After they finished breakfast, Fuquan led Imperial Doctor Pei to stand outside the pavilion and ask for a meeting.

"Your Highness, Imperial Doctor Pei has arrived."

At this time, in the pavilion, the dishes on the white jade table had already been cleaned up, and a pot of tea, two teacups, and a few small snacks were placed on it, in addition to these, there was a chessboard and two chess boxes.

And Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling are concentrating on playing chess.

Hearing Fuquan's words, Yan Wenhao put down the sunspot he was holding, nodded and said, "Come in." ”

Imperial Physician Pei walked into the pavilion according to his words, and then walked towards Yan Wenhao while rummaging through the medicine box, "Your Highness, please ......" As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted before he finished speaking: "I'm fine, you go and see the gentle hand." ”

Imperial Doctor Pei was a little stunned, but he didn't show anything on his face, he answered, and then changed his angle when he landed, and he arrived in front of Mu Ziling in a few steps.

"Princess, please stretch out your hand and let Weichen take a look."

"My hands are fine, you can go."

Mu Ziling shook his head and refused, he pursed his lips, and did not stretch out his hand as he said, but completely tucked his left hand into his sleeve, and the finger prints in his palm were still a little painful, he didn't want people to see it, especially the imperial doctor.

He could recognize that the Pei Imperial Doctor in front of him was also among those imperial doctors just now.

Imperial Doctor Pei frowned, he turned his head to look at Yan Wenhao, and saw that Yan Wenhao didn't have much expression on his face, so he hesitated for a while and spoke again: "Please stretch out your hand." ”

Mu Ziling was still silent, he sat in one position, and the left hand in his sleeve slowly tightened again...... The pain that intensified in an instant made him frown.

Noticing his expression, Yan Wenhao frowned and said, "That's it, Imperial Doctor Pei, go down." After speaking, he whispered to Fuquan a few more times.

After Fuquan and Imperial Physician Pei left the pavilion, Yan Wenhao stood up, he slowly walked to Mu Ziling's side, squatted down on Mu Ziling's side, and then held Mu Ziling's left hand before he could react.

"Your Highness, ...... you" looked at him in surprise, and Mu Ziling tried hard to withdraw his hand.

"Humility, don't move." Holding his hand tighter, Yan Wenhao raised his head and looked at him, with concern in his eyes: "Let me see, okay?" ”

“……”

Looking at Shangyan Wenhao's gaze, seeing the worry of whether it was adulterated or not, Mu Ziling pursed his lips and was silent for a long time, and then simply turned his head away, but his hand stopped moving - he compromised.

Looking at the awkward reaction of the young man in front of him, a smile flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes, and after that, he didn't say anything more, turned his head down, and carefully broke his clenched fist, revealing the flesh and blood in his palm.

Seeing that the originally white palm would have been covered with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred, Yan Wenhao couldn't help frowning.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Mu Ziling had already turned his face back, and at this time he was lowering his eyes, looking at Yan Wenhao with a somewhat complicated look.

When they met for the first time after being reborn, he knew that his perception of Yan Wenhao was biased, but except for the time when Yan Wenhao forced him to eat almond crisp, they got along at other times, and he felt that Yan Wenhao was not much different from the second prince in his memory.

He found that he really couldn't understand Yan Wenhao.

At the same time, he also instinctively sensed that the path he chose might be very bumpy and difficult.

"How can it not hurt."

Yan Wenhao straightened his face and refuted him loudly, and then took out a white towel from his arms and gently wiped the blood on his palm.

Staring at the top of Yan Wenhao's head for a while, feeling the other party's caution when touching his palm, Mu Ziling's eyes slowly softened, and the shame in his heart gradually faded little by little.

He actually knew that no matter what, the incident just now had nothing to do with Yan Wenhao, and Yan Wenhao's care for him at this moment was also sincere.

Although he has been immersed in reading since he was a child and is not interested in anything else, he also understands that this palace seems to be magnificent and is the desire of many people, but it is also the most terrifying place...... Family affection, brotherhood.

He guessed that today's events might be driven by which forces were behind the scenes, and as for their purposes, he couldn't guess.

However, it is nothing more than the word power.

