The prince is hard to serve

After Yan Wenhao's words fell, Mu Ziling opened his eyes wide, feeling scared instinctively, so much so that he didn't even notice that Yan Wenhao gently kissed the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't help but asked tremblingly, "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Wenhao stepped back a little, but his eyes still fell on Mu Ziling, and his hand was still tightly holding Mu Ziling's hand: "Listen to me, I will tell you...all of it."

As he was speaking, Yan Wenhao's eyes suddenly became far-reaching, and his eyes also passed Mu Ziling's, and fell vaguely into the distance.

After being silent for a while, Yan Wenhao's voice slowly sounded, and he said in a gentle tone: "Qian He, before, you told me about your mother, this time, let me tell you about my mother... And my past, okay?"

Mu Ziling didn't want to hear it, the uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, but he had just opened his lips, and before he could speak, Yan Wenhao had already chuckled and started speaking by himself.

"My mother's queen is the first daughter of Yan Yunyun's family. When she was 15 years old, my father fell in love with her at first sight and begged the late emperor to marry him. Emperor."

Although he is smiling, there is no smile in his eyes, his eyes are as cold as dark, his voice is very soft, as if it can make people travel through time and time, and go back many years ago, telling a story buried by time, It looks real.

"At that time, the father had not yet ascended the throne, and he was still only a prince. They have been very affectionate for a few years after their marriage, but after the father ascended the throne, they began to change..."

Pausing for a moment, a mocking smile appeared in Yan Wenhao's eyes. He snorted coldly and continued: "Father and Queen once made a promise to my mother for the next life, but his so-called love can't compare to his love for my mother after all. The longing and nostalgia of imperial power."

In fact, don't blame Emperor Yan for ruining the agreement. Who can resist the temptation to hold the encyclopedia of life and death in one's hand, and thousands of people prostrate at their feet?

"In the third year after my father came to the throne, the Xiongnu invaded our border. My grandfather Yunchen and my uncle Yunjing, together with everyone in the Yun family, defeated the Huns' 50 army with a mere [-] troops, causing the Xiongnu to retreat steadily. , had to send envoys to discuss peace."

Having said that, Yan Wenhao stopped. He lightly stroked Mu Ziling's palm, and looked up at him, "Does modesty know about this battle?"

Looking at Yan Wenhao with a complicated expression, Mu Ziling didn't know the meaning of what he said to himself, but the uneasiness in his heart still didn't decrease at all.

Pursing his lips, Mu Ziling hesitated for a while before nodding slightly, "Yes, I know."

With 50 troops resisting the enemy's [-] army, even if he could win, it would be very tragic. However, the casualties in that battle were very few. It can be said that the victory was very beautiful. He was still young at that time. When I was young, I could not remember much, but I only firmly remembered a name, Yunjing.

Yun Jing is the youngest child of Yan Yunyun's family. Back then, he was only a young child.The reason why the battle was won so beautifully and the casualties were minimized was that Yunjing came up with a unique trick.

"Yes," Yan Wenhao nodded slightly, his words were somewhat meaningful: "Everyone knows it, and they won't forget it easily."

Lowering his eyes, Yan Wenhao's voice continued, his tone was light, and he told the story unhurriedly: "The Yun family has repeatedly made great achievements, and all the soldiers in the world surrender to them, not to mention the Yun family's strict education, He has never bullied others, and is even willing to do good deeds, whether in the folk or in the court, he has quite a reputation."

"Seeing that the Yun family is getting bigger and bigger, the royal father is worried that the power of the Yun family will pose a threat to him, so his love for the queen is getting less and less, and he is becoming more and more wary of her. Go to Weiyang Palace."

"When I was six years old, the border invaded again. Yun Jing was seriously injured, but my father personally ordered Yun Jing, who was still injured, to be sent to the battlefield. Although this battle was won in the end, But my brother-in-law Yunjing, he will remain on the battlefield forever."

Yan Wenhao's thoughts seemed to return to that year, when the news reached the capital, he saw his mother crying for the first time.

With a low voice, there was a hint of pain in his eyes: "Since that day, my mother has been ill, and in less than three days, she was so ill that there was no cure for it. Watching my mother and concubine's life gradually disappear, there is no way to recover."

Yan Wenhao said, holding Mu Ziling's hand suddenly tightened, and a strong hatred suddenly burst out in his eyes: "My mother didn't die of illness, but someone took advantage of her to feel sad for my uncle's sudden death, and let go When he came down, he poisoned her."

Feeling pity in his heart, Mu Ziling couldn't help raising his other hand, and gently patted the back of Yan Wenhao's hand as a silent comfort.

Maybe it really played a role, Yan Wenhao's mood gradually eased, but the chill in his eyes still did not fade at all.

"The poison poisoned by the queen mother is a strange poison, which can make the poisoned person's veins look like a sudden serious illness. When the amount of this poison is small, it will not kill people immediately, but will lurk in the human body for ten years. For a few years, it makes people linger on the sick bed, and the pain is very painful; when the amount is too large, it is like a sudden death from a serious illness, without any symptoms, and it is difficult to find out the root cause."

