The prince is hard to serve

The appearance of Yan Wensi instantly reduced Yan Wenhao's extremely excited mood.

He is not very happy.

Yan Wenhao stood there for a long while, before he pursed his lips and entered the hall expressionlessly.

At this time, in the main hall.

Mu Ziling took Yan Wensi's hand, pulled Yan Wensi to sit down together, ordered Duo Yuan to prepare clean clothes and toiletries, then stretched out his hand, ready to take off Yan Wensi's clothes, and check Yan Wensi The scars on the body.

"Do not touch me!"

Seeing Mu Ziling's movements, Yan Wensi hurriedly took a big step back, raised his hand to cover his skirt, and stared at Mu Ziling warily.

I was stunned for a moment, but after Mu Ziling came over, his eyes were very gentle, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I just want to see your injury..."

With a stern face, Yan Wensi looked at Mu Ziling seriously for a while, as if he was judging his words. After about a cup of tea, his tense body relaxed a little, and he began to compromise.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling smiled slightly, then waved to him, signaling him to come over.

At first, Yan Wensi still stood where he was, didn't move half a step, and was still refusing and dodging instinctively, but after Mu Ziling cared about him in a soft voice, and repeated the gentle and caring words to him over and over again, he finally moved away. He took two steps, and then slowly walked up to Mu Ziling.

Touching the head of the child in front of him, Mu Ziling gently unbuttoned his robe, revealing a body full of old and new scars.

After seeing the criss-cross whip marks on Yan Wensi's body, Mu Ziling frowned, his eyes were full of unbearable, and his complexion was even more terrible.

"These...does it hurt?" Mu Ziling couldn't bear it, and asked him softly.

Mu Ziling didn't dare to reach out to touch him at all. There were too many wounds on Yan Wensi's body, which criss-crossed on his small body. Some old wounds hadn't healed yet, but new wounds appeared again. Now it is midsummer, the weather is extremely hot, the wounds have not been treated in time, and some of them even festered...

Yan Wensi shook his head and nodded again, and said in a calm tone, not caring at all: "It hurts at first, but it doesn't hurt now."

He has long been used to this kind of pain.

"Nine……"

Mu Ziling's expression was extremely complicated. He hesitated, and just said a word, another voice came in.

"What are you doing?"

Stepping forward quickly, Yan Wenhao frowned tightly. He walked up to Mu Ziling and wanted to ask, but when he saw the injuries on Yan Wensi's body, he immediately understood, and his expression turned serious. With a solemn tone, he said: "Brother Nine Emperors, did Chen Zhaoyi do your injury?"

Emperor Yan sent Yan Wensi to Chen Zhaoyi to be raised.

Hearing the words Chen Zhaoyi, Yan Wensi shuddered subconsciously, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and then he hesitated for a long time before slowly nodding his head, acquiescing to Yan Wenhao's words.

It was obvious that Yan Wensi was afraid of Chen Zhaoyi, and it happened that Duo Duan had already prepared the toiletries, so Mu Ziling personally redressed Yan Wensi, then smiled gently at Yan Wensi, and then gently She patted him on the shoulder gently, and asked softly: "Your Highness Nine, you can go take a bath with Duan Yuan, and change into clean clothes?"

"Ah."

Yan Wensi was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, because he found that the person in front of him was really gentle and gentle, looking at his expression and listening to his voice made him feel very comfortable, let him Neither want to refuse.

He thinks he kind of likes this guy.

Smiling at him, Mu Ziling turned his head, and told Duan Yuan carefully, telling him to pay attention to Yan Wensi's wound and not to let him touch the water.

"The servant knows."

In response, Duo Yuan respectfully saluted Mu Ziling, and then led Yan Wensi to the bathroom.

After Duo Yuan left with Yan Wensi, Mu Ziling looked coldly, turned his head to look at Yan Wenhao, and asked him with an ugly expression, "Who is Chen Zhaoyi?"

Sitting down beside Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao told him: "Chen Zhaoyi was appointed by the emperor to raise the concubine of the Ninth Emperor."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling couldn't help asking: "Could it be that Your Majesty allowed His Highness Ninth Prince to be bullied like this and was treated like this by Chen Zhaoyi?"

It is no longer necessary to deliberately pretend to be gentle, so when Mu Ziling's voice fell, Yan Wenhao sneered, and said in a cold voice: "If there is no royal father who doesn't care about it and acquiesces in disguise, how can a little Zhaoyi Dare to do this to the dignified prince? Even those palace servants dare to climb on his head and bully him."

Speaking of this, Yan Wenhao smiled ironically. He stopped, pondered for a while, and then continued: "The mother and concubine of the Ninth Emperor was demoted to the cold palace for murdering the prince. The Ninth Emperor was born in the cold palace, and was born with Surrounded by crows, what's more, it was too coincidental that year, shortly after Jiuhuangdi was born, within a few days, several natural disasters occurred in various places one after another. If you don’t like it, you will ignore him from now on.”

Lowering his eyes, Yan Wenhao sighed softly, and then said in a deep voice: "Perhaps in Father's heart, no one can compare to the power and throne he holds in his hands..."

Yan Wenhao's words made Mu Ziling's expression full of disbelief. He really couldn't believe that this would be done by a father.

"Then let Chen Zhaoyi treat a five-year-old child like this?"

Mu Ziling couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation: "It's so unfair to His Highness Nine to attribute all those coincidences to His Highness Ninth?"

After staring at Mu Ziling for a while, Yan Wenhao didn't answer this question, but instead asked him aloud: "Does Qian He want to complain about the Nine Emperor Brothers?"

Mu Ziling nodded, with an extremely serious expression: "His Highness Ninth is just a child under six years old, he shouldn't be treated like this."

"Okay." Yan Wenhao smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, grabbed Mu Ziling's hand, and promised him: "Since Qian He wants to help Brother Nine Emperors, then I will help you."

Yan Wenhao suddenly thought that if he found a bond for Mu Ziling in the palace and made him care about it, then maybe Mu Ziling would not be so anxious to leave him... and he would have more time to come Get Mu Ziling's forgiveness and his trust again.

"you……"

Mu Ziling was stunned, a trace of complexity flashed quickly in his eyes, he lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Your Highness, you don't have to treat me like this."

He was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper, and in the end he would never be able to get out.

Mu Ziling knew that Emperor Yan had always loved Yan Wenhao, and if Yan Wenhao was willing to speak out and seek justice for Yan Wensi in front of Emperor Yan, then this matter would be more effective with less effort.

Yan Wenhao stared at Mu Ziling intently, his eyes filled with deep affection, "For you, modesty, as long as it's for you, I'm willing to do it."