At this moment, a shrill voice sounded in his ears, Mu Ziling suddenly came back to his senses, he turned his head, and Fuquan's chubby face appeared in front of him, and then remembered his posture with Yan Wenhao, his face changed, and he was busy withdrawing his hand.

Grabbing his hand hard, Yan Wenhao's tone was a little stern: "Be humble and don't move, if you move again, it will bleed." After saying that, he lowered his head again, his expression was stern, and he wiped it carefully.

"Fuquan, did I bring the ointment you brought?"

"The minions have brought."

Looking at the scene in front of him, a trace of astonishment flashed in Fuquan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, he bowed, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Highness, let the servants deal with it." ”

"No, you go get a basin of water." After the order, Yan Wenhao didn't raise his head, still concentrating on wiping the blood stains on Mu Ziling's palm.

Fuquan glanced at Mu Ziling carefully, his mind turned back and forth, and after figuring it out, he secretly told himself in his heart, this princess, must be served well.

personally went to fetch a basin of water, Fuquan put the water beside Yan Wenhao, and then took a few steps back and stood quietly aside.

Throwing the blood-stained towel aside, Yan Wenhao asked for a new towel from Fuquan, soaked it in water, wrung it out, and carefully pasted it on Mu Ziling's palm again, scrubbing the blood stains that had dried up.

After about half a cup of tea, all the blood stains were wiped away, revealing the already white palm, Yan Wenhao looked at the nail marks on his head that were deeply sunk into the flesh, and the folds between his eyebrows were deeper.

"Gentle, I'll give you medicine, this medicine is very effective, it won't hurt, and it won't leave any scars." His voice is soft and very gentle.

Hearing this, Mu Ziling showed an extremely faint smile towards Yan Wenhao.

Yan Wenhao took a round box from Fu Quan's hand, the shape of the box was very simple and plain, he unscrewed the lid, stretched out his index finger and buckled a piece of milk-white ointment, lowered his eyes, and carefully and evenly rubbed it on the wound.

The ointment was applied to his palm, and Mu Ziling only felt that the wound was cold, and the pain was reduced little by little, which was very comfortable.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"If you want to thank me, can you humbly call me Wen Hao?" Yan Wenhao raised his head, looked at Mu Ziling and said with a smile.

“…… That's not right. ”

Civilian couples still don't call each other by name, not to mention that Yan Wenhao is the prince, and his identity is already shorter than Yan Wenhao, and there are many people in the palace, how can he casually exceed the rules and cause criticism for no reason.

"Ah ......" seemed to be a little disappointed, Yan Wenhao glanced at Mu Ziling with some grievances, and after sighing heavily, he stopped talking and continued to help him apply the ointment.

It's just that when he lowered his head and covered his expression with his excessively long forehead hair, there was a smile on his face - he was actually satisfied with Mu Ziling's answer.

What he said was originally a temptation, and he didn't want Mu Ziling to really call him that...... Of course, it's possible to do so privately.

Tsai carefully smeared the wound on Mu Ziling's palm, and wrapped gauze for him, after doing this, Yan Wenhao raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then stood up with the corner of the table.

It's just that he has probably been squatting for a long time, and his already bad face is now a little paler, and his body is a little shaky.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to support Yan Wenhao's arm, "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine, I'm just squatting for a long time, just take a little rest." Gently patting Mu Ziling's arm, Yan Wenhao comforted him with a smile.

“…… Then I'll help you go back to rest. ”

Helping Yan Wenhao back to the hall, Mu Ziling thought about it silently, and personally took off his coat for him, and then untied his crown, and then let him lie on the bed.

Grabbing Mu Ziling's hand, Yan Wenhao lay on the bed, blinked, and said: "If you are bored, let Fuquan take you for a walk in the palace, at this time, the flowers in the imperial garden are blooming beautifully, originally I wanted to take you there personally, but now I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Mu Ziling shook his head: "Imperial Garden, wait for you to get better, take me there, for now, I'll just read the book." ”

"It's okay, that's ...... blessing"

Before he finished his words, he saw Fuquan hurriedly running in to report: "Your Highness, Your Majesty and Concubine De are here—"