After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Wu called out tremblingly and dared not say another word, waiting quietly for the death sentence from the superior.

The man hid in the shadows, and the tea dripped along the edge of the table, making a "plop" sound, which seemed particularly loud in the silent dark room.

"Go and make the water in the south more muddy. It would be best if the sick seedlings died in the south of the Huai River."

The man made another cup of tea and gave instructions in a calm voice.

"Yes, thank you, Master." Wu kowtowed and trembled in response. He thought about the news from his subordinates and asked carefully, "Master, the young master is still in that person's hands. Do you want me to send someone to rescue him?"

"No, the King of Huainan doesn't have the power to kill him."

"Owner……"

He had too many questions and was hesitant in his words. The man ran out of patience and looked at him coldly: "If you have anything else, tell me."

Wu Yi swallowed and said in a dry voice: "Master, the King of Huainan doesn't seem to be sick--"

"boom--"

The white jade cup lid shattered into pieces and exploded in front of Wu Yi, followed by the man's furious voice: "What did you say? How could he not be sick?"

"Master, calm down." Wu knelt on the ground and said, "The people below said that someone saw King Huainan having a meal during the days when he was being hunted. However, all the witnesses have been killed by King Huainan now."

The man's anger subsided in an instant, and his voice was calm but with a hint of madness: "Go to Nanzhou in person and bring the medicine to me. If this news is true, you know what to do."

"Yes, Master."

Wu bowed and retreated, then rode south without stopping.

……

In the south, it is already dawn.

Wei Yanshi rushed to Nanning Town with a few Moyi guards.

Inside the inn, Wei Lin was earnestly persuading his master to eat: "Master, it's time to eat, stop playing with that little red Cuju."

God knows, as soon as his master arrived at the inn, he couldn't wait to take out the "Red Cuju" that was stored in the bedroom, and kept holding it in his palm to look at it.

Wei Lin has seen this kind of obsession several times but still can't get used to it.

Prime Minister Xie often warned his family not to indulge in material things.

His master actually took Prime Minister Xie's words to heart, as he had never liked anything since childhood and couldn't let it go.

This is the first time.

"This is called a red apple," Wei Yanshi tossed the object in his hand lightly, then raised his palm to catch it in mid-air, holding its small stem to hold it in his arms, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "I've told you so many times, why haven't you remembered it yet, Wei Lin."

Wei Lin usually had a face without any emotion, but he would break it only when his master was around: "Master, you have almost cooked this food, why don't you just eat it."

Wei Yanshi glanced at him and said, "I don't want to eat."

"..." Wei Lin took a breath: "Then drink this bowl of porridge."

He gently pushed the porridge to the table. Wei Yanshi looked at the watery porridge on the table and lost his appetite.

He wanted to drink pickled vegetable porridge and sweet porridge with red dates.

He asked Wei Lin if he had any.

Wei Lin took a deep breath and handed the porridge to him: "Master, this is all we have in the inn. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"..."

Wei Yanshi didn't want to suffer this injustice.

He led the Moyiwei on a run for several days and nights, and his spleen and stomach, which were already not feeling well, became even more uncomfortable.

Considering that his master was finally willing to eat after several months, Wei Lin turned around and went to find the innkeeper and asked him to make another portion of porridge.

After a cup of tea, Wei Yanshi finally had the pickled vegetable porridge he had been craving for. He swallowed the first mouthful, the second mouthful he swallowed with a frown, the third mouthful he swallowed with his nose held, the fourth mouthful, the fifth mouthful... he couldn't swallow any more.

The stomach that had been pampered by Gu Qinghe finally began to pick and choose in his spare time. He pushed the bowl away and said to Wei Lin who had already finished eating: "It doesn't taste like that."

Wei Lin didn't know whether he should be glad that his master no longer had anorexia, or feel sorry for himself for having to serve a master who had become picky about food.

He remembered that a year ago his master was still very easy to feed and ate whatever was available.

Seeing that he hadn't eaten anything in the past few months and was extremely thin, Wei Lin put the bowl aside and asked in a low voice: "Master, what do you want to eat? I'll borrow a stove to make it for you."

Wei Yanshi recalled the time when he was a cook in the military camp with the Moyi Guards and Wei Lin's cooking skills were so terrible that everyone hated them. He looked at Wei Lin very seriously and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Can you cook now?"

Wei Lin: "..."

Sometimes, caring too much about your master will increase your self-confidence.

He shook his head honestly: "No, my master has wronged me to follow you. Next time, I will take turns with Wei Wu."

Wei Yanshi thought about how he placed Wei Wu, the best cook in the entire Moyi Guard, next to Gu Qinghe, and fell silent for a moment.

Bone, who was recuperating in the room, smelled the scent and ran down, rushed into his arms, and barked at him in a baby voice.

Wei Yanshi stroked his gray-haired head and suddenly remembered something: "Didn't Wei Wu say before that Miss Gu was looking for this little wolf cub?"

Wei Lin glanced at the wolf barking like a dog and replied silently, "Yes, Master."

"Let's go!" Wei Yanshi avoided the wound on his left hand, picked up the bone and said, "I'll take you home."

Wei Lin resigned himself to following his spontaneous master: "Master, are you going to Chui Liu Village?"

"I'll take you there to broaden your horizons!" Wei Yanshi snorted and laughed, his tone inexplicably cheerful: "When you taste Miss Gu's porridge, you'll know what it means to be the only one in the world."

The young man in front of him had flying eyebrows and a smile on his profile. He was dressed in a dark green robe that fluttered in the wind. The slightly drooping sleeves were held in the claws of a little wolf cub. He looked exactly like the young boy who rode past Yandu a few years ago.

He really doesn't remember what happened half a year ago.

It’s okay if you don’t remember.

In this way, that spring day when everything withers will only exist in the spring of the sixth year of Chengning, and not in the heart of the young Prince Yandu.

"Hmm?" Without waiting for his answer, Wei Yanshi turned back in surprise, "Why are you looking at me?"

Wei Lin's icy face showed a sporadic smile: "Master, you should always remember this moment."

Wei Yanshi waved his right hand and said nonchalantly: "I know I forgot things. It doesn't matter if I am anorexic or picky about food, as long as I remember myself, it's fine."

But when you remember yourself, you always want someone to remember you.

Not us, but them.

Wei Lin suppressed the sadness in his eyes, pretended to be relaxed and changed the subject: "Master, do you want to drink porridge today, or do you want to see Miss Gu?"

It was just an ordinary day, and Wei Lin usually treated the boy, who was four or five years younger than him, as a relative.

The Hundred Black-Clothed Guards had been living with him like this since childhood.

In the military camp, when performing tasks, they are superiors and subordinates, and they only obey his orders.

On ordinary days, they are relatives, relatives without blood ties, relatives who can be called brothers.

Wei Yanshi has been sensitive to the emotions of people around him since he was a child, so how could he not know the heavy thoughts behind his teasing words.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Chui Liu Village, and said with a smile: "Miss Gu——"