One hand gently pressed the corner of his eyebrows, and with the other hand, he poured himself a cup of hot tea, and after drinking it in one gulp, Mu Ziling felt more comfortable.

Without the intention of doing anything more, Mu Ziling frowned tightly, lowered his eyes, and silently calculated the time in his heart, and found that he still needed to stay here for at least half an hour.

He didn't know if he could hold out for so long.

The frequent movements made Yan Wenhao put down the book in his hand, and then raised his head to look at Mu Ziling, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Jiu Wenqian and Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are proficient, and among them, he has the highest attainments in qin and chess skills. ”

"Naturally." Enduring the physical discomfort, Mu Ziling barely cheered up and responded politely.

Yan Wenhao didn't see Mu Ziling's physical discomfort, he investigated and knew that Mu Ziling would have allergic symptoms after eating too much, and he only tasted a small bite just now...... He didn't know that Mu Ziling had been poisoned before.

Calling the two little eunuchs, Yan Wenhao instructed them to go to the back room to get the white jade chessboard, and then asked several palace maids to remove the dim sum from the low table, leaving only the teapot, teacup and a plate of pastries that Mu Ziling had tasted a few times just now.

After listening to the order, the eunuch and palace maid began to get busy in an orderly manner, but in a moment, the white jade chessboard was placed on the low table, Yan Wenhao had a box of white seeds in front of him, and in front of Mu Ziling, there was a box of black seeds.

Yan Wenhao poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and then stretched out his hand with a smile and gestured towards Mu Ziling.

"Please."

Holding a sunspot in his hand, Mu Ziling glanced at the white jade chessboard and dropped the first move without hesitation.

Yan Wenhao smiled slightly, holding the white child in his hand, and followed closely.

Time passed slowly, but the speed at which they fell became slower and slower.

At first, Yan Wenhao looked lazy, not serious, playing with a chess piece in his hand, playing a little casually, but as the sunspot pressed step by step, Baizi had no way to retreat, and he was about to lose, so he became serious, and the lazy expression on his face was all reined in.

At this time, there is not much white left on the chessboard.

Once again, it was Bai Zi's turn to fall into chess, Yan Wenhao was engrossed in looking at the chess game on the low table, his mind kept deducing the best position for falling chess, and after the time of a cup of tea, he couldn't help frowning.

After about half a cup of tea, the folds between Yan Wenhao's eyebrows finally loosened, and he dropped the white zi in his hand on the chessboard, and then looked up at Mu Ziling, hooked the corners of his lips, smiled confidently, and his eyes flashed with the excitement of meeting his opponent.

"Humility, it's your turn."

Glancing at the chess game that had changed at this time, Mu Ziling's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart - courage, good ideas!

Yan Wenhao's move, although it is a new way and a dangerous move, is a good move, so that no matter where his black son falls, he will lose the opportunity and cannot press the white son again.

"Your Highness's move is indeed a good move." After hesitating repeatedly, Mu Ziling still praised him.

Hearing this, Yan Wenhao chuckled lightly and said, "This is a risky move, I almost lost." His attitude was down-to-earth and generous, and his face was full of smiles.

Pointing to the chessboard, Mu Ziling shook his head and said, "Your Highness is modest, your move has already turned the tide, and I may not be sure that I can win." After saying that, he stopped speaking, picked up a white piece from the chess box, looked at the chessboard on the table, and deduced it in his mind again.

Thinking carefully, carefully considering, and in a state of high concentration, Mu Ziling even ignored his physical discomfort and only focused on the chess game in front of him.

-- The feeling of meeting his opponent in chess made him very excited.

In the next incense stick, Mu Ziling and Yan Wenhao played three or four chess pieces one after another, but each time they were not up or down, and they were between each other.

As a result, the game returned to a head-to-head situation - the two of them had the same number of pieces, and the way back and forth were about the same.

Therefore, it is not easy to distinguish the winner of the game in a short period of time.

