trotted all the way into the pavilion, Fuquan came to Yan Wenhao, bent down and said, "Your Highness, Mu Gongzi has arrived, and he is waiting outside the pavilion at this time." ”

Coughing lightly, Yan Wenhao waved his hand and said weakly: "I know, please ask Mu Gongzi to go to the palace, I am a little cold sitting here." As he spoke, he reached out and gathered his robe, wrapping himself tighter.

"Yes."

Fuquan didn't dare to say much, and after answering, he raised his hand and beckoned the two little eunuchs, and told them to carefully help Yan Wenhao back to the palace, while he himself trotted in front of Mu Ziling again, and said respectfully: "Your Highness invites Mu Gongzi to enter the palace to meet, please come with the servants." ”

"Huh?" couldn't help but be stunned, Mu Ziling remembered that the first time they met in the previous life, it was in this pavilion, why did they change places this time?

"Mu Gongzi?" Thinking that Mu Ziling didn't hear clearly, Fuquan called out to him, and then repeated what he had just said.

Putting away his thoughts, Mu Ziling reacted at this time, he nodded his head, and then opened his legs and slowly followed Fuquan's footsteps.

As soon as one foot stepped into Lingxiao Pavilion, feeling the gaze that fell on him with scrutiny, Mu Ziling raised his head, and at a glance, he saw Yan Wenhao sitting on the soft couch.

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

But even under such a morbid state, he couldn't cover Yan Wenhao's peerless elegance, his eyebrows were clear, his appearance was like Pan An, and his temperament was like jade, and now he looked at Mu Ziling fixedly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly with an obvious smile, and there was an indescribable gentleness.

After being stunned for a moment, Mu Ziling came back to his senses, took a few steps forward and raised his hand: "Second Highness." ”

The fun in his eyes flashed, Yan Wenhao first instructed the palace maid to send tea and snacks, and then said softly: "My body is unwell, I can't go out to greet you in person, don't blame me for being gentle." ”

Humility is Mu Ziling's expression.

This humble voice made Mu Ziling stunned again, and he was very surprised in his heart, such a name is clearly the name of a familiar person, but they are 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, but you don't like me calling you like this?"

At this time, Mu Ziling came back to his senses, he shook his head, and replied, "It's just that I'm a little unused to it." ”

Yan Wenhao smiled, not angry, and after a while, he said softly: "In the future, you have to get used to being modest, and in a month, we will get married." After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the position beside him, motioning for Mu Ziling to come and sit.

“……”

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

Seeing that Mu Ziling was still standing in place, with no plans to go over, Fuquan wrinkled his chubby face, took a small step forward, and whispered a reminder to him: "Mu Gongzi, Your Highness, please go over and sit down." ”

Raising his head, looking at Yan Wenhao's smiling eyes, Mu Ziling hesitated for a moment, and then took a step. However, he didn't walk to the position next to Yan Wenhao, but walked to the soft collapse on the opposite side and sat down, and there was only a small low table between them.

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

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

Personally poured a cup of tea for Mu Ziling, and then pushed one of the pastries over, Yan Wenhao smiled: "Because I don't know what the taste of modesty is, I ordered someone to make a few more, this is my favorite kind of dim sum, try it and see if you like the taste?" ”

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the dim sum recommended by Yan Wenhao happened to be Mu Ziling's most hated almond crisp.

Yan Wenhao once asked people to investigate Mu Ziling, and he knew that Mu Ziling was allergic to almonds, and once he ate too much, he would have a fever and fatigue, and it would take several days to get better.

He wondered if Mu Ziling would really eat it...... What he needs is a princess who is obedient to him.

Staring intently at the almond crisp in front of him, Mu Ziling pursed his lips and didn't stretch out his hand, he knew his physical condition, and he finally got better, if he had a fever because of allergies, he was afraid that he would have to stay in bed for several days......

Tsai carefully looked at Mu Ziling's expression, Yan Wenhao squinted his eyes, supported one hand against his forehead, and waited for a long time before he asked again: "Won't you taste it?" ”

After the words fell, he stretched out another hand, picked up a piece of almond crisp and ate it slowly, staring at Mu Ziling with a smile while eating: "The taste is really good, I like it very much." ”

Mu Ziling's eyes flashed, he was silent for a long time, and then finally reached out, picked up a piece of almond crisp and put it to his mouth, and slowly took a bite...... The almond flavor in his mouth made him frown tightly.

Although he ate very little, he probably wouldn't have a seizure, but he had just been poisoned before, and Mu Ziling really didn't have much confidence.

Looking at the almond crisp left in his hand, Mu Ziling couldn't eat it anymore, he was able to live again, he cherished it very much, and he didn't want to be so bad.

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

――At this moment, the Yan Wenhao in front of him is not as gentle and reasonable as the rumors, nor is it consistent with the gentleness and intimacy in his memory.

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

Mu Ziling was a little puzzled.

Ah Lin stood far away, and he couldn't hear their conversation, and when he saw his son-in-law actually eating almond crisp, he was anxious all of a sudden.

His son-in-law is allergic to almonds, he used to eat it by mistake once, and he had a low-grade fever for five days before it retreated......

Thinking of this, Ah Lin couldn't calm down at all, so he was dizzy, and he actually forgot that this was in the palace, and he wanted to rush up to stop it, but fortunately, Fuquan happened to be standing a little in front of him, and when he saw that he was about to rush up regardless of his anger, he was so frightened that he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and directly pulled the person out of the door.

This movement is not big, and it is not so small that people will not be able to detect it, Yu Guang glanced at the situation outside the hall, Yan Wenhao hooked the corners of his mouth, knowing that today's deliberate temptation should be enough, so he recruited a palace maid and asked her to take down the almond cake: "Since Qianhe doesn't like it, try other dim sum, there will always be something to like." ”

"Your Highness."

Relieved, Mu Ziling glanced down at the dim sum on the low table, chose one of them, lowered his eyes and savored it.

After that, there was silence in the hall, except for the occasional light cough.

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

-- Allergy symptoms are starting to flap in.