The prince is hard to serve

"You let me go..."

Even if Yan Wenhao firmly grabbed his hand, Mu Ziling didn't care, and tried hard to break free, even forgetting the pain. There was only one thought in his mind——

Get out of here quickly, or he'll suffocate.

Staring blankly at the window, Mu Ziling's expression was very impatient, and his eyes were extremely empty. Everything in front of him seemed to be nothingness, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The bamboo forest outside was blown by the breeze, and the bamboo leaves made sounds, as if playing a brisk movement. If it was in the past, Mu Ziling would definitely be very interested, and maybe he would create a new song from it, but this time At this moment, he didn't have the slightest interest, and he couldn't even hear it at all.

The only thought in his mind was leaving.

"Humble, don't do this."

Noticing that Mu Ziling didn't care about it at all, he just kept trying to break free from the hand he was holding, and because of too much force, the back of his white hand started to turn red, Yan Wen was worried that he would hurt and get hurt, So he quickly let go of his hand.

"Humble, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

He talked a lot about apologizing, Yan Wenhao just kept talking like this, his mouth was dry, but he didn't hear any response from Mu Ziling.

At this moment, Mu Ziling was very quiet, he just stood there, but his eyes never looked at Yan Wenhao, his face was also very pale, and his body was still a little precarious, as if he would pass out in the next moment.

Looking at the appearance of the young man in front of him, Yan Wenhao's heart ached.

He looked at it for a while, then hesitated for a while, then suddenly stood up and leaned over, reached out and hugged Mu Ziling into his arms, and tightly bound his waist with his hands, as if to put his whole body It's like being embedded in his arms.

"Humble, I..."

Somewhat at a loss, Yan Wenhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, or continue to apologize, but when the words came to his lips, he found that under the current situation, his words were so weak, no matter how much he could say. No matter how many excuses you find out, how many times you say sorry, you can't undo the mistakes you have made.

If it wasn't for his selfishness, being blinded by hatred... the current Mu Ziling would not be like this - he doesn't have to be trapped in the palace, unable to fulfill his ambitions, let alone marry him as a man , was ridiculed by the world.

He really regretted it, regretted it very much.

But now, what should he do to save him?To be forgiven?

No matter how mature, intelligent, and thoughtful Yan Wenhao is in normal times, in the final analysis, he is still just a young man who has not yet reached the age of weak crown. He really panicked this time.

So I can only follow my instinct, apologize over and over again, and then try my best to keep Mu Ziling by my side, not letting him leave from my eyes, for fear that I will never find him again.

Lying on the other person's chest, listening to the voices full of affection and apologies one after another in his ear, Mu Ziling was a little dazed. In a daze, his thoughts seemed to return to In the last life, from the time when he was unwilling to escape to the time when he died——

At that time, after he fled in a panic, he didn't dare to stay in the capital, he walked northward non-stop, he didn't dare to go out during the day, he hid in Tibet all day, and his life was hard and difficult.

But even so, it was no match for the capital officials and local officials. In order to appease Emperor Yan's anger, they sent officers and soldiers to conduct a series of searches. After only half a month, he was arrested and returned.

He was locked in a dark dungeon, with no one around, only the strange rustling noises accompanied him night after night—those sounds were the sounds of rats moving.

He didn't remember how long he had been imprisoned, but when he finally got out of the cell, what greeted him was a glass of poisoned wine with blood on his throat, and another truth that made him so angry and couldn't let go.

Now, he learned the truth again.

Only this time, he won't die...but he left a heart behind.

He fell in love with Yan Wenhao.

A bitter smile floated on his lips, Mu Ziling recovered from his trance state, his complexion was extremely pale for a moment, and finally he could no longer restrain his anger.

Why tell him the truth!

How cruel this is to him!

Angry in his heart to the extreme, Mu Ziling's eyes were red, he opened his mouth, and bit Yan Wenhao's shoulder blade hard. This bite took almost all of his strength.

Now it's summer, and the clothes have already been changed into thin summer clothes. At this moment, Mu Ziling bit down with all his strength, and soon, he tasted a sweet and fishy smell.

It was the smell of blood.

There was pain in the shoulder blades, but Yan Wenhao didn't care about it, he still hugged the person in his arms tightly, the strength of his arms did not loosen at all.

"..."

The sweet and fishy smell in his mouth made Mu Ziling's face turn paler in an instant, his stomach was nauseated, he couldn't take it anymore, he bent down and retched.

Seeing this, Yan Wenhao immediately changed his expression, he turned his head in a panic, and shouted at Hou Fuquan and Duoyuan who were standing at the door: "Hurry up and call the imperial doctor—"

Hearing the sound, Fuquan and Duoyuan quickly opened the door and came in. After seeing this scene, they looked at each other, nodded solemnly with Duoyuan's face, and disappeared in an instant.