The two of them went back and forth on this small chessboard, not letting each other, fighting happily, so deadlocked, half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the hour stipulated in the holy decree to enter the palace had arrived, and Mu Ziling should go out of the palace and go back.

As soon as the hour arrived, a little eunuch stepped forward to remind him, Fu Quan looked at the two people who were playing chess without distractions, stepped forward with small steps, and whispered: "Your Highness, it's been a moment, it's time for Mu Gongzi to leave the palace." ”

A trace of displeasure flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes, and the white chess pieces spun around in his hand, and were thrown back into the chess box: "That's the case, this game of chess will be played again tomorrow, is it okay to humble you?" ”

Mu Ziling nodded, with unfinished interest in his eyes: "This is nature." ”

This game of chess made them feel a little sympathetic to each other.

Stroking the folds on the hem of his clothes, Mu Ziling was about to get up and leave, but suddenly his head cracked, and the scenery in his eyes was also distorted.

Because his mind was focused on that square inch of chessboard just now, Mu Ziling had no time to take care of himself, so the discomfort caused by the almond crisp was completely ignored. At this time, the chessboard was closed, and his whole body relaxed, so the discomfort caused by the almond crisp seemed to have multiplied several times, and it poured towards him like a sea of mountains.

After staring at Mu Ziling for a while, Yan Wenhao slowly asked, "Is Qianhe unwell?" He noticed that Mu Ziling's face was getting more and more ugly.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." Mu Ziling's voice was soft and extremely weak.

Guessing that it was the onset of allergy symptoms, Yan Wenhao frowned and pursed his lips, he got up straight from the soft couch, and then walked in front of Mu Ziling, bent down slightly, and put his hand on Mu Ziling's forehead.

After just sticking it for a while, Yan Wenhao took his hand back, he stood up straight, looked down, looked at Mu Ziling, and said bluntly: "It's a little hot, Qian He You are sick." ”

His tone was very flat, just a fact.

"I ......"

Raising his face, Mu Ziling looked at Yan Wenhao, his expression was a little dazed, he just opened his mouth, he only had time to say a word, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't remember anything.

- He fainted.

Seeing Mu Ziling's body swaying, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he was about to be carried to the ground, Yan Wenhao didn't have time to think about it, so he had already stretched out his hand and steadily hugged the other party into his arms.

“……”

Feeling the extra weight in his arms, Yan Wenhao lowered his head a little helplessly, and when he saw Mu Ziling who was unconscious in his arms at this time, his expression rarely showed a trace of stunned.

Ah Lin almost rushed up before, although he was stopped by Fuquan in time and dragged him out of the hall, but in the following time, he was also worried about it, for fear that something would happen to his son-in-law, and finally survived until an hour passed, and he was able to take his son-in-law back to the house, but he saw his son-in-law faint.

"Childe!"

Unable to continue to stay calm, Ah Lin's eyes widened, and he rushed forward in a few steps, and even forgot the identity of Yan Wenhao's prince, so he reached out to take Mu Ziling out of Yan Wenhao's arms, and his round face was full of anxiety.

Of course, before Ah Lin's hand touched the corner of Mu Ziling's clothes, he was first held down by several eunuchs, and he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to reach it, staring at Yan Wenhao with a pair of eyes.

Fuquan was startled, and ran over with a big belly in his hand, he cautiously looked at Yan Wenhao's face, and said tremblingly: "Your Highness, let the slave hug Mu Gongzi." ”

He watched Yan Wenhao grow up, and naturally knew that he, the master, hated people touching him the most.

Holding the warm body in his arms, and smelling a faint medicinal fragrance on the tip of his nose, Yan Wenhao not only did not let go but hugged him tighter when he heard this, he tilted his head and raised his chin at Fuquan, "You go to Xuan Imperial Doctor, and then send someone to inform Master Mu, and stay in Lingxiao Pavilion tonight." ”