The prince is hard to serve

When Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling got up to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was past half an hour, the sky was gray and the rain was still pattering down, and there were few people in the usually busy streets at this time, and occasionally people walked by Walking in a hurry, walking in a hurry.

Walking to the gate of Xiangfu, knowing that the father and son should have something to talk about, Yan Wenhao nodded to Mu Jiyan, then turned his head and smiled at Mu Ziling, and then, supported by Fuquan, went up first carriage.

Duoyuan also retreated a little further in a very sensible way.

Mu Jiyan and Mu Ziling stood side by side, both of them were silent.

After about half a cup of tea, Mu Jiyan moved first. He turned to look at Mu Ziling, and asked, "Zi Ling, tell Dad honestly, how does the Second Prince treat you?"

Knowing why Mu Jiyan was worried, Mu Ziling's heart warmed up. He looked at his father in front of him and replied seriously: "Don't worry, Your Highness treats me very well." Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth curled up.

After staring at Mu Ziling for a while, making sure what he said was true, Mu Jiyan was really relieved, he let out a long sigh, and said slowly: "If the second prince treats you well, father can really feel relieved. "

After all, in the palace, Mu Ziling had no one to rely on, and the only one he could rely on was Yan Wenhao.

Pausing for a moment, he thought of something, and continued to exhort: "Your Majesty has not yet determined the candidate for the crown prince. Now the various forces are very active, and the situation in the palace is dangerous. Even if the second prince treats you well, you still need to be careful in your actions, and don't be reckless. , did something wrong, and let others talk about it.”

Nodding his head, Mu Ziling responded, "I know, Dad."

What he yearns for is the free sky, regaining a new life, and cherishing his life very much, so he will naturally know how to be careful in everything and protect himself wisely.

Taking a deep look at him, Mu Jiyan's eyes were loving. He raised his hand, patted Mu Ziling's shoulder lightly, and sighed: "Let's go, don't make the second prince wait too long."

Nodding slightly, Mu Ziling said softly, "Father, you should take care of yourself." After speaking, he turned around and let Duan Duan hold the umbrella for him, and walked towards the carriage step by step.

Standing straight in front of the door, Mu Jiyan watched Mu Ziling get into the carriage, and then watched the carriage slowly leave... until the carriage turned the corner and was no longer seen.

Ah Lin was also standing at the door, seeing his young master leaving again, his big eyes were brightly engraved with reluctance and sadness.

He pursed his lips and eased his emotions. He remembered what his young master had said, that he would pick him up when the young master and the second prince lived in the Prince's Mansion, and his mood improved again.

With bright eyes, Ah Lin walked up to Mu Jiyan, held up the umbrella for him, suppressed the joy in his heart, and said politely: "Master, go back."

"Yeah." He responded lightly, took the umbrella from Ah Lin, and then left straight away.

Here, in the carriage.

Leaning against the wall of the car, Yan Wenhao closed his eyes, his eyebrows raised slightly, he seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and his face paled a lot.

Looking at him, Mu Ziling's eyes showed a little guilt, and he couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, are you okay?" If he didn't want to accompany him home, Yan Wenhao wouldn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. Much better.

Opening his eyes, Yan Wenhao smiled at Mu Ziling, shook his head lightly, and said softly, "I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy, and I just want to take a rest."

As he spoke, he straightened up, leaned his whole body to Mu Ziling's side, and stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms. The two of them tilted their bodies and lay down together in the carriage.

Hugging the warm body in his arms, Yan Wenhao's eyes were full of smiles, he was full of energy, he didn't look tired and uncomfortable, he squinted his eyes, and whispered in the ear of the young man in his arms: "Mom and you let me hug you!" Hug it and you'll be better."

"..."

Being hugged tightly, and listening to the gentle words in his ears, Mu Ziling lay on Yan Wenhao's chest in a daze, his body froze, and he didn't react for a while.

After he came to his senses, he moved, trying to break free from Yan Wenhao's arms, but he found the sound of even breathing coming from the top of his head, he stopped struggling, and then fell silent.

Forget it, let it be like this, just take it as a kind of reward... Leaning in Yan Wenhao's arms, Mu Ziling said to himself in his heart with a complicated expression.

Inside the carriage, it was extremely quiet for a moment.

The carriage drove in the rain for half an hour, and when it returned to the palace, it was completely dark. Fuquan stood outside the carriage and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, Wangfei, Lingxiao Pavilion is here."

