent.

After a while, Yan Wenhao suddenly asked: "Qianhe hasn't been home for a long time, do you want to go back and have a look?" Originally, Mu Ziling got married and could return home in three days, but Yan Wenhao's health was not good , it is not suitable to go out of the palace for a walk, so this return ceremony is naturally cancelled.

"I thought."

Mu Ziling told the truth and did not hide his thoughts.

"Then let's go back." Turning his head to look at Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao had a gentle expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Now, my health has improved a lot, and it's time to pay a formal visit to my father-in-law."

"..."

The word 'father-in-law' made Mu Ziling's ears blush, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

As for this embarrassment, Yan Wenhao didn't seem to notice it at all, but kept watching Mu Ziling with gentle eyes, waiting for his answer.

"I……"

Pursing his lips, Mu Ziling hesitated for a long time. He thought of Yan Wenhao's physical condition, and finally shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Your Highness's health has just improved, and it's raining outside again, let's forget it." .”

"You..." Yan Wenhao smiled dotingly, he held Mu Ziling's hand, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't need to always be so concerned about my body, I told you before, I know how I am, If it was uncomfortable, I would not make this suggestion."

After a pause, he continued, "Besides, Qian He really wants to go back, doesn't he?"

When Yan Wenhao was speaking, his eyes were fixed on Mu Ziling without blinking, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that he might not even realize.

Hearing this gentle and pleasant voice, Mu Ziling was a little dazed, then nodded unconsciously, and when he realized it, he met a pair of smiling eyes.

"..." His cheeks flushed, and Mu Ziling hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at him again.

Seeing the expression of the young man in front of him, Yan Wenhao couldn't help curling his lips, and the smile on his face widened a lot.

The prince and concubine returned home, and it was supposed to be a splendid time, full of excitement, but Mu Ziling was a man, and Yan Wenhao liked to be quiet, so they just rode in a comfortable carriage, bringing Fuquan and Duoyuan with them. A eunuch and a few guards set off directly.

To the east of the imperial palace, there is a courtyard. All the princes and ministers live here, and Prime Minister Zuo's residence is also in it. However, compared with the gates of other first-rank courtiers' residences, the Mu residence is much more elegant and simple.

Yan Wenhao didn't do it on a whim, he had long planned to bring Mu Ziling back to the house, so after the early court today, Fuquan sent someone to notify Mu Jiyan, and now, Mu Jiyan led the crowd and stood at the gate ahead of time Waiting outside.

Although Xu Ziqi was still under confinement, it was an important matter for the second prince to return home with the concubine. She was Mu Jiyan's successor, so she should also be present.

Xu Ziqi hadn't seen Mu Jiyan for more than a month, and now that he saw him, he wanted to play tricks and say a few soft words to him, so that his three-month ban would be cancelled.

It's just that she just opened her mouth, and before she could speak, a carriage slowly stopped in front of the door.

As the carriage stopped and the curtain was raised, Yan Wenhao grabbed Mu Ziling who was about to get off, smiled at him, shook his head, then got up and passed him, getting out of the car before him.

After getting out of the car, Yan Wenhao stood where he was. He raised his head, stretched out a hand towards Mu Ziling who was still in the car, and said softly, "Humble, give me your hand."

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, Mu Ziling was a little dazed. After recovering, he smiled gratefully, and slowly put his hand on it.

Yan Wenhao blinked at him, and then borrowed some strength to pull him off the carriage.

Seeing Yan Wenhao's consideration for Mu Ziling, although Mu Jiyan remained expressionless as usual, there was a gratified smile in his eyes, he took a step forward, and led everyone to salute.

According to etiquette, Yan Wenhao is the prince, even though Mu Jiyan is Mu Ziling's father, he still has to salute when he meets him.

Supporting Mu Jiyan himself, Yan Wenhao said to him: "Master Mu, you don't need to salute to me, you are a humble father, and naturally you are also my elder."

"I don't dare." Taking a step back, Mu Jiyan made a deep bow to Yan Wenhao.

Yan Wenhao only exempted Mu Jiyan from the salute, but did not exempt the others, so Xu Ziqi could only grit his teeth, obediently led everyone to kneel down, and greeted everyone.

Ignoring them, Yan Wenhao was still talking to Mu Jiyan, and when they finished speaking, he turned around and held Mu Ziling's hand again, smiling very gently.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ziqi's heart was full of resentment, his eyes were burning, and an embroidered handkerchief was deformed by her.