"So, even though the emperor ordered a thorough investigation back then, and after a full month of investigation, he could only come to a heartbroken transition and a depressed ending."

Yan Wenhao didn't believe in this conclusion from the beginning to the end, but he couldn't find out. He was too young at the time to do anything about it.

"Your Highness."

Suppressing his shock at these words, Mu Ziling called Yan Wenhao lightly, and then looked straight at him, his eyes filled with tenderness and undisguised pity.

Yan Wenhao looked back at him quietly, his eyes became extremely gentle, after a long time, he let out a deep breath, and finally opened his mouth to confess his deception and regret.

"Not long after my mother's death, I also suddenly fell ill. The imperial doctor couldn't diagnose the cause, so I could only attribute it to the fact that my mother's death was a great blow to me...but that's not the case."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling's mood can no longer be described in terms of shock, "Your Highness, why did you..." Tell me this?

Without answering Mu Ziling's doubts, Yan Wenhao went on to say: "They killed my mother, and they didn't let me go. They poisoned me with the same poison as my mother's concubine, but they used less poison on me. A little bit."

His expression was obviously extremely cold, but his tone at this time was very flat: "From the age of six to 12 years, I have been poisoned by this poison, lingering on the bed, weak and weak, and always in danger of my life. If I hadn’t met my master when I was nine years old, he taught me martial arts, and passed on my inner strength and mind, which made the toxicity slightly suppressed. At this time, I would have no cure, and I would have no strength to recover. I could only quietly wait for death to come .”

"Three years ago, I accidentally rescued a doctor. He saw the poison I was suffering from at a glance. The poison was created by his master. He thought of my life-saving grace and agreed to detoxify me...Finally, Four months ago, he found all the medicinal materials and detoxified me."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling's expression changed, and his expression was very ugly - four months ago, at that time, it was obviously one month before the imperial decree of bestowing marriage was issued!

"You—" Mu Ziling opened his eyes wide, stared at Yan Wenhao, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word: "You were detoxified four months ago?"

Then why do you want him to enter the palace?

If it wasn't for this imperial decree, he wouldn't have to ruin his official career; if it wasn't for this imperial decree, he wouldn't have to wear red makeup, marry as a man, and become a laughing stock in the world; if it wasn't for this imperial decree, he wouldn't have died alone in the last life In the cold dungeon—

He thought that he came back from rebirth, compromised and entered the palace for himself, and also wanted to save Yan Wenhao's life, and regarded it as doing good deeds... But in the end, it turned out that it was all a conspiracy from beginning to end, and he was just a joke!

Why tell him about it when he finds out what he wants!

Why don't you just keep hiding it—

Anger, sadness, despair... These emotions rushed towards Mu Ziling together, making him uncontrollable. His whole body was trembling, and his face was extremely pale. He stared fiercely at Yan Wenhao. The emotions here are complex and difficult to discern.

Yan Wenhao has been watching Mu Ziling intently from the beginning to the end, not missing a single bit of his expression, seeing his reaction at this moment, and the sadness and hatred that he can no longer hide in his eyes , The remorse and guilt in his heart surged out, and he couldn't help it anymore, and he knelt down.

"Humble, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He bowed his head heavily and knelt on the ground, Yan Wenhao began to apologize over and over again: "I ruined your future, I made you unable to become an official, I made you wear Hongzhuang, marrying into the imperial palace as a man, becoming the laughing stock of the world, it was my fault, it was my fault—”

He didn't dare to ask for forgiveness, so he could only apologize over and over again.

after a long time.

Mu Ziling finally had a reaction. He lowered his head, looked at Yan Wenhao who was kneeling in front of him with empty eyes, and said in a strangely calm tone, "Is the national teacher yours?"

If it wasn't Yan Wenhao's person, then how could he make such absurd remarks to Emperor Yan.

"Yes."

Yan Wenhao didn't hide anything, he nodded, "...he is my mother's younger brother."

"Oh." Lowering his eyes, Mu Ziling's smile was extremely bitter, he pondered for a while, and whispered: "What else did you lie to me..." His eyelashes trembled, he laughed at himself again, and asked lightly Said: "Is it true that all your tenderness is just to deceive me?"

Perhaps because he was extremely sad, Mu Ziling was no longer afraid. When he asked this question, his heart was extremely calm.

"No." Yan Wenhao raised his head suddenly, and explained in a loud voice: "Perhaps at the beginning, because of the long-standing hatred, I tempted you in every possible way, but after being with you for a day, I have not realized it. I am attracted to you, I like you, humble..."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling smiled miserably, stood up, shook his head, looked down at Yan Wenhao, expressionless, and said word by word: "Your liking, I can't afford it...Your Highness, you Let me go, I want to go back to my room."

His tone was stiff and cold, and he could no longer find any warmth.

Yan Wenhao didn't let go of his hand as promised, but Yan Wenhao firmly grasped Mu Ziling's hand, as if grasping a life-saving straw, for fear that if he let go a little, the other party would just leave him.

"Humble..."