The prince is hard to serve

When he woke up the next day, Mu Ziling found himself sleeping in Yan Wenhao's arms again, his cheek was still pressed against Yan Wenhao's chest, and Yan Wenhao's hand was also on his waist, The posture of the two seemed very intimate and ambiguous.

Mu Ziling was stunned, and when he realized it, his whole body froze in an instant——

Even though every time he slept in Yan Wenhao's room, there would always be a scene of him sleeping in Yan Wenhao's arms the next day, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

Slowing down, Mu Ziling moved his body slightly, trying to move his head back a little, and then stretched out his hand cautiously, trying to take away the hand on his waist, but his hand As soon as it was put on it, it was immediately grabbed by the backhand and wrapped into another slightly cold hand.

"..."

Surprised subconsciously, Mu Ziling raised his eyes, looked at Yan Wenhao, and found that his eyes were still closed at this moment, as if he didn't seem to have woken up, so he exhaled a little, and then tried to draw Hand, but as soon as he moved, he found that he was holding his hand harder.

—His hand was tightly grasped, unable to move.

"Your Highness?"

With some doubts floating in his eyes, he tentatively called out in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Yan Wenhao responded, then lowered his head to look at the young man trapped in his arms, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Good morning, humble."

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, at this moment, Yan Wenhao's voice was hoarse and deep, very attractive, Mu Ziling was still in his arms, with one ear very close to him, hearing this The sound was so close that I couldn't help but even my ears turned red.

"……Good morning."

Raising his hand and nudging Yan Wenhao, Mu Ziling withdrew from his arms, turned his head, looked away, and then stood up with a slightly embarrassed expression.

With a gentle smile in his eyes, Yan Wenhao also sat up, his and Mu Ziling's hands were still holding each other, and at this moment, he pulled along with the trend, so Mu Ziling fell back into his arms inside.

Putting his arms around the young man's thin waist, Yan Wenhao lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead lightly, with a deep smile in his voice: "Qian He fell asleep again last night. In my arms..."

"..."

Slightly startled, Mu Ziling's face flushed immediately when he came back to his senses, he hastily opened the hands around his waist, jumped out of Yan Wenhao's arms, and then stopped looking at him, as if trying to hide He suddenly called Du Duan and Fu Quan who were standing outside and was about to get up to wash up.

Yan Wenhao propped his chin up, and looked at his flustered appearance with a smile, his eyes were incredibly gentle, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became clearer.

The imperial doctor would come to see him routinely every day, and at this moment, he was already waiting outside the palace.

After Mu Ziling finished changing and washing, Fu Quan went up to report in a low voice, asking if they should be summoned into the palace.

"Call them in."

Slightly nodding his head, Yan Wenhao looked at Mu Ziling again, and said in a gentle voice, "Humbleness is not used to being here, so let's go eat first, I will be there soon."

"it is good."

Mu Ziling knew that because of the Li He incident last time, Yan Wenhao would distract himself every time he had a routine morning checkup, so as to avoid embarrassment and anxiety when he met those imperial doctors, and felt warm in his heart. He also lived up to this thoughtfulness, nodded immediately, and left first with Duan Yuan.

He really didn't want to see them either.

Not long after, the imperial doctors came in, and it was still the imperial doctor Pei who gave the pulse, and everyone was very used to it.

Yan Wenhao didn't like being touched by strangers. Only Imperial Physician Pei, who had served Zhuang Empress before and had seen him personally since he was a child, reluctantly agreed to let him take his pulse. He could only tie a silk thread to his wrist, hold the other end by himself, and use the thread to diagnose the pulse.

It's just that it's too difficult to diagnose the pulse with the silk thread, and the pulse that is cut out can be both true and false. The pulse condition can only be faintly conveyed through the silk thread, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. The other imperial physicians are in charge of consultation.

"How's my health?" Yan Wenhao asked seeing Imperial Physician Pei put his hand on his wrist.

Imperial physician Pei touched his long beard with one hand, and felt his pulse with the other hand. He closed his eyes, and sounded his pulse quietly for a while. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, and the pupils were bright, full of tears. Surprised, a huge smile appeared on an old face.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes to look at him, and asked softly, "Why do you say congratulations?"

Withdrawing his hand to signal his pulse, Imperial Physician Pei stood up straight, the smile on his face was still there, he bent down to Yan Wenhao, and bowed respectfully, "The reason why my minister congratulates His Highness , because when Weichen was checking your pulse just now, he found that your current pulse condition is no different from that of a normal person."

After a pause, his tone was tinged with emotion, and he couldn't help saying with relief: "Your Highness, after all these years, your body has finally recovered."

After being silent for a while, he carefully instructed: "However, although your illness has been cured, you have been ill for too long and your body is still very weak. You still need to continue taking medicine. It is not advisable to bother your mind and body, and you should rest more." .”

Yan Wenhao didn't listen to the rest of the words, he just heard the phrase 'recovering health', and his expression was a little dazed. After a long while, he blinked and asked in a very soft, trembling voice : "Doctor Pei, what did you just say?"

