Every world I die young

Ah...it's already so high.

Mo Yinglan lay flat on the bed, he closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

When Mu Jiayan came in, what he saw was exactly this scene, the warm orange light shone in from the window and cast it on his pale and thin cheeks.

If, ignoring his bandaged body and distorted hands, Mu Jiayan really felt it.

The world is stable and the years are quiet.

But, how could such a deep pain be ignored?

Mu Jiayan finally left quietly.

Mo Yinglan's body was too weak, so Mu Jiayan forced him to rest in the dormitory every day. He was diagnosed and treated by an imperial physician every day. Every day was different. The tonic was free of charge, but he didn't like the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine. One less performance to finish drinking.

The days passed day by day, spring and autumn changed, and another year passed in a blink of an eye. During these days, too many things happened.

First, the ever-favored queen Yunying was abolished because of her immorality and sent to the cold palace, and then the queen mother collapsed due to lingering illness. He was named the Taifu of the eldest son of the emperor.

Mo Yinglan's main task was also naturally completed, and the main task was refreshed. Mo Yinglan looked at the line of red letters on the virtual electronic panel in his mind and sneered.

Lying in bed all day is not conducive to returning to normal. Mu Jiayan is afraid that he will be depressed, especially since Mo Yinglan is now Mu Jianzhen's tutor, and Mu Jianzhen is also one year old. Therefore, during the daytime these days, Mu Jianzhen He stayed in the bedroom all the time.

Mo Yinglan was sitting on the couch, holding a small wooden boat with both hands raised high, and said solemnly to the cute little Mu Jianzhen, "Your Highness, this is a wooden boat, and my minister is the Taifu, call, Tai~ Fu~"

The child was too young, and after babbling for a long time, he couldn't utter the word "Teacher", but a pair of small hands rushed to grab the small toy in Mo Yinglan's hand.

Mo Yinglan blinked: "Your Highness, call the Taifu to listen, or I won't give it to you."

"Too...too..." The little guy's tongue was tied, but he couldn't scream out, his little mouth narrowed anxiously, tears rolled in his eyes, and he was about to cheat.

Mo Yinglan said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I can't even give it to you, what an unreasonable kid."

He put his hand down carefully, and with a wave of Mu Jianzhen's little hand, the wooden boat fell onto the couch.

Mo Yinglan suddenly fell silent, and Mu Jiayan, who had just got off and hurried over, also leaned silently against the door.

"Too...too, Fu!"

Both of them were taken aback, the child had a smirk on his face, and it was a joy to call out the master, probably he would only be able to call out this word.

The timing was perfect, and the corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth suddenly curled into a slight smile.

Mu Jiayan was stunned. In this year, he had hardly smiled so easily in front of his eyes.

In the mouth of the babbling baby, one after another "Teacher" jumped out without money, and the laughter of "giggle" was cheerful and innocent.

Mu Jiayan suddenly relaxed, his eyes were soft, looking at the man on the opposite bed who was smiling lightly and the silly child who was laughing so hard, he felt from the bottom of his heart for the first time that Mu Jianzhen wasn't His son, that's great.

[Ding, the favorability value of the mission target +1, the current favorability value is 99. 】

Mo Yinglan raised his head, Mu Jiayan looked at him with gentle eyes, the smile on the corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth froze, and he lowered his head stiffly.

Mu Jiayan's gaze remained unchanged, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, he hurt him deeply, it's fine as it is now.