The prince is hard to serve

Being pulled into Yan Wenhao's arms like this, Mu Ziling couldn't help being stunned for a moment. After he realized it, his face was full of embarrassment, his eyes wandered, and he moved uncomfortably, wanting to get out of the embrace that imprisoned him. back out.

"...you let me go." He couldn't help but speak.

"Let me hug you for a while." Tightening the hands around Mu Ziling's waist, Yan Wenhao kept saying in a low voice, "Thank you, modest, thank you..."

Just as Mu Ziling wanted to raise his hand and push away Yan Wenhao who was hugging him tightly, he suddenly heard his undisguised words full of sincere gratitude, so his movements stopped... He He pursed his lips, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

In the end, instead of pushing Yan Wenhao away, Mu Ziling patted Yan Wenhao on the shoulder as silent congratulations and comfort.

... Just pamper him once, Mu Ziling told himself.

Feeling the warmth of Mu Ziling nestled in his arms at this time, Yan Wenhao's expression was extremely gentle, he couldn't help but lower his head, and placed a soft kiss on the neck of the young man in his arms, and then tightened his arms , hold each other tighter.

"Humble, humble..."

Whispering one after another, as if in this way, he can let the person in his arms know all his feelings.Yan Wenhao put his head on Mu Ziling's shoulder blades and rubbed against him like a big child.

How come, like, like a person so much?

Yan Wenhao kept asking himself in his heart, but there was no answer.

Standing aside, taking the scene in front of him into his eyes, Imperial Physician Pei couldn't help but be surprised and full of doubts in his heart, is this still the second prince he is familiar with?

Because Imperial Physician Pei looked at it so seriously that he even forgot his identity, Fuquan, who was standing not far behind him, couldn't help but sweat for him, feeling anxious.

Cautiously glanced in Yan Wenhao's direction, seeing that His Royal Highness hadn't noticed them, so Fuquan stepped on tiptoe and took two steps in the direction of Imperial Physician Pei.

"Master Pei, you have exceeded the rules"

He secretly pulled Imperial Doctor Pei's sleeve, and seeing him turn to look at him, Fuquan opened his mouth, said something to him with the shape of his mouth, and then signaled him with his eyes to go out with himself first.

Knowing what Fuquan meant, and realizing what he was doing, Imperial Physician Pei immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, and bowed his hands to Fuquan gratefully, then followed Fuquan and quietly retreated to the outside the temple.

Glancing in the direction they left, Yan Wenhao didn't pay attention to it, he didn't care about such a trivial matter.

Lowering his eyes, Yan Wenhao continued to hold the young man in his arms contentedly, but when he remembered what he had to confess after lunch today, the contented and happy emotions on his face slowly faded away, leaving only a pair of extremely deep Eye.

Having been in Yan Wenhao's arms for a long time, seeing that the other party still refused to let go, Mu Ziling frowned slightly: "Your Highness, you should let me go."

It was so weird to be held like this.

Yan Wenhao didn't move, still hugged him, remained silent, and didn't let go.

"..."

Having nothing to do, Mu Ziling simply raised his hand and pushed him hard, creating a certain distance between the two of them. Only then did Yan Wenhao finally compromise and let go of his hand slowly.

Taking a step back, Mu Ziling raised his eyes, and when he met the undisguised tenderness and affection in Yan Wenhao's eyes, he couldn't help but want to indulge in it. Then, he remembered yesterday, when they met in the gazebo , when the two played together, the natural tacit understanding, and at the end of the song, they looked at each other, and the strange feelings that were about to emerge from the bottom of their hearts...

Mu Ziling's eyes changed from bewildered to stunned to shocked. In just a split second, his expression changed several times.

He asked himself, did he put Yan Wenhao in his heart?

After receiving an affirmative answer, Mu Ziling felt extremely embarrassed for a moment. He quickly looked away, unwilling to look at Yan Wenhao again. Those eyes covered by the overly long hair revealed too many complicated emotions——

Yan Wenhao is the prince, even if in the future, he may not ascend to the supreme position, but just become an idle prince, but no matter what, his concubine cannot be a man, Emperor Yan will not allow it, court The minister will certainly not allow it.

What's more, at this time, his body has recovered and he is about to return to the imperial court. Then, perhaps in the near future, there will be a minister to play, and Emperor Yan will also find a matching woman for him to serve him again. Give marriage.

What Mu Ziling envied in his heart, what he always wanted was a sincere relationship of "a couple for life". His heart was too small to tolerate the existence of a third person, and he would not make any concessions or compromises.

Naturally, as Yan Wenhao's first prince, he was doomed not to be able to give him the affection he wanted.

Therefore, one day, he will leave, and beside Yan Wenhao, there will be a woman who matches him.

——There will be no future between them, let alone a future to speak of.

Standing up suddenly, Mu Ziling turned his back to Yan Wenhao, and walked slowly to the screen not far away. A few short steps were enough for him to suppress all the emotions that were exposed, and withdraw them one by one.

Picking up the blouse that the court lady put aside earlier, Mu Ziling turned around, his expression changed to the same gentle expression as when he came here just now, he smiled lightly, and said: "It's time now, Your Highness should get up .”

