Inside the Imperial Palace, in the Lingyun Pavilion.

In the spacious and bright palace, Yan Wenhao lazily sat on the head of the bed, stretched out a hand, and let the imperial doctor take his pulse, his face was pale, his expression was a little tired, and he would cough lightly from time to time.

"How's my body? Likely to get out of bed and walk? ”

The old imperial doctor called the pulse in his right hand, touched his long beard with his left hand, squinted slightly, and only withdrew his hand for a long time, and when he heard the words, a trace of pity arose in his heart, and he replied respectfully: "Recently, His Royal Highness's health has been much better, and he can get up and walk outside in time." ”

"That's fine." Putting his outstretched hand back into the quilt, Yan Wenhao bowed slightly, and his eyes were a little bright: "Okay, you can go down." There was a slight weakness in his voice.

"Yes, the old minister will go down and wait first." The old imperial doctor got up, saluted Yan Wenhao, and then carried the medicine box and withdrew from the hall.

Soon after the imperial doctor left, a corner of his clothes flashed quickly, Yan Wenhao raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, then said that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, and ordered all the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting for him to retreat, leaving only one chief steward at the door.

As soon as the palace maids and eunuchs left, a young man with a fan jumped down from the beam of the room, he was dressed in a green coat, with a butterfly-shaped jade pendant on his waist, his appearance was handsome, his face was handsome, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose, as if he was born with a smile.

This young man, named Xie Jingyu, is Yan Wenhao's senior brother, the youngest general, and his friend for many years.

Seeing the person coming, Yan Wenhao put away his weak appearance just now, and restored his original face - he was originally pretending to be sick.

Yan Wenhao was indeed really sick, when he was six years old, he was hit by a rare poison, the symptoms of this poison are no different from ordinary body void, even experienced imperial doctors can't find out the real reason, only when he is because of his mother's sudden death, can't stand the blow, it will be so, so no one has ever known that he is poisoned.

This poison is very dangerous, but it will not be immediately fatal, it will be hidden in the human body for more than ten years, so that people linger on the sickbed all the year round, unable to spend their minds, the body is extremely weak, and the major and minor illnesses continue to occur, until the poison really begins to attack, it is really powerless.

Three years ago, Yan Wenhao accidentally rescued a person in the palace, and that person happened to be a well-known doctor today, and he could see at a glance that Yan Wenhao was poisoned.

This poison happened to be made by his master during his lifetime, and he could detoxify it, but the difficulty was that it was difficult to find the medicinal materials used to prepare the antidote. In order to repay Yan Wenhao for saving his life, he promised to find medicinal materials for Yan Wenhao to prepare an antidote.

This search lasted for three years, but fortunately, the emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, and that person finally found all the medicinal materials he needed, and successfully prepared the antidote a month ago.

However, although Yan Wenhao was detoxified, because he had been poisoned for many years, his body was still weak, and it would take at least a year to recover, so he simply calculated and let himself continue to be 'sick', and his condition became more and more serious.

In addition, as long as he is still 'sick', he will not pose much of a threat to anyone, and those who hide in the dark and want to harm him will also stop temporarily.

Lifting the quilt and getting up from the bed, Yan Wenhao walked to the soft collapse and sat down, then pointed to the position opposite him, and motioned for the young man to come and sit down, "Why are you here again?" ”

Xie Jingyu did not salute him, but lifted his robe and sat down naturally, and then picked up the teapot on the low table, poured a cup of tea for himself, and drank it all before he spoke: "Naturally, I came to see you." ”

Yan Wenhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, "I remember that you said the same thing yesterday." But in fact, he came to relax for a long time, ate his three plates of snacks, and drank half a pot of tea.

"That's right." Gently tapping his head with a folding fan, Xie Jingyu tilted his head and said with a smile: "However, I seem to say so every time I come over." ”

"Today is different." Lifted the teapot and filled the teacup for Xie Jingyu, took a new teacup, placed it in front of his eyes, and filled it up, after doing this, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes again, "You came today, you have a question to ask me." He was very adamant.

"Yes, I came back because I had a problem." Now that he has guessed it, Xie Jingyu shrugged indifferently and generously admitted it.

Yan Wenhao looked at him for a while, and slowly asked, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Xie Jingyu had already put away the laughing appearance just now, pursed his lips, and asked after a moment of silence: "In another hour, Mu Ziling will enter the palace to meet you, I came to ask you, why do you have to him?" "He only found out about it today.

Picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip of tea, and after a while, Yan Wenhao asked instead of answering: "Jing Yu, you actually have a day of caring about others." ”

Xie Jingyu stared at him intently, "You should know that he once saved my life." ”

Three years ago, he had just swept away a bandit with his own strength, and he was attacked while resting and drinking in a restaurant but was accidentally hit by a sword, injured in the waist and abdomen, if it wasn't for Mu Ziling to find him, and rescued him, took him home, and recruited a doctor to treat him, I am afraid that he would have died of excessive blood loss.

Yan Wenhao held the teacup in his hand for a moment, and after a while, he said: "I'm sick and need a man born when the sun is young." ”

"But, you obviously ......" couldn't help frowning, Xie Jingyu opened his mouth, but took back the words when he got to his mouth, "He is not the only one in the capital who has such a birthday, he is amazingly talented, once he enters this palace, he can't display his talent, it's a pity." ”

He and Mu Ziling once got along for half a month, during which they talked a lot, covering a wide range of topics, including court politics, the south and the north, martial arts, and even the way of governing the country...... He could hear that Mu Ziling was indeed talented, and if he could give him a piece of heaven and earth, he would definitely make a difference, or he might be able to become a generation of virtuous ministers.

