The prince is hard to serve

Sitting down by the bed, Yan Wenhao lifted Mu Ziling who was unconscious, and let him lean into his arms, then took the coat from the maid and put it on for him himself, his movements were cautious, and his brows were twitching. Wrinkled, afraid that if she was not careful, she would hurt the young man in her arms.

Taking out a bottle of pills from the medicine box, Imperial Physician Pei handed them to Yan Wenhao, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, this is a pill that I made myself. It can calm the mind and soothe the body and mind. When the princess wakes up, you Let him take one."

Hearing this, Yan Wenhao took the medicine bottle and put it in his arms. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "When will Qianhe wake up?"

"This……"

Imperial Physician Pei looked at Mu Ziling, hesitated for a while, then shook his head and sighed, "I don't know either."

After hearing this answer, Yan Wenhao frowned even tighter. He waved his hands and said impatiently, "So, you go down first." After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes and continued to look at the complexion in his arms. The pale Mu Ziling's expression was full of anxiety and worry.

Bowing and saluting, Imperial Physician Pei didn't dare to say any more, he lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice, "I will take my leave."

Before the voice of these four words fell, he had already retreated lightly.

At this time, Fu Quan, who had just left to prepare the carriage, came back. He walked to the bed, bowed to Yan Wenhao, and then said respectfully, "Your Highness, the carriage is ready."

"Well, you follow me out of the palace."

He responded lightly, and then, Yan Wenhao hugged Mu Ziling horizontally, pursed his lips, and walked out of the palace without saying a word.

The carriage was very spacious, and the interior was furnished extremely comfortably, but Yan Wenhao was reluctant to let go of his hand, so even after getting into the carriage, he hugged Mu Ziling tightly in his arms.

On the way to Mu Mansion, Mu Ziling was always in a coma. Even after returning to Mu Mansion and the carriage stopped, he still showed no sign of waking up.

Standing outside the car, Fuquan said cautiously: "Your Highness, the Mu residence has arrived."

"Well, you go knock on the door first."

After a long time, Fuquan heard such a faint sentence from Yan Wenhao.

At this time, in the compartment.

Yan Wenhao lowered his eyes, quietly looking at Mu Ziling who was unconscious and leaning softly in his arms at this time, his eyes were full of deep affection, and, there was something hidden deep in his heart. Among them, the apology that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

"Sorry……"

Whispering words of apology in Mu Ziling's ear over and over again, Yan Wenhao's incomparably handsome face showed undisguised concern and affection, and his brows were full of pity.

"You can blame me, hate me, or even take revenge on me, but don't hurt yourself, okay?"

He grabbed Mu Ziling's hand, put it against his cheek, rubbed it lightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Mom, you need to get better quickly, and you need to recover quickly, so that you can be ruthless." take revenge on me..."

——No matter what you do to me, as long as you can let go and forgive me, it's fine.

Talking softly, Yan Wenhao never took his eyes off Mu Ziling. He stared intently for a long time, then suddenly he lowered his head and slowly brought his face closer. Carefully kissed her lips.

Yan Wenhao couldn't help the beautiful touch from his lips, and leaned forward to kiss him several times. It wasn't until Fuquan's voice came from outside the car curtain that he reluctantly stopped his movements.

After adjusting his posture slightly, Yan Wenhao picked up Mu Ziling who was still in a coma, and then ordered Fuquan to lift the curtain of the car, and then he hugged Mu Ziling and got out of the carriage.

Outside the gate of Mu Mansion, Mu Jiyan had already led Mu Yan to stand there. He was dressed in plain clothes, standing with his hands tied, with a calm expression on his face, appearing solemn and quiet.

However, when he saw Mu Ziling being held in Yan Wenhao's arms, with his eyes closed and unconscious, the expression on his face changed suddenly, and he had already strode up.

Completely forgetting that he should salute Yan Wenhao, Mu Jiyan asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Ziling?"

He didn't blame Mu Jiyan, and didn't even care about it at all. At this moment, Yan Wenhao's heart was only on the young man in his arms, and he completely ignored everything else.

Hugging the person in his arms even tighter, Yan Wenhao's voice was very low, and his tone was full of undisguised apology: "Pei Yu said that he was in a hurry and passed out."

Hearing this, Mu Jiyan glanced at Yan Wenhao quickly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, he was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly: "Your Highness, please come with me, now, let Ziling go first." Send it back to your room."

Without asking Yan Wenhao for the reason, Mu Jiyan knew it well, and naturally understood that Yan Wenhao would not tell him.

"Alright." Nodding slightly, Yan Wenhao said to him, "Master Mu, please lead the way."

Instructing Mu Yan to invite the doctor in the mansion, after that, Mu Jiyan led Yan Wenhao to the courtyard where Mu Ziling used to live, but just as he took a few steps, he seemed to suddenly remember something, Immediately stopped.

Measuring his body and turning his head, Mu Jiyan looked at Yan Wenhao, and stretched out his hand: "Let Wei Chen come to hold Ziling."

He didn't forget that Yan Wenhao was just recovering from a serious illness, and he was completely recovered.

Without thinking, almost immediately, Yan Wenhao shook his head and rejected him: "No need."

Holding Mu Ziling firmly, Yan Wenhao's eyes darkened, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Master Mu just needs to lead the way."

——Only under such circumstances, would Mu Ziling be held in his arms obediently without any resistance, so how could he be willing to let go?

"Your Highness, you..." Sensing Yan Wenhao's feelings for Mu Ziling, Mu Jiyan couldn't help being shocked for a moment.

Raising his head, Yan Wenhao looked at Mu Jiyan calmly, his eyes were extremely deep: "What do you want to say, Mr. Mu?"

Pursing his lips, Mu Jiyan stared at Yan Wenhao with complicated eyes for a long time. After seeing the unreserved tenderness and love in Yan Wenhao's eyes, his eyes flickered, and then slowly Withdrew his sight.

After thinking in silence for a long time, Mu Jiyan calmed down and already made a decision in his heart.

Turning his head to look at Yan Wenhao, Mu Jiyan pondered for a moment, then asked slowly: "Your Highness, can I ask you a question?"

"Master Mu, please."

Nodding slowly, Yan Wenhao's tone was very flat, "If I can answer, I will definitely not hide anything from Mr. Mu."

"it is good."

Nodding expressionlessly, Mu Jiyan pondered for a while, then asked bluntly, "Your Highness, do you like Ziling?"

Although he used questions, his tone was already very firm. He believed in his eyes and his feelings.

Yan Wenhao was not surprised at Mu Jiyan's sudden question at this time.

In front of Mu Jiyan, from the beginning to the end, he didn't hide his emotions at all, and he was genuine, so at the moment, he nodded without hesitation, with a very calm expression, and he admitted: "Yes. .”

After a pause, he lowered his eyes again, took a tender look at Mu Ziling who was held in his arms, and said slowly, "I like modesty, I like it very much, I like it very much."