The prince is hard to serve

Tonight it was the turn of imperial doctor Pei to stay in the palace, and there was no one else in the medicine room. When he saw Fuquan, he asked first when he picked up the medicine box: "Eunuch Fu, are you going to see His Highness or the princess?" Woolen cloth?"

If it was for Mu Ziling to see a doctor, he should prepare some really useful medicines.

When Imperial Physician Pei was young, Empress Zhuang was kind to him several times, and once saved his life. He has always been loyal to Empress Zhuang. Now, like Fuquan, he is also Yan Wenhao's confidant.

For so many years, he has devoted himself to taking care of Yan Wenhao. Naturally, he cannot hide the fact that Yan Wenhao has recovered from his illness. He is also loyal to Yan Wenhao, and conceals this matter very well, even He also came up with a way to cover up and pretend to be sick for Yan Wenhao.

He was the only one who dared to occasionally say a few harmless jokes in front of Yan Wenhao.

He patted his stomach casually, and Fuquan's round face was full of smiles. He replied cheerfully, "It's for His Highness to see a doctor." After speaking, he briefly mentioned to him that he was leaving the palace today. thing.

Hearing this, Imperial Physician Pei nodded in understanding. He casually grabbed a few bottles of tonic and put them in the medicine box, then said to Fuquan, "Let's go."

At this moment, the rain that had slackened a little earlier started to rain heavily again, and the two of them were still covered in the drenching while holding umbrellas. It was already half an hour later when they arrived at the Tower of the Sky.

Walking into the hall, turning around the screen, seeing Mu Ziling, Imperial Physician Pei took a step forward and saluted him politely.

"Get up."

Mu Ziling waved his hand, motioning for him to excuse himself, and then said anxiously, "Hurry up and go see Your Highness."

"Wei Chen knows." Nodding, Imperial Physician Pei put down the medicine box, and then walked towards the bed.

At this moment, Yan Wenhao just opened his eyes.

Imperial physician Pei was not surprised at all. He saluted Yan Wenhao, then sat down in front of the bed, stretched out his finger, put it on Yan Wenhao's pulse, and began to diagnose the pulse.

Closing his eyes, Imperial Physician Pei pretended to ask questions for a long time, and finally stroked his beard, let go of his hands, stood up, and said to Mu Ziling who had been looking at Yan Wenhao worriedly: "His Highness is not too big. It's just that I'm tired from traveling today, so I'll cough again. Don't worry, Princess, just let His Highness rest for a night, and you'll be fine."

As he said that, he took out a few bottles of tonics that he put in just now from the medicine box, "These are new pills made by Weichen these days, if His Highness feels unwell again in the future, take two pills with warm water , it will get better."

"Thank you, Imperial Physician Pei." After taking the pill, Mu Ziling couldn't help showing a little smile, and carefully handed it over to Fuquan to keep it for him, while he personally sent Imperial Physician Pei a short distance away.

Seeing Mu Ziling leave, Xie Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped down from the beam, first stuffed the deformed letter back into his arms, then turned around, and said to Yan Wenhao succinctly : "The matter in Huai'an has been settled. I will come to you again after tomorrow's time for the specific situation, and I will explain it to you in detail."

Hearing this, Yan Wenhao curled his lips. He narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and said to Xie Jingyu, "You have worked hard all this way, and you will have a good rest tomorrow. You don't need to come to me again. I will let An Yi go." Looking for you, when you tell An Yi about the matter, he will know what to do next."

After being silent for a while, Xie Jingyu nodded and said, "That's fine, then I'll come to you another day."

He traveled back and forth between Huai'an and the capital in just ten days, almost day and night. He only slept for less than three hours a day, and he was indeed very tired. Now it is best to rest for a day.

After Xie Jingyu left, not long after, Mu Ziling walked in. Behind him, Duo Yuan held a tray in his hand, on which several side dishes and a bowl of porridge were neatly arranged.

"Your Highness hasn't had dinner yet, so I just ordered the kitchen to prepare some light side dishes. Come and taste them to see if they suit your appetite."

Instructing a few young eunuchs to put the low table on the bed, Mu Ziling said while helping Yan Wenhao to sit up and let him sit on the head of the bed.

Yan Wenhao grabbed Mu Ziling's hand, let him sit beside him, and said in a gentle tone: "Qian He has been busy all this time, so he must have not eaten yet, just right, come with me."

"Alright."

Mu Ziling didn't refuse. He hadn't eaten yet, and he was already a little hungry. Although he only ordered the kitchen to prepare a few dishes, each dish was quite large, and only he and Yan Wenhao ate it , is perfectly sufficient.

After dinner and medicine, Yan Wenhao's energy improved a lot. He leaned against the head of the bed, tilted his head, and looked at Mu Ziling without blinking, with a focused and serious expression.

On the other hand, Mu Ziling, after dinner, was holding a book and reading it with great interest. At this moment, he was completely unaware of Yan Wenhao's gaze that was always on him.

"Moderate." Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart of being ignored, Yan Wenhao propped his chin with one hand, opened his mouth, and called out to Mu Ziling.

"Ok?"