And Fuquan was also holding his big belly full of meat, trembling all the way, and turned around in a hurry to find Imperial Doctor Pei.

He retched for a long time, and after a while, Mu Ziling finally recovered, but his face became more and more ugly, it was too white, and there was almost no trace of blood.

"Humble, are you okay?"

He picked up Mu Ziling, who had no strength in his body, and carefully placed him on the soft couch in the inner room. Yan Wenhao turned around and poured him a glass of water, and handed it to his lips: "Drink some warm water. , will be a little more comfortable."

"……go away."

Raising his limp arm, Mu Ziling didn't look at Yan Wenhao, and directly swung his hand away, knocking off the celadon cup in his hand, and then turned around hard, leaving his back to him.

The cup in his hand was knocked off, fell to the ground and shattered, Yan Wenhao just looked down, not angry at all, then turned around to get another cup of warm water.

However, no matter what he said or did, Mu Ziling refused to turn around and take a look at him.

For a while, the study was very quiet, and a needle could be heard.

This kind of quietness is about the time for a cup of tea.

Lying on the soft bed and resting for a while, Mu Ziling felt that he was much more comfortable, so he didn't want to stay any longer, so he got up and wanted to leave.

Grabbing his hand, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were very complicated, both gentle and sad, and also deeply worried, "Mom, I know you don't want to see me now, but your body is not good enough. It's comfortable, stay a little longer, and wait for Imperial Doctor Pei to come and examine you, okay?"

Raising his head, Mu Ziling felt extremely uncomfortable when he met those eyes full of tenderness and pain. He restrained his expression, and repeated in a flat tone: "I want to go back to my room."

At this moment, his hand hidden in the sleeve had already been tightly clenched into a fist, and his nails were hard to sink into the flesh. The pain was very painful, but this pain could keep him calm.

Putting all the forbearance on Mu Ziling's face into his eyes, Yan Wenhao felt a burning pain in his eyes and heart, so painful that he could no longer think about anything else, and could no longer do anything.

But Yan Wenhao also knew that at this time, even if he still had thousands of reasons to keep Mu Ziling, he would be unable to speak.

He knew that Mu Ziling was on the verge of collapse.

With a hoarse voice, Yan Wenhao lowered his eyes and said softly, with a deep apology in his tone: "Maybe no matter what I say, I won't be able to make up for the mistakes I made, but modesty, you must remember, I I really like you. In 18 years, I have tasted the taste of liking for the first time, and put a person in my heart for the first time..."

"I once swore to myself that in this life, I will never fall in love with anyone, because I want to avenge my mother, I want to avenge myself, and I want to ascend to the highest position... And feelings will become my concern, I will The burden of it binds my hands and feet, and it makes me timid and sentimental in doing things."

Having said that, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes to look at Mu Ziling, his eyes were extremely gentle: "You are the only accident, modest."

After a pause, he pondered for a while, and then continued: "I never thought that there would be a day when I would tell you the whole thing. Originally, I was just planning to let you go back after the matter is done. At that time, no matter whether you wanted to become an official in the court, or live freely in the world, I would satisfy you, but now..."

Stopping here, Yan Wenhao stopped talking, because what he said later, his previous behavior, had already expressed very clearly.

Listening to this inner analysis, Mu Ziling lowered his head and did not give any response. He sat silently for a while, then stood up, ignoring Yan Wenhao who looked sad, and walked straight past him, with his head turned He left the study without looking back.

——For the time being, he didn't want to see Yan Wenhao again.

Standing alone in place, Yan Wenhao's eyes kept on Mu Ziling's body without moving away. He looked at the back of Mu Ziling's resolute departure, tightly pursed his lips, and his expression was full of pain.

Yan Wenhao reluctantly looked away until he could no longer see Mu Ziling's figure. He slowly walked out of the inner room and stood in front of a wall where the painting that Mu Ziling made before was hung.

Slightly raising his head, Yan Wenhao looked at the painting seriously, and then he looked at the four words he wrote that day on the painting, his eyes suddenly became darker, like a bottomless puddle Han Tan is average.

Yan Wenhao stood motionless, raised his head, and stared at the painting for a long time. It wasn't until Fuquan came back with Imperial Physician Pei and called him cautiously that he sighed long, lowered his head, and whispered Say it yourself.

"I can allow you to calm down alone for a period of time, but my patience is limited, be humble, you... don't try to leave me." His voice was inaudible in the following words.

Seeing that Yan Wenhao didn't respond to him for a long time, Fuquan raised his head, and once again complained. "Your Highness, Imperial Physician Pei is already waiting outside the door."

Quickly suppressing the emotions on his face, Yan Wenhao waved to him, and said in a low voice: "Order someone to take Imperial Physician Pei to the concubine's room."

"Yes."

Fuquan nodded and responded respectfully.

Just as Fuquan exited, he bumped into Fuxi, who was led by Duan Duan holding the imperial decree, hurriedly walking towards the study.