[Rebirth] The little mute of the prince's family

"My lord, is my lord in there?"

Ah Fu hurried to Xiaoge after he settled the young master, he ran too fast, he was panting when he spoke.

"The son is back."

When Wang An heard the people outside the door say that Yun Le had returned, he put down the wine glass he had just filled, pushed open the door eagerly, and left Xiao Ge quickly.

Mo Hui didn't know what happened, he was the only one left in the room.

When Wang An rushed to Tingfeng Pavilion, he saw that Yun Le, whom he hadn't seen for many days on the bed, was thinner than before, with sunken cheeks on both sides.

An Wang touched Yun Le's bloodless little face distressedly.

Why is it cold?

The person in front of him overlapped with the person who fell in his arms in the previous life, and overwhelming regret surged in. He still failed to protect him in this life.

An Wang stretched out his hand nervously to sniff Tan Yunle's breath, feeling the warm breath, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

"Go get the imperial physician." Wang An's tone was a little anxious, he was afraid that Yun Le would also leave him in this life.

"My lord, I have already sent someone to invite you."

As soon as Zisu saw the unconscious young master, she immediately sent someone to the Imperial Hospital to ask for Imperial Physician Mu.

Calculating the time, Imperial Physician Mu should be here soon.

During the waiting time, Wang An sat on the edge of the bed and watched, his gaze never leaving Yunle's small face, his rare tenderness.

Zisu standing by the bed suddenly remembered something, walked to the table, picked up a letter, handed it to the prince, and slightly parted his lips: "My lord, just now, my son was left at the door with a letter in his arms. "

King An took the letter from Zisu, opened it, and was furious, tearing the letter into pieces.

The shredded paper was scattered all over the floor, and Zisu was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. She didn't know whether to clean it up now or wait for the prince to leave.

[If you treat him badly, I will take him away. ]

The words on the letter made King An furious, and he really wanted to cut the person who wrote the letter to pieces and cut him into pieces.

Did he come to Prince An's Mansion whenever he wanted?

It was he who was negligent before and didn't pay attention to arranging hidden guards around Yunle to keep an eye on him all the time. This kind of thing will never happen again in the future.

Physician Mu didn't give Wang An a good face when he entered the door, and went straight to the bedside to feel Yunle's pulse.

"Zisu, arrange for someone to cook some rice porridge for him to eat." It's been a few days since I've seen him, and he's so weak again that Imperial Physician Mu couldn't stand it anymore. He silently scolded Wang An countless times in his heart. .

After Doctor Mu gave his orders, he checked Yunle's legs, and then helped him fix some crooked and loose wooden boards on his legs.

"how is he?"

Wang An was very worried when he saw the heavy expression on the doctor Mu's face.

"The pulse condition is weak, you need to cultivate well."

Imperial Physician Mu prescribed some mild tonifying soup herbs for Yun Le, and told Wang An to hand them over to Zisu.

"His stomach is not very good. In addition to taking medicine, he usually pays attention to a balanced diet. These tonics can be included in his diet."

King An took the prescription and took a closer look. These medicinal materials should be available in King An's Mansion.

Yun Le's current condition doesn't look very good, Wang An felt sorry for him, so he opened his mouth: "Physician Mu stay overnight for a few days, let's go when Yun Le is better!"

"How dare a humble minister disobey King An's order?" Imperial Physician Mu lowered his eyes, without even looking at King An, he agreed casually.

I didn't know how distressed I was, and I had to make people feel like this before I paid attention to it.

"Take Doctor Mu to rest!"

King An beckoned, and told Ah Fu, who was standing guard at the door, to arrange a room for Taiyi Mu in Tingfeng Pavilion, so that he could be called to check Yunle's body at any time.

To put it nicely is to stay overnight, but to put it badly is to imprison. Physician Mu is well aware of this.

The little boy is fine, so he can go back to the Tai Hospital safely.

If something happened to the young master, it would be another sad story.

Wang An asked those who were stupidly standing in the room to retreat outside to guard, while he himself sat beside Yunle's bed and looked at his sleeping face carefully.

"Yunle." Wang An called Yunle, but got no response.

Yun Le's brows were slightly frowned, and there was fine cold sweat on his forehead, soaking the broken hair on his forehead.

He didn't sleep very well, and he couldn't wake up when he called him, as if he had fallen into a boundless nightmare.

knock knock knock.

Zisu knocked on the door three times.

"My lord, the porridge is ready."

"Come in."

After hearing the prince's order, Zisu opened the door and went in, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

King An is here, and Zisu doesn't know how to serve the young master to drink porridge, and her hands and feet are a little bit disobedient.

Zisu boldly suggested to the prince: "My lord, go and rest! The servant girl and Ah Fu are here to guard the young master at every step."

The prince didn't get up to leave, but reached out and took away the bowl of porridge from Zisu's hand.

"The king is guarding him, you go out."

The prince's voice was lower than usual, and his expression was more serious than usual.

Zisu was a little worried, she took very small steps towards the door, and looked back after taking two steps.

The prince usually has someone to serve him when he dresses and eats. How can he look like a master who can serve others?

But it's useless to worry any more, and she doesn't dare to disobey the prince.

Zisu was worried that the prince would not take good care of the son, and Ah Fu was also worried.

Seeing Zisu come out of the room, Ah Fu who was squatting on the ground immediately got up and asked, "Zisu, why don't you feed the young master porridge inside?"

"The prince asked me to come out because he wanted to feed the young master the porridge himself."

These words reminded Ah Fu of the scene of feeding the medicine before, and his scalp felt a little numb.

It's really hard for the prince to feed the young master porridge.

This time Wang An was not as violent as the time when he was given medicine.

Wang An held the porridge bowl in his left hand, held Yun Le in his arms with his right hand, scooped up a spoonful, blew it before feeding it to Yun Le's mouth, and poured it in bit by bit.

Repeated many times, it took a full half an hour to feed a small bowl of porridge.

The arm holding Yunle was a little numb.

Wang An held Yun Le's head and let him lie on the inside of the bed, his movements were very light, as if he was placing a rare treasure.

He reached out and gently wiped away the water stains on Yunle's lips, and kissed his forehead.

After taking off his robe, An Wang planned to go to bed with Yun Le.

He embraced Yunle's slender waist, probed upwards, and touched Yunle's well-defined ribs through his underwear.

Yunle is too thin, she must take good care of her in the future.

Qiuyue set towards the west with a cool light, and the two people on the bed slept with their necks crossed and did not wake up all night.

Ah Fu, who was guarding the door, did not dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that if the prince came out and saw him fall asleep, he would worry about the thing that the nurse had neglected him before.

When Zisu came to take care of the young master to wash up in the morning, she saw Ah Fu squatting at the door, with dark circles under his eyes and a tired face.

Zi Su asked with concern: "Why don't you go to sleep on the soft couch inside?"