Looking at the young man's peaceful face, a look of disappointment flashed across Yan Wenhao's eyes, and then was replaced by his usual gentleness.

He can wait, he said to himself in his heart.

Lowering his head slightly, Yan Wenhao looked at Mu Ziling who was dressing himself in front of him. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Qianhe, can you call Wenhao?"

At this time, he brought up the old matter again, but the previous time, he was deliberately tempting, but this time, he was sincere——

He wanted to get closer to Mu Ziling, instead of having an identity between them.

Hearing this, Mu Ziling was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, shook his head and sighed softly: "Your Highness, this is inappropriate." His answer this time was still the same as before.

It's just that at the first time, he really felt that it was not feasible, but this time, he deliberately wanted to alienate his relationship with Yan Wenhao... Since he knew it was impossible, why bother to add unnecessary sorrow?

Frowning, Yan Wenhao couldn't help but grab the hand that was busy in front of him, and said in a slightly eager tone, "Humble, I..."

"Your Highness."

Interrupting his words, Mu Ziling had a calm expression on his face, and pulled out his hand forcefully, lowered his eyes, and carefully put on the decorative jade pendant around his waist for him, then took a step back, keeping a distance from him .

"I'll call the maid to come in." After speaking, he simply turned around and walked straight out, with a blunt and alienated attitude.

Standing motionless behind him, Yan Wenhao looked at his back without turning his head, with a deep expression and a bitter heart, and the hand by his side was also tightly clenched into a fist——

Now, what should he do?

And if I was prepared to confess, how should I say it at this moment?

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Fifth Prince's Mansion.

Because of yesterday's incident, Yan Wenzhi was punished by Emperor Yan to close the door of the mansion for three days and copy "Ce Lun" ten times. During this period, he was not allowed to go out or go to court.

Sitting in the study, Yan Wenzhi buried his head in copying "Policy Theory" over and over again. By the fifth time, his brows were already filled with deep irritability. concern.

The incidents that have occurred one after another in the past few days made him feel vaguely uneasy.

At this moment, Fu Zhou, the manager, hurried over. Seeing him, Yan Wenzhi dropped the pen in his hand, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Fuzhou knelt straight down, buried his head very low, and carefully reported the news he had just heard to Yan Wenzhi: "Your Highness, there was news from the palace just now, saying that the condition of the second and second princes has recovered. "

"what!"

Yan Wenzhi stood up abruptly, stepped forward, grabbed Fu Zhou's skirt, and lifted him into the air, his voice was cold and his face was like a ghost, "You said, my sick son, Brother Erhuang, has recovered from his illness?"

"Yes, it's the news, the news, from the Empress Sect, who sent, passed, and sent."

Being held in this way, Fu Zhou was a little short of breath, he was sweating profusely, and after meeting his Highness's fierce gaze, he couldn't help swallowing, then nodded tremblingly, and stammered.

"Damn!"

Throwing down Fu Zhou, whose face was pale with fright, Yan Wenzhi paced back and forth in the study like a trapped animal. After a long while, he threw everything in the study on the ground like crazy , but even so, the anger in his heart still could not be dispelled.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you?"

At a good time, a soft and clear voice sounded, and along with this voice, there was a graceful and graceful figure.

Originally kneeling in the house, Fu Zhou saw her in fear, his eyes lit up immediately, and he called out, "Miss Luoyu."

Glancing at him, Luo Yu said softly: "Boss Fu, go down first, I'll be here to comfort His Highness."

Watching Fu Zhou leave, Luo Yu walked slowly to Yan Wenzhi's side, gently put his white hand on his arm, with soft eyes and gentle tone: "Your Highness, why are you so angry?"

Her face is outstanding, it can be said that the country is overwhelmed, and the red mole between her eyebrows makes her extremely charming. At this time, she is asking softly, her eyes are full of concern, which makes Yan Wenzhi difficult to understand. The suppressed anger gradually disappeared when he saw her.

Raising his hand, Yan Wenzhi directly pulled her into his arms and hugged her, then leaned his head on her shoulder, calling her softly with a tired voice: "Luoyu..."

"Your Highness, it's raining."

Patted him on the back twice, hesitated for a while, there was a touch of concern and hope in Luo Yu's voice: "Your Highness, can Luo Yu relieve your worries?" She raised her head and looked at Yan Wenzhi intently, There was a deep affection in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Wenzhi looked down at her with unconcealable lust in his eyes: "Are you willing?"

"Rain is willing."

Staring at him, Luo Yu nodded with a smile, and her fingertips lightly stroked his back a few times, revealing a charming feeling.

With a slight expression on his face, Yan Wenzhi suddenly picked up the person in his arms, with a stern look on his brow, and walked steadily towards the back room with steady steps.

Knowing what Yan Wenzhi was going to do to him, Luo Yu didn't resist, but obediently raised his arms around his neck, lowered his eyes, looking extremely docile.

However, deep in the bottom of her eyes, there is still an extremely strong hatred hidden, which is unknown.