The painting that Mu Ziling gave to Yan Wenhao was quickly taken down by Fuquan and framed, and then hung in the study.

Before taking it to frame, Yan Wenhao stared at the painting for a long time, and then seemed to think of something, so he picked up the pen and inscribed four words on the painting - riding the wind and waves.

When he was inscribed, Mu Ziling stood next to him and watched.

When he saw these four words, Mu Ziling couldn't help but tilt his head and glanced at Yan Wenhao, his expression a little complicated.

He knew that with Yan Wenhao's intelligence, he could see through the meaning of the painting at a glance, but Yan Wenhao didn't mention it to him, so he naturally wouldn't ask more.

He thought, maybe Yan Wenhao is also waiting for the day when he can break this awkward and weird relationship with him.

After that day, it began to rain in the capital all the time, for more than ten days in a row, the ground was slippery, and the distance was foggy, and the whole city was like being immersed in a huge rain curtain.

On this day, the rain was still falling.

With the sound of rain dripping outside, in the main hall, Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling sat face to face, and on the low table between them, there was a white jade chessboard.

They're playing against each other again.

It seems to have become the best way for them to communicate with each other.

During this period of time, Yan Wenhao's body has recovered well, and his progress is very gratifying, he no longer needs to rest in bed every day, and his face looks a lot better, even if he sits like this for three or four hours, he will no longer be the same as before, coughing non-stop, and cold sweat will break out.

At the end of another game, the two of them were evenly matched, but Mu Ziling narrowly defeated a few chess pieces as usual.

After pouring himself a cup of tea and drinking it in one gulp, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes to look at Mu Ziling with a gentle smile in his eyes: "You have won again, be humble." ”

They played a total of three games of chess, and Mu Ziling won two games, although they were both narrow wins, but the one he won by himself was only a few chess pieces.

"It's just a fluke." Taking the chess pieces on the white jade chessboard back to the chess box one by one, Mu Ziling's attitude was very modest, but there was a very clear smile in his eyes.

Being caught by Mu Ziling, who was so confident and flamboyant, Yan Wenhao couldn't take his eyes off for a long time, he lowered his head, coughed lightly, and asked, "Do you want to play another game?" ”

Shaking his head, Mu Ziling looked at him and said with concern: "It's been too long today, Your Highness should rest." Although Yan Wenhao's body has improved a lot and no longer needs to rest in bed for a long time, occasional rest is still necessary, not to mention that playing chess requires full dedication, which is very laborious.

Yan Wenhao smiled when he heard this, and then nodded: "It's okay, then sit with me." ”

“…… Good. ”

Mu Ziling originally wanted to wait for Yan Wenhao to rest, and then go to the study to read quietly for a while, but now that he listened to him, he had to sit with him.

For a moment, the two were relatively speechless.

After a while, Yan Wenhao suddenly asked out loud: "Qian He hasn't been home for a long time, do you want to go back and have a look?" Originally, Mu Ziling got married and could return to the door in three days, but Yan Wenhao's health was not good and it was not suitable to walk out of the palace, so this return ceremony was naturally canceled.

"I thought."

Mu Ziling told the truth and did not hide his thoughts.

"Then let's go back." Turning his head to look at Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao looked gentle and smiled: "Now, my body has improved a lot, and it's time to officially go to see my father-in-law." ”

“……”

The word 'father-in-law' made Mu Ziling's ears red, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

And this embarrassment, Yan Wenhao didn't seem to notice it at all, just stared at Mu Ziling with gentle eyes, waiting for his answer.

"I ......"

Pursing his lips, Mu Ziling hesitated for a long time, he remembered Yan Wenhao's physical condition, and finally shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Your Highness's body has just improved, and it's raining outside, so forget it." ”

"You......" Yan Wenhao smiled dotingly, he held Mu Ziling's hand, and his tone was gentle: "Humility doesn't need to always take care of my body like this, I told you before, I know how my state is, if it is uncomfortable, I will not propose this proposal." ”

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, Qianhe really wants to go back, doesn't he? ”

When Yan Wenhao spoke, his eyes stared at Mu Ziling without blinking, and his eyes showed tenderness that he might not even have noticed.

Listening to this gentle and pleasant voice, Mu Ziling was in a trance, and then nodded unconsciously, and when he reacted, he was met by a pair of smiling eyes.

"......" cheeks flushed, and Mu Ziling looked away in a hurry, not daring to look at him again.

Seeing the expression of the young man in front of him, Yan Wenhao couldn't help but hook his lips, and the smile on his face expanded a lot.

When the princess returned to the door, it should have been a beautiful scenery and a lively return, but Mu Ziling was a man, and Yan Wenhao was quiet, so they just took a comfortable carriage, took Fuquan and Duoduo, two eunuchs, and a few guards, and set off directly.

On the east side of the palace, there is a mansion, where some princes and ministers live, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is also among them, but compared with the gate of the mansion of other first-class courtiers, the Mu Mansion here is a lot more elegant and simple.

Yan Wenhao was not temporary, he had already planned to take Mu Ziling back to the door, so after this morning, Fuquan sent someone to inform Mu Jiyan, this time, Mu Jiyan had already led everyone and stood outside the gate in advance to wait.

Although Xu Ziqi is still in the process of being grounded, it is an important matter for the second prince to return to the door with the princess, she is Mu Jiyan's successor, and she should also be present.

Xu Ziqi hadn't seen Mu Jiyan for more than a month, and now that he saw him, he wanted to make a little bitter trick and say a few soft words to him, so that his punishment of being grounded for three months could be canceled.

It's just that she just opened her mouth, and before she could speak, a carriage slowly stopped in front of the door.

As the carriage stopped and the curtain was lifted, Yan Wenhao grabbed Mu Ziling, who was about to go down, smiled at him, shook his head again, and then got up and passed him, getting out of the car one step ahead of him.

After getting out of the car, Yan Wenhao stood in place, he raised his head and stretched out a hand towards Mu Ziling, who was still in the carriage, and said in a gentle tone: "Be modest, give me your hand." ”

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, Mu Ziling was a little stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he smiled gratefully and slowly put his hand on it.

Yan Wenhao winked at him, and then borrowed some strength to lead him out of the carriage.

Seeing Yan Wenhao's thoughtfulness towards Mu Ziling, although Mu Jiyan had no expression on his face as always, his eyes had a little relieved smile, he took a step forward and led everyone to salute.

According to the etiquette, Yan Wenhao is the prince, even if Mu Jiyan is Mu Ziling's father, when he sees him, he has to salute.

Personally supporting Mu Jiyan, Yan Wenhao said to him: "Master Mu doesn't have to salute me, you are a humble father, and naturally your elder." ”

"Wechen doesn't dare." Taking a step back, Mu Jiyan made a deep gesture to Yan Wenhao.

Yan Wenhao only exempted Mu Jiyan from the ceremony, but did not exempt the other people, so Xu Ziqi could only grit his teeth, obediently led everyone to kneel, and saluted.

Ignoring them, Yan Wenhao was still talking to Mu Jiyan, and when they finished speaking, he turned around and took Mu Ziling's hand again, smiling very gently.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ziqi's heart turned over with monstrous resentment, his eyes were on fire, and the embroidered handkerchief was deformed by her.