The prince is hard to serve

Trotting all the way into the pavilion, Fuquan came to Yan Wenhao, bent down and said: "Your Highness, Mr. Mu has arrived, and he is waiting outside the pavilion."

Coughing a few times, Yan Wenhao waved his hands, and said weakly: "I see, please go to the hall, Mr. Mu, I'm a little cold sitting here." Wrap it tighter.

"Yes."

Fuquan didn't dare to say much, and after answering, he raised his hand and summoned two young eunuchs, and told them to carefully help Yan Wenhao back to the palace, while he trotted up to Mu Ziling again, and said respectfully, "Your Highness Please come into the palace to meet Mr. Mu, please come with your servant."

"Huh?" Can't help being stunned, Mu Ziling remembered that they met in this gazebo for the first time in the previous life, why did they change places this time?

"Mr. Mu?" Thinking that Mu Ziling didn't hear clearly, Fu Quan called him, and then repeated what he said just now.

Putting away his thoughts, Mu Ziling finally came to his senses. He nodded, and then he opened his legs and slowly followed Fuquan's footsteps.

Having just stepped into the High Heaven Pavilion with one foot, Mu Ziling raised his head when he felt appreciative gazes on him, and at a glance, he saw Yan Wenhao sitting on the soft couch.

Perhaps it was because of his unhealed serious illness, his body was weak at this time, so he sat a little sluggishly, leaning limply on the armrest, his face was pale without the slightest trace of blood, and his exposed skin was pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. too white.

But even under such a sick condition, it can't conceal Yan Wenhao's peerless elegance. His brows are clear, his appearance is like Pan'an, and his temperament is like jade. Now he is looking at Mu Ziling fixedly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised with an obvious smile Unexpectedly, there is an indescribable gentleness.

After being stunned for a moment, Mu Ziling came back to his senses, stepped forward a few steps and raised his hands in a bow: "Second Highness."

The fun in his eyes flashed, Yan Wenhao first ordered the maid to bring tea and snacks, and then said softly: "I'm not feeling well, I can't go out to meet you in person, don't blame me for being humble."

Modesty is Mu Ziling's signature.

This humility made Mu Ziling startled again, and he was very surprised. This kind of name was obviously called by someone he was familiar with, but they were not familiar with each other.

Seeing Mu Ziling looking at him with surprise in his eyes, Yan Wenhao pondered for a while and asked, "Qianhe doesn't like me calling you like this?"

Only then did Mu Ziling come back to his senses. He shook his head and replied, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

Yan Wenhao smiled and was not angry. After a while, he said softly: "In the future, you need to get used to being humble. We will get married in a month." After speaking, he pointed at himself again. The seat beside her, motioned for Mu Ziling to come over and sit down.

"..."

A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, Mu Ziling did not expect that Yan Wenhao would be so calm when talking about this matter, as if it was just a trivial matter rather than a lifelong marriage event.

Seeing that Mu Ziling was still standing there, with no intention of going there, Fuquan wrinkled his chubby face, took a small step forward, and whispered to him, "Young Master Mu, Your Highness, please go and sit down."

Raising his head, meeting Yan Wenhao's eyes with a smile, Mu Ziling hesitated for a while, then took a step forward.However, instead of walking to the position next to Yan Wenhao, he walked straight to the opposite side and sat down on the soft table. There was only a small table between them.

At this time, seven or eight court ladies stepped forward one by one, put the teapots, teacups and plates of snacks in their hands on the low table one by one, and then all retreated.

Although there are not many pastries on each small plate, at most three pieces, but there are dozens of pastries on the low table, so it looks like it still has a lot of weight.

I personally filled a cup of tea for Mu Ziling, and then pushed one of the pastries over. Yan Wenhao smiled and said, "Because I don't know how to be humble, so I ordered someone to make a few more. This is my favorite. A kind of dessert, try it modestly to see if you like it?"

I don't know whether it was on purpose or not, but the plate of dim sum recommended by Yan Wenhao happened to be the almond cake that Mu Ziling hated the most.

Yan Wenhao once had someone investigate Mu Ziling. He knew that Mu Ziling was allergic to almonds. Once he ate too much, he would have a fever and feel fatigued. It would take several days to recover.

He wanted to know if Mu Ziling would really eat it... What he needed was a concubine who would obey him.

Staring intently at the almond cake in front of him, Mu Ziling pursed his lips, and didn't reach out for a long time. He knew his physical condition, and he finally got better. If he had a fever due to allergies, he might have to stay in bed for several days ...

Looking carefully at Mu Ziling's expression, Yan Wenhao narrowed his eyes, put one hand on his forehead, and after a long while, asked again: "Do you want to try being modest?"

After the words were finished, he stretched out another hand, picked up a piece of almond cake and ate it slowly, while eating, he stared at Mu Ziling with a smile: "It tastes really good, I like it very much."

Mu Ziling's eyes flickered, he was silent for a long time, and then finally reached out, picked up a piece of almond cake, put it to his mouth, and slowly took a bite... The smell of almonds made him wrinkle tightly eyebrow.

Although he ate very little, he might not have an attack, but he had just been poisoned before, so Mu Ziling was really not sure.

Looking at the almond cake left in his hand, Mu Ziling couldn't eat anymore. He cherished it very much to be able to live again, and he didn't want to waste it like this.

He suddenly realized that his memory of Yan Wenhao was biased, and the difference was quite large.

——At this moment, the Yan Wenhao in front of him was not as gentle and reasonable as the rumors said, nor did it match the gentleness and caring in his memory.

It's just that they had just met for the first time, so why did they show it so bluntly, arousing their doubts and doubts?

Mu Ziling was a little puzzled.

Ah Lin was standing far away and couldn't hear their conversation. When he saw his young master eating almond cake, he became anxious all of a sudden.

His son is allergic to almonds. He once ate it by mistake before and had a low-grade fever for five days before subsiding. At this moment, the son's body is still not fully recovered. If he eats almond cake again, he will feel uncomfortable for a long time...

Thinking of this, Ah Lin couldn't calm down at all, so his head was dizzy, he forgot that he was in the palace, and wanted to rush up to stop him, but luckily Fuquan was standing a little in front of him, and when he saw him angry, he wanted to rush Going up, he was so frightened that he quickly reached out and grabbed him, directly pulling him outside the door.

The movement was not big enough, and it was not so small that people could not notice it. From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the situation outside the palace. The corner of Yan Wenhao's mouth twitched, knowing that today's deliberate temptation should be enough, so he recruited a court lady , asked her to remove the almond cake: "Since Qianhe doesn't like it, try other snacks, there will always be someone who likes it."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Mu Ziling looked down at the snacks on the low table, chose one of them, and lowered his eyes to savor it carefully.

After that, the hall was quiet for a while, except for the occasional coughing.

After about a stick of incense, Mu Ziling's expression suddenly changed, and he realized that he was starting to feel uncomfortable.

- It's the allergy symptoms that started to attack.