His hands gripped the quilt tightly, with such strength that even the fingertips were too white due to the stagnant blood flow.

Seeing Yan Wenhao, who was always strong and calm, whom he had taken care of since childhood, now looked at him cautiously, with a hopeful and tentative expression, Imperial Physician Pei sighed softly. A trace of pity flashed quickly.

Bending down, he saluted again, and then said seriously: "Your Highness, I just said that your body is no different from ordinary people now."

"...is no different from ordinary people?"

Yan Wenhao's expression was dazed, and his eyes were still dazed. Fuquan, who was very happy to see him, couldn't help but turn red in his eyes, he really felt sorry for his highness.

Taking a step forward, Fuquan called softly, "Your Highness?"

Yan Wenhao didn't reply to him, didn't look at him, and didn't even change his expression at all, as if he was fascinated.

Imperial doctor Pei shook his head, and sighed softly: "Send someone to invite the concubine here." After speaking, he turned around again, looked at the imperial doctors who were also stunned, and said to them, "You Go down first and wait."

Putting away the horrified expressions on their faces, the imperial doctors looked at each other. Everyone had more or less different expressions and emotions on their faces, but at this moment, no one was distracted to pay attention to them.

After saluting respectfully, they picked up their medicine boxes and retreated lightly.

As soon as the imperial doctors left, Imperial Physician Pei gave Fuquan a look. Fuquan understood, nodded to him, then turned and walked to the gate of the hall to wait.

When there was no one else in the room, Yan Wenhao quickly restrained the expression on his face, turned his head to look at Imperial Physician Pei, frowning, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Explain." His tone was flat, but full of momentum.

Doctor Pei's expression changed, he hurriedly knelt down on the ground, and whispered tremblingly: "Master Xie ordered it."

"Jing Yu?" Yan Wenhao's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes to look at him, and said coldly: "Speak clearly."

"Yes." Imperial physician Pei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and explained: "After the morning court yesterday, His Majesty summoned six ministers, the right prime minister and the third, fourth, and fifth princes in the imperial study. discussion."

"After the discussion, the Fourth Highness asked Master Zhao, Minister of the Ministry of War, to send a message that His Majesty has intended to hand over the case of the former Minister of Rites to you to be the presiding judge. However, due to your illness, you are still deliberating and have not yet made any plans. Issue an edict."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Wenhao, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Master Xie was worried that there would be other changes if the delay was too long, so he entered the palace overnight last night and wanted to discuss it with you, but you He and the concubine had already fallen asleep at that time, so he didn't bother him, and turned to look for the minister, and told the minister to tell the minister that you had recovered in person during the morning consultation, and the news will reach His Majesty's ears..."

The anger in his eyes gradually eased, Yan Wenhao nodded and said: "I understand, you get up." After pondering for a while, he said again: "Father will definitely call you over to ask questions today, if he asks about me How did your body recover, you just need to follow the words of the national teacher and put all the credit on the princess, don't say anything else, remember?"

In response, Imperial Physician Pei respectfully said: "My minister knows."

the other side.

After hearing the words from the little eunuch, Mu Ziling was very excited. He stood up and was about to walk towards the main hall. He knocked off the cup by the table with his wide sleeve, and the hot tea splashed on his shoe, scalding his cheeks. He didn't notice the ankle at all.

Duo Yuan, on the other hand, saw this scene and hurriedly said, "Princess, your feet..."

"Ok?"

Mu Ziling lowered his head for a look, then shook his head with a faint smile: "The tea is not hot, I'm fine, let's go and see His Highness first." After saying that, he already started walking forward.

Walking outside the hall, Mu Ziling saw Hou Fuquan outside, and asked in confusion, "Eunuch Fu, where is Your Highness?"

"Your Highness is still in the palace, and this old servant is coming out to wait for you." Fuquan's eyes were red, but his face was full of smiles. He respectfully said, "Wangfei, go in, imperial doctor Pei is also inside."

Mu Ziling nodded, then passed him, and walked in with eager steps.

In the hall, Yan Wenhao heard footsteps, gave Imperial Physician Pei a wink, then retracted the cold look in his eyes, and returned to the stunned look just now.

"Your Highness." Mu Ziling's voice came before anyone arrived, and then he turned around the screen and walked in.

Hearing the sound, Yan Wenhao seemed to come back to his senses. He turned his head, and when he saw that it was Mu Ziling, his eyes lit up, and then he slowly smiled.

He beckoned to Mu Ziling with a gentle tone: "Humble, come to me."

Without any hesitation, Mu Ziling walked forward as he said, and after sitting down by the bed, he couldn't help smiling and said, "Congratulations." He was really happy for Yan Wenhao.

"Thank you, Modesty."

Stretching out his hand, Yan Wenhao pulled him into his arms, wrapped his hands tightly around the young man's slender waist, leaned his head on the other's shoulder, and gently rubbed his head against the young man's neck. From the corner of his eyes to the tip of his brow, there was a deep smile.