Yan Wenhao opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear. He lowered his head and looked at Mu Ziling who was obediently lying in his arms. At this time, he was already asleep.

He raised one hand, tapped the cheek of the young man in his arms, moved his face closer, and called out softly, "Mom, we're here."

Mu Ziling was soundly asleep, and he didn't wake up because of it. He just moved slightly, and then put his head into Yan Wenhao's arms, trying to avoid the harassing hand.

With a helpless smile, Yan Wenhao saw this, and patted his face lightly with his hand, his voice was extremely gentle: "Wake up, be humble."

Unable to bear such harassment, Mu Ziling finally opened his eyes slowly. When he raised them, he saw a smiling face very close to him.

"..."

After being stunned for a while, Mu Ziling gradually came back to his senses. He remembered what happened before, and realized that he was still in Yan Wenhao's arms, so he immediately pushed Yan Wenhao away and sat up straight.

"I'm going down first."

Coughing twice, Mu Ziling's eyes were a little flustered, he got up quickly, passed Yan Wenhao and got out of the carriage first, so as to cover up his embarrassment and the strange emotion that suddenly rose in his heart.

Looking at Mu Ziling's fleeing back, Yan Wenhao raised the corners of his mouth. He didn't rush to follow, but sat up unhurriedly, and slowly tidied up his somewhat messy skirt. Immediately afterwards, He even patted the wrinkled hem of his clothes. After doing this, he opened the curtain and got out of the carriage with Fuquan's support.

Just after getting out of the car, Yan Wenhao's expression changed suddenly before he could stand firmly on his feet, and then he coughed violently. His face instantly turned pale, and he bent over, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Supporting him quickly, Fuquan frowned and shouted in unison: "Your Highness!"

At this time, the downpour had already subsided a lot. Due to the embarrassment in the car just now, Mu Ziling held an umbrella and took a step ahead. Hearing this sound, his expression changed immediately, and he turned around and walked back.

Walking quickly back to Lingxiao Pavilion, seeing Yan Wenhao's ugly and uncomfortable face, he couldn't help frowning, and handed the umbrella to Duo Yuan, who stepped forward to support Yan Wenhao, turned his head and told Fuquan : "Hurry up and ask Imperial Doctor Pei to come over."

His tone was full of anxiety and worry, such an attitude no longer showed the embarrassment just now.

"The slave will go here."

After glancing at Mu Ziling, Fuquan respectfully responded, took the order, stepped back quickly, and trotted to invite Imperial Physician Pei.

As soon as Fuquan left, Mu Ziling half-supported and half-hugged Yan Wenhao by himself, and with the help of several guards, took a lot of effort to bring him back to the room.

As soon as he returned to the room, Mu Ziling didn't care that he was wet from head to toe, but frowned, and quickly took off Yan Wenhao's rain-soaked clothes, and put on a brand new undershirt. He supported him again and let him lie down on the bed.

"Duyuan, go get a cup of hot water."

Directing Duan Yuan to pour water, Mu Ziling himself was not idle, he squatted in front of the bed with a clean towel, and carefully wiped Yan Wenhao's long hair that was wet by the rain.

Lying on the bed, Yan Wenhao looked at Mu Ziling's drenched appearance, stretched out a hand from the quilt, grabbed Mu Ziling's hand that was still busy on his head, and said worriedly: "Humble, You are all wet from the rain, go and change your clothes first."

When Duan Duan was holding an umbrella just now, one umbrella almost covered Yan Wenhao's head, and Mu Ziling almost came back in the rain.

Hearing this, Mu Ziling raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Wenhao, seeing the concern in the other person's eyes. After hesitating for a while, he withdrew his hand, and then took Yan Wenhao's hand again. Put your hands back into the quilt.

"I'll be back soon."

Mu Ziling stood up, lowered his head, and said to Yan Wenhao as if promising.

"It's okay, just take your time."

Yan Wenhao smiled at him, the smile was a little pale and weak.

After Mu Ziling left, Yan Wenhao suppressed the smile on his face, and told Duo Yuan who came in with hot water, "Go and watch outside, don't let anyone in."

Hearing this, Duo Duo put down his water glass, nodded solemnly, then stepped back as he said, and went outside to wait.

As soon as Duo Yuan left, a cyan figure fell straight in front of Yan Wenhao, holding a letter in his hand, with an extremely gloomy expression.