"Jing Yu, you and I have known each other for nine years, I thought you knew me best," Yan Wenhao lowered his head, played with the wrench in his hand, and said in a faint voice: "You know, I am weak now, and I need Mu Jiyan to stand on my side, and he hurts Mu Ziling the most." ”

Therefore, he must pull Mu Ziling down and stand in the same boat as him, both with glory and loss, so that Mu Jiyan will not stand idly by with him.

"I know......" Xie Jingyu muttered in a low voice, and sighed with a wry smile.

After a moment of silence, when he looked up again, Xie Jingyu's expression had already recovered his previous laughter, he shook the folding fan, and sighed: "I'm just asking, why are you so strict." With that, he poured himself another cup of tea, then reached out and took a piece of pastry, and ate it, no longer talking about the topic he had just talked about.

******

After noon, Mu Ziling put away the books, called Ah Lin, who was standing outside the house, and told him to prepare his clothes, while he himself turned around and walked to the bath.

After bathing and changing clothes, Mu Ziling came to sit down in front of the bronze mirror, closed his eyes, and let the skilled maid tie up a green silk for him.

As soon as the hour came, Ah Lin trotted into the house, and the team ready to tell his son to take him into the palace had arrived.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Ziling opened his eyes, lowered his head and stood up, turned to look at Ah Lin, and asked, "But the people in the palace have arrived?" ”

Ah Lin nodded and replied in a low voice: "Yes, it has arrived, and a father-in-law and a team of forbidden guards have come." ”

Bowing slightly, Mu Ziling was silent for a while, and said, "In this way, you follow me into the palace." ”

Whether it is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Dream Butterfly Zhuang Zhou, from the moment he indifferently accepted the holy decree, he had no way out, once he entered the palace gate, even if the future was uncertain and the future was bleak, he could only insist on going.

I only hope that in this life again, his choice will not go wrong again.

Riding a carriage from the north gate into the palace, along the way, Mu Ziling leaned on the car, closed his eyes, and Ah Lin entered the palace for the first time, it was inevitable that his heart was full of curiosity, even though Mu Ziling had told him to be cautious in his words and deeds, but he was only a fifteen-year-old boy in the end, after entering the north gate, he still couldn't help but open the curtains and sleep, leaned over with one eye, and looked out.

The scenery inside the palace is naturally very different from the outside.

The high palace walls, the brick-red walls, the eunuchs and palace maids who walked by with their heads bowed from time to time, and the oncoming Praetorian Guards...... Ah Lin opened his mouth and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Mu Ziling called him in a flat tone: "Ah Lin." ”

It's just to open the curtains to take a look at the scenery of the palace, and it's not an excessive behavior, so Mu Ziling just called him, and then shook his head, changed his posture, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

Hurriedly put down the curtains, Ah Lin shrunk his shoulders, secretly glanced at his son-in-law's face, and saw that the son didn't say more, so he secretly stuck out his tongue, and then sat upright, his eyes fell on the wall of the car without blinking, as if he could see the scenery outside through this layer of fabric.

The car was quiet for a while.

About half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped, and the shrill voice of the eunuch who led the way outside sounded: "Young Master Mu, Lingyun Pavilion has arrived, you should get off." ”

Lifting the curtain, Ah Lin jumped down first, and then helped Mu Ziling get out of the car.

As soon as Mu Ziling got out of the car, a round-faced fat eunuch greeted him, and said respectfully but without flattery: "Mu Gongzi, His Royal Highness has just gotten up and is sitting in the pavilion at this time, please come with the servants." ”

At Yan Wenhao's age, he should have left the palace to build a mansion, but he had been ill for a long time, and the emperor was worried about his body, so he found a secluded place in the palace, gave him the name Lingyun Pavilion, and let him live in it.

This eunuch is Fu Quan, the head of Lingyun Pavilion, who used to be a slave of Zhuang Hou, and after Zhuang Hou died of illness, he was assigned to take care of Yan Wenhao.

Mu Ziling nodded at him and smiled slightly: "Father-in-law Lao is leading the way." ”

Follow the footsteps of Fuquan to the inside, through the arch, to the garden of a hundred flowers in full bloom, the pavilion is built on the lotus pond, at this time it is not yet the season of lotus blooming, but there are already a few lotus plants waiting for the arrival of the flowering period and can't wait to emerge, a few buds, facing the warm sunshine, the pavilion stands on the lotus pond.

Fu Quan stopped ten meters away from the pavilion and said, "Please wait here for a while, and then allow the slave to go and tell His Highness." ”

"It doesn't matter." Mu Ziling waved his hand, and then stood in place, waiting quietly.

Mu Ziling's gaze crossed the lotus pond and fell straight on the purple figure in the pavilion, the man had his back to him, it was close to May at this time, but he was still wearing a heavy winter coat, his back was slightly curved, and he coughed lightly from time to time, as if he was uncomfortably tight...... couldn't help frowning, why in this life, the second prince's condition seems to be more severe than in the previous life?