Mu Ziling was placed in the side hall, separated from the main hall where Yan Wenhao lived, only one wall.

At this time, inside the side hall.

Mu Ziling was still in a coma and did not wake up.

This time, the allergy symptoms were particularly severe, he launched a high fever, his cheeks burned red, the whole person was confused, the person was obviously fresh, but the eyelids were very heavy and heavy, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Looking at such a son, Ah Lin was in a hurry, his eyes were red, and he could only keep soaking a wet towel in cold water to cool him down.

The old imperial doctor hurried over with a medicine box, his beard was blown messy, he thought that Yan Wenhao was sick again, and he was about to run into the main hall as soon as he came.

"My lord, it's not His Highness who is sick, it's Mu Gongzi." Fuquan stood at the door, and when he saw that he had no head and no brains to rush in, he stopped him and explained loudly.

When the old imperial doctor heard that it was not Yan Wenhao who had an accident again, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, he stopped, raised his hand to straighten his beard, and squinted at Fuquan: "Mu Gongzi? ”

Fuquan led the old imperial doctor to the side hall and replied to him: "It is the son-in-law of Lord Mu, Prime Minister Zuo, and today I was ordered to enter the palace to meet His Highness." ”

Yesterday, the emperor's holy decree, in just half a day, its content has been spread all over the capital, the old imperial doctor naturally knew about it, so he didn't ask more.

Walking into the side hall and seeing Yan Wenhao actually sitting on the top seat and not leaving, the old imperial doctor was shocked, and hurriedly bowed down to give Yan Wenhao a salute.

"No courtesy," Yan Wenhao waved his hand, and there was an unconcealable tiredness in his tone: "Imperial Doctor Pei, go and treat Qianhe." "He's been so exhausted today that he's tired now.

Hearing this, the old imperial doctor didn't dare to delay more, walked over the screen quickly, walked to the bed, took out a soft cushion from the medicine box he carried, placed it under Mu Ziling's wrist, and put the three fingers of the index finger, middle finger and ring finger on Mu Ziling's wrist, closed his eyes, and began to check the pulse......

"How's the humble body doing?"

Yan Wenhao walked in slowly with Fuquan's support, he looked at Mu Ziling who was lying quietly on the bed, and a trace of apology flashed in his eyes.

The old imperial doctor opened his eyes, withdrew his hand, and replied respectfully: "Back to Your Highness, Mu Gongzi is only allergic symptoms, plus he has been poisoned before, and his body has not fully recovered, so he will have a high fever and fall unconscious, he only needs to rest for a period of time, and he will be cured after drinking for a few days." ”

Ah Lin put Mu Ziling's hand into the quilt, and collected the corners of the quilt for him, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but interject: "My son-in-law has been allergic to almonds since he was a child. ”

After speaking, Ah Lin puffed out his cheeks, and his face was full of doubts, how did the son eat the almond crisp?

"Humility has been poisoned?" Yan Wenhao asked, looking at Ah Lin with doubts in his eyes.

For Yan Wenhao, Ah Lin didn't like it, but after listening to his question, he puffed out his cheeks and replied angrily: "Half a month ago, there was a traitor in the house who tried to poison the son, but fortunately, the son had a big life and escaped death. ”

After speaking, he looked at the second prince standing in front of him at this time, and snorted very slightly.

Yan Wenhao didn't miss this soft snort, he glanced at Ah Lin silently, his eyes were a little cold, and he didn't say anything.

Fuquan saw it on the side, and couldn't help touching his round belly, and sweated for Ah Lin, who didn't know the height of the sky.

Fortunately, Yan Wenhao didn't really care, he retracted his gaze, motioned to the palace maid on the side to offer pen and ink, and said to the old imperial doctor: "Write a prescription." With that, he raised a hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, his expression became more and more tired, and his face turned a little paler.

"Yes." The old imperial doctor bowed and wrote down a prescription.

After a simple glance at the prescription, Yan Wenhao handed over the prescription to Fuquan. Fuquan took it and hurriedly recruited a little eunuch and asked him to follow the old imperial doctor to get the medicine.

