"You let go of me......"

Even if he was grabbed by Yan Wenhao's hand, Mu Ziling didn't care about it, he broke free with all his might, and even forgot about the pain, he only had one thought in his heart-

Get out of here quickly, or he'll suffocate.

Looking out of the window in a daze, Mu Ziling's expression was very calm, but his eyes were extremely empty, and everything in front of him seemed to be nothing, and he couldn't see anything real.

The bamboo forest outside was blown by the breeze, and the bamboo leaves played a brisk movement, if it was in the past, Mu Ziling would definitely be full of interest, and maybe he would create a new repertoire from this, but at this moment, he didn't have the slightest interest, and even, he couldn't hear it at all.

The only thought in his mind was to leave.

"Modesty, don't do that."

Noticing that Mu Ziling didn't care about it at all, he just tried to break free of the hand he was holding, and because he was too hard, the back of his white hand began to turn red, Yan Wen was worried that he would hurt and get hurt, so he quickly let go of his hand.

"Humility, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......"

There were a lot of words to apologize, Yan Wenhao just kept talking, his mouth was dry, but he didn't hear any response from Mu Ziling.

At this moment, Mu Ziling was very quiet, he just stood like that, but his eyes never looked at Yan Wenhao, his face was also very pale, and his body was still a little shaky, as if the next moment, the whole person would pass out.

Looking at the appearance of the young man in front of him, Yan Wenhao was distressed, he looked at it for a while, suddenly stood up and leaned over, stretched out his hand and hugged Mu Ziling into his arms, his hands tightly imprisoned his waist, with so much force, as if he wanted to embed his whole person into his arms.

"Humility, I ......"

A little at a loss, Yan Wenhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, or continue to apologize, but the words came to his lips, but he found that at this moment, how pale and powerless his words were, even if he could say more reasons, find more excuses, and say sorry many times, he couldn't undo the mistakes he had made.

If it weren't for his selfishness, he would have been blinded by hatred...... Today's Mu Ziling shouldn't be like this - he doesn't have to be trapped in the palace, he can't display his ambitions, and he doesn't have to marry himself as a man and be ridiculed by the world.

He really regretted it, he regretted it.

But now, what can he do to redeem it? to be forgiven?

Even if in the usual times, Yan Wenhao was mature and smart, in the final analysis, he was always just a teenager who had not yet reached the age of a weak crown, and he was really panicked this time.

Lying on the other party's chest, listening to the affection in his ears, and apologies one by one, Mu Ziling was a little stunned, and in a trance, his thoughts seemed to return to the previous life, from the time when he was unwilling to flee and then died-

At that time, after he fled in a hurry, he did not dare to stay in the capital, and walked north non-stop, did not dare to go out during the day, and hid in Tibet all day long, and lived a hard and difficult life.

But Rao is like this, but after all, he can't defeat the officials of the capital and local officials, in order to appease the anger of Emperor Yan a little, they sent officers and soldiers to arrest and search one after another, and he was arrested in just half a month.

He was locked up in a dark dungeon, with no one around him, only the strange sounds that accompanied him night after night—the sounds of rat activity.

He didn't remember how long he had been locked up, but when he finally came out of the cell, he was greeted with a glass of poisoned wine that had sealed his throat with blood, and another truth that he still couldn't let go of.

Now, once again, he has learned the truth.

Only this time, he won't die...... But a true heart was left behind.

He fell in love with Yan Wenhao.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips, Mu Ziling came back to his senses from his trance, his face was extremely pale for a while, and he finally couldn't suppress his anger anymore.

Why tell him the truth, how cruel it is to him!

With the extreme anger in his heart, Mu Ziling opened his mouth with red eyes, and bit Yan Wenhao's shoulder blade fiercely, this bite, he almost consumed all his strength.

Now that it is summer, his clothes have already changed into thin summer clothes, at this moment, Mu Ziling bit it down with all his might, and soon, he tasted a sweet taste.

That's the smell of blood.

didn't care, Yan Wenhao still hugged him tightly, and the strength of his arms did not loosen at all.

“……”

The sweet smell in his mouth made Mu Ziling's face turn pale in an instant, and he felt sick to his stomach, he couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned down and retched.

Seeing this, Yan Wenhao's expression immediately changed, he turned his head in a panic, and shouted at Fuquan and Duoduo who were at the door: "Go and call the imperial doctor——"

Hearing the voice, Fuquan and Duoduo hurriedly pushed the door in, and after seeing this scene, they glanced at each other, and Duoduo nodded solemnly, and disappeared in an instant.

And Fuquan also held his stomach, and hurriedly turned around to find Imperial Doctor Pei.

