The prince is hard to serve

In Lingxiao Pavilion, in the main hall, Mu Ziling was dressed in plain robes, sitting at opposite ends of Yan Wenhao.

It seems that it has been too long since the last time the two of them sat facing each other peacefully and quietly like today.

On the low table between the two of them, there were two plates of dim sum and a pot of clear tea. There was hot air lingering from the spout of the pot, and there was a faint tea fragrance in the air, which seemed to be hovering around the tip of the nose.

Yan Wenhao tilted his head, with a silly smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of deep affection. His gaze was always on Mu Ziling, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Willing to move an inch.

Under such gaze, Mu Ziling pretended to be calm, he stretched out his hand, poured himself a cup of tea, then lowered his eyes, and slowly tasted it one sip at a time.

He kept telling himself not to care, let alone respond to Yan Wenhao's affection.

The two were like this, one greedily staring at each other intently, the other sat quietly with his head bowed, but neither of them said a word, they were silent to each other.

For a moment, the entire palace was so silent that it was almost audible.

In this way, about half a stick of incense passed.

Because Yan Wenhao's eyes were too hot, Mu Ziling was extremely embarrassed to see, so he coughed lightly, and spoke first, breaking the silence of the room.

"Your Highness, is there something on my face?" He couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his face with a puzzled expression.

"No, nothing."

Noticing Mu Ziling's blushing ears, Yan Wenhao was stunned for a moment. Soon, after he realized it, a huge smile slowly soaked into his eyes, and then stained his brows, and his eyes also began to bloom. light comes.

Squinting his eyes, Yan Wenhao withdrew his gaze with some reluctance, "Humble, I..."

With some hesitation on his face, Yan Wenhao pursed his lips, thinking over and over again in his heart, he seemed a little nervous, and tried to speak several times, but failed to say the following words smoothly.

After pondering for a long time, he picked up the white jade teacup on the table again, took a sip of tea, then hesitated for a while, and then asked slowly: "Qian He, when you were in the Imperial Garden just now, you said, come back After that, we can have a good talk, is it true?"

His tone was a little cautious and slightly tentative, and there was also a look of hope that could not be concealed in his pair of black eyes.

——He has been waiting silently for the past few days, and now, he finally waited until Mu Ziling's attitude softened a bit.

Yan Wenhao's picture was completely different from usual, and Mu Ziling's cautious and tentative appearance caused Mu Ziling to bow his head and sip tea. Immediately, his eyelashes trembled, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he felt mixed feelings in his heart. .

It was not the first time that Mu Ziling saw Yan Wenhao forget his original identity and status for himself, and lower himself into the dust, without edges, corners, sharpness, and hatred and hatred in his heart. The second time, I humbly begged him not to leave, not to hurt his body due to excessive anger...

In fact, he has seen this scene too many times, and it has been countless in the past half a month.

But no matter how many times he has seen it, how many times he has experienced it, every time he sees it again, deep in his heart, there will still be huge waves.

It was shock, surprise, and even a warm and joyful feeling that he had been trying to ignore all this time.

Yan Wenhao, as a prince and a legitimate son, was supposed to be aloof and overlook all living beings, but when facing himself like this, he was willing to admit his mistakes in a low voice; he was willing to repeat a sentence of sorry over and over again; he was willing to use up all his strength , just to get his relief, not forgiveness.

Mu Ziling felt that everything was messed up and everything was wrong.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He shouldn't be any more soft-hearted towards Yan Wenhao.

Because, without Yan Wenhao's deliberate calculations behind the scenes, he could have realized his ideals, entered the court as an official, and benefited the people of one side like a father, then married a virtuous woman, had several lively children, and formed a family. A very warm home.

It was because of Yan Wenhao that even though he was a man, he had to put on red makeup and marry into the palace like a woman, and since then he became the laughing stock of everyone in the world.

Because of these reasons, he should have hated, should hate very much, and should even take revenge fiercely.

However, more than half a month later, he sat face to face with Yan Wenhao again, looked at Yan Wenhao with his own eyes, saw himself holding his sincerity in front of his eyes, changed his usual self-confidence, gentleness, and strategizing, and became With a cautious and expectant look, he really couldn't be more ruthless.

This time, without the obstruction of a heavy palace door, Mu Ziling could no longer deceive himself, hoping that the person outside the door was not Yan Wenhao. like.

Probably because time really has a special power that can heal everything, including the reasons and wounds that he always cared about at the beginning, that he couldn't let go of.

What Mu Ziling cared about, what he couldn't let go of, was Yan Wenhao's calculations and deceit.

But now, after calming down and thinking about it, he suddenly realized that if he stood in Yan Wenhao's perspective, he might do the same.

It's not selfish, or anything else, it's just a means.

It's just that this kind of method indirectly caused his tragic death in the last life, and in this life, he foolishly lost a heart, which is really too hurtful.

This was one of the reasons why he could never forgive Yan Wenhao.

After hesitating for a while, Mu Ziling slowly put down the white jade teacup in his hand. After a moment of silence, he nodded and replied, "Yes, we should talk."

Perhaps only when he has said everything can he truly let go.

When responding, Mu Ziling's expression was very calm, and his tone seemed calm. He spoke in a very flat voice without any ups and downs or emotions, as if he had really figured things out. Generally relieved.

However, Mu Ziling like this made Yan Wenhao feel ethereal and alienated even more, making him even more frightened for no reason, as if Mu Ziling would leave him in the next moment and never come back.

Thinking of this, Yan Wenhao stretched out his hand abruptly, and once again grasped Mu Ziling's hand that was placed on the low table, holding it tightly. At the same time, his eyes were slowly changing. become firm and stubborn.