After the old imperial doctor retreated, Yan Wenhao did not leave, but sat in place, supporting his forehead with one hand, and sat for another stick of incense.

Seeing that Yan Wenhao still didn't mean to get up, Fuquan's chubby face wrinkled, he took a step forward and said respectfully: "Your Highness, you should go back and rest." ”

His Royal Highness has been up for too long today, and he has spent a lot of energy playing chess just now, and if he doesn't go back to rest at this time, I'm afraid that his condition, which has been a little improving, should be aggravated again.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Wenhao changed his sitting posture and said in a light tone: "I'll sit for a while longer and see if Qianhe can wake up." ”

"Yes."

Sneaking a glance at his master's expression, Fuquan didn't dare to say more, and after responding respectfully, he retreated back to the same place.

Fuquan just stood close, in fact, he could hear the conversation between Yan Wenhao and Mu Ziling, at first he didn't understand why His Royal Highness obviously hated almond crisp the most, but he deliberately said that he liked it the most, and forced Mu Ziling to eat it in words...... Now it seems that His Highness clearly did it on purpose.

As for the reason why His Highness did this, he is a small minion, he only needs to do his duty to do the work of the minion, and he doesn't need to know too much about the rest.

******

When Mu Ziling came to his senses, it was already three o'clock, and his fever had subsided a little, but his head was still very painful, and he didn't have much strength, he sat up with his arms propped up, he turned his head, looked at this strange room carefully, and then couldn't help frowning.

He's still in the palace!

Looking around, but not seeing a familiar figure, Mu Ziling opened his mouth and shouted, "Ah Lin? His voice was weak and hoarse.

"He's gone to make the medicine for you." A gentle voice sounded, Mu Ziling turned his head in surprise, and saw Yan Wenhao slowly walking in from behind the screen.

He hadn't even noticed anyone behind the screen.

"Your Highness?!" Seeing someone coming, Mu Ziling wanted to lift the quilt and get up from the bed to salute.

"It's good to lie down modestly, but if you're still sick, you don't have to get up and salute." Yan Wenhao waved his hand and smiled at him, then walked up to him and put his hand on his forehead again: "It's still hot, continue to rest." ”

Feeling the temperature on his forehead and palm, Mu Ziling was a little embarrassed, and his body couldn't help but stiffen, and after reacting, he tilted his head back and separated himself from that hand.

"Your Highness Xie cares, I'm much better." Lowering his eyes, Mu Ziling paused for a while, and then said slowly: "It's too late at this time, it's time for me to go home." ”

Yan Wenhao pressed Mu Ziling's shoulder to stop him from getting up, "I have already sent someone to inform Master Mu, Qianhe will stay in peace tonight." ”

After that, without waiting for Mu Ziling to react, Yan Wenhao said again: "Can you drink some water if you are gentle?" ”

Nodding instinctively, and when he came back to his senses, he realized what he had done, Mu Ziling just wanted to say no, but found that a white hand with a glass of water had been handed to him.

"Your Highness?" Mu Ziling raised his head.

"Drink it, you will inevitably feel dry when you wake up with a high fever, and it will be better to drink some water." Yan Wenhao looked down at him, with a little tenderness in his eyes.

Although he deliberately lured Mu Ziling to eat almond crisp because of temptation, in fact, he didn't hate Mu Ziling, and even admired him very much...... It's a pity that this is not the case, if he wants to live and take revenge, he must stand on the supreme position, and Mu Ziling must stand by his side.

As a princess.

- He needs Mu Jiyan to help him.

But in any case, his concern and thoughtfulness at this moment are sincere.

"Your Highness."

Taking the water cup from Yan Wenhao's hand, Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, and a trace of warmth crossed his heart, except for his father, this was the first time he felt sincere care from others...... Although, it's a little awkward.

Smiling slightly, Yan Wenhao looked at him, his expression focused and gentle: "Humility doesn't need to be too polite to me, in a month, we will be husband and wife, you are my princess, I care for you, it is right." ”

“……”

Hearing these words, Mu Ziling's expression froze, and between his eyebrows, he was embarrassed.