He has been retching for a long time, and after a long time, Mu Ziling has eased up a little, but his face is still ugly, too white, and there is almost no blood to be found.

"Humility, are you okay?"

picked up Mu Ziling, who had no strength in his body, and put him on the soft couch in the inner room, Yan Wenhao turned around and poured him a glass of water, and handed it to his lips.

"Drink some warm water, it will be slightly more comfortable."

"You go away."

Raising his soft arm, Mu Ziling didn't look at Yan Wenhao, and directly waved his hand away, and then turned around hard and left his back to him.

The cup in his hand was slapped off, fell to the ground and shattered, Yan Wenhao just glanced down at it, but there was no response, and then turned around and went to get another cup of warm water.

It's just that no matter what he says, Mu Ziling always refuses to turn around and look at him.

For a moment, the study was very quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Such a quiet is about the time of a cup of tea.

Lying on the soft collapse and resting for a while, Mu Ziling felt that he had eased up a little, so he didn't want to stay any longer, so he got up and was about to leave.

Grabbing his hand, Yan Wenhao looked at him, his eyes were very complicated, both gentle and sad, and with deep worry, "Qianhe, I know you don't want to see me now, but you are not feeling well, stay for a while, wait for Imperial Doctor Pei to come and check it for you, okay?" ”

Raising his eyes, Mu Ziling felt extremely uncomfortable in his eyes full of tenderness and pain, he restrained his expression, and repeated lightly: "I want to go back to the room." ”

At this time, the hand hidden in his sleeve had already been tightly clenched into a fist, and his nails were hard into the flesh, and the pain was very great.

Collecting all the forbearance on Mu Ziling's face into his eyes, Yan Wenhao felt that his eyes and heart were hurting hotly, and he couldn't think about anything else anymore, and he couldn't do anything anymore.

But Yan Wenhao also knew that at this time, even if he still had thousands of reasons to leave Mu Ziling behind, he couldn't speak.

He knew that Mu Ziling was on the verge of collapse.

Dumbfounded, Yan Wenhao lowered his eyes and said softly, with a deep apology in his tone: "Maybe no matter what I say, I can't make up for the mistakes I made, but modest, you must remember that I really like you, for the first time in eighteen years, I have tasted the taste of liking, and for the first time, I have put a person into my heart......"

"I once secretly swore that in this life, I would never like anyone, because I want to avenge my mother, I have to avenge myself, and I have to live well...... And feelings will become my concern, my burden, it makes me timid, become sentimental. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes to look at Mu Ziling, his eyes were extremely gentle: "You are the only accident, humble." ”

After a pause, he pondered for a while, and then continued: "I never thought that there would be a day when this matter would be revealed to you and the discernment, originally, I was just ready to let you go after the matter was completed, until death, whether you want to enter the court as an official, or from now on in the world, I will satisfy you, but now ......"

Stopping here, Yan Wenhao stopped talking, because the following words, his previous behavior, had already been expressed very truly.

Listening to this inner analysis, Mu Ziling lowered his head and did not give any response, he sat silently for a while, then stood up, ignored Yan Wenhao, who looked sad, and walked straight past him, leaving the study without looking back.

- For the time being, he doesn't want to see Yan Wenhao again.

Staying in place alone, Yan Wenhao's gaze kept falling on Mu Ziling's body, without moving a single cent, he looked at Mu Ziling's back who left resolutely, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was expressionless.

It wasn't until he couldn't see Mu Ziling's figure anymore that Yan Wenhao reluctantly withdrew his gaze, he slowly walked out of the inner room and stood in front of a wall, where the painting Mu Ziling had made before was hung.

Raising his head slightly, Yan Wenhao looked at the painting, and then, he looked at the four words he had inscribed that day, and his eyes suddenly became deep, like a bottomless cold tan.

Yan Wenhao stood motionless, raised his head, and stared at the painting intently for a long time, until Fuquan led Imperial Doctor Pei back and called him cautiously, he let out a long sigh, lowered his head, and whispered to himself.

"Humility, I can allow you to calm down for a while, but my patience is limited, you ...... Don't try to leave me. After these words, his voice was already inaudible.

"Your Highness, Imperial Doctor Pei is already waiting outside the door." Seeing that Yan Wenhao didn't respond to him for a long time, Fuquan raised his head and said again.

Collecting the love on his face, Yan Wenhao waved his hand at him, and said lightly: "Order someone to take Imperial Doctor Pei to the princess's room." ”

"Yes." Fuquan nodded and responded respectfully.

As soon as Fuquan withdrew, he bumped into Fuxi, who was holding the holy decree in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the study.