He subconsciously responded, and when he realized who was calling him, Mu Ziling raised his head and looked at Yan Wenhao with some doubts in his eyes: "Your Highness?"

The corner of Yan Wenhao's mouth was raised, and he raised his finger to point not far away. The lyre that Mu Ziling just brought back from the Mu Mansion today also had a smile in his eyes, and asked gently: "Jiu Wenqian and Qin Yi also Yijue, because there was no qin in the Lingxiao Pavilion before, naturally I didn't have the chance to listen to it, but now I have a qin, would you be willing to play a song for me?"

Hearing this, Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment. He followed Yan Wenhao's hand, and when he saw the lyre he brought back from his mother's house, he remembered his father once said with a smile that he looked very much like his mother when he played the piano. , couldn't help smiling.

Putting the books in his hands together, Mu Ziling smiled at Yan Wenhao, then nodded, and responded aloud: "Okay, I will play a song for His Highness."

Getting up and walking to the piano stand, Mu Ziling sat down on the piano bench. He raised his hand and gently stroked the body of the piano, with deep thoughts of his mother in his eyes.

With his head lowered, his fingers slowly plucked the strings, and soon, a piece of "Yangchun Baixue" slanted out from the strings at the end of his fingers.Mu Ziling slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see, a long time ago, his father and mother were sitting together in the courtyard, playing the piano, playing the flute, and occasionally smiling at each other——

At that time, they played harmoniously with each other, with a tacit understanding and nature, so they matched each other so well.

After finishing playing a piece, Mu Ziling took a deep breath, and after suppressing the constant thoughts and sadness welling up in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes.

Raising his eyes, he saw that Yan Wenhao, who was sitting on the bed, had got out of bed at some point and walked to his side, looking down at him at this moment, Mu Ziling was a little surprised: "Your Highness, why are you up?" ?”

After asking, Mu Ziling saw that Yan Wenhao was only wearing a thin inner coat, so he frowned, stood up quickly and took a coat to put on for him, and said to him: "Your Highness, now It's not advisable to get up, it's better to go back to bed and lie down."

Yan Wenhao ignored his words, but raised a hand, touched his eyes lightly, bent down slightly, approached his ear and asked softly: "When Qianhe played just now, did he remember what?"

When he was playing just now, as the sound of the piano flowed out, Mu Ziling's eyebrows and eyes were also stained with a trace of sadness, and under the illumination of the glazed light, his expression seemed to be a little sad, as if the next moment, Will shed tears.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wenhao would ask such a question, Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and replied slowly: "I didn't think about anything just now, I just concentrated on playing."

Yan Wenhao sighed softly, took his hand, and led him all the way to the round table. After letting him sit down, he said two words with certainty: "Lie."

Pausing for a moment, he stared at Mu Ziling, and suddenly asked, "Is this lyre belonged to my mother-in-law?"

Hearing this, Mu Ziling's eyes flickered, he lowered his head, straightened his creased sleeves, remained silent for a long time, and then nodded slightly: "This Qin is indeed my mother's relic."

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed for too long, tonight, with the sound of rain outside the house, Mu Ziling actually had a thought to confide in.

He raised his head and looked at Yan Wenhao. When he met Yan Wenhao's extremely gentle eyes, without knowing it, Mu Ziling said all the thoughts in his heart without saying a word.

"My mother is the daughter-in-law of the Su family in the south of the Yangtze River. She and my father were married by the fingertips. In the year [-], my mother put on a wedding dress and married my father in a grand manner. After marriage, they sang in harmony, Lived very happily."

"My mother was pregnant with me. Both she and my father were looking forward to my birth, but I was unfortunate. My birth was bought with my mother's life. She gave birth to me... "

For the latter words, Mu Ziling pursed his lips tightly, and was unable to say any more. When he was reborn, he felt too much guilt for his dead mother, and he often thought of her, and the yearning for her in his heart became more and more intense.

He will never forget the love and tenderness in his father's eyes when he mentioned his mother, and he will never forget what his father told him about his mother's expectation and deep love for his birth——

All these made him blame himself and feel sad.

Seeing the reddish eyes of the young man in front of him, Yan Wenhao felt a pity in his heart. He stretched out his hand, cupped the young man's cheek, leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the other's forehead.

Feeling something lightly touching his forehead, Mu Ziling couldn't help opening his eyes wide, with a dazed expression, and he was completely stunned.

"Moderate." Wenrou called Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao stretched out his hand, and pulled the young man who hadn't reacted directly into his arms. Gently comforting: "Since my mother-in-law was looking forward to your birth so much and loved you so much, if she knows that you are so sorry for her, I'm afraid she won't be able to feel at ease."

Lying in Yan Wenhao's arms with his face sideways, Mu Ziling listened to the pleasant and gentle words in his ears, and gradually felt a lot of warmth in his heart. Completely ignored by him.

Burying his head into Yan Wenhao's arms again, Mu Ziling closed his eyes, and told himself in his heart, just for once, indulge yourself...

At this moment, he wanted to lean in this warm embrace, he needed to be warmed, and he didn't want to leave at all.