The prince is hard to serve

Gently pressing the corner of his eyebrows with one hand, he poured himself a cup of hot tea with the other hand, and after drinking it in one gulp, Mu Ziling felt better.

Not in the mood to do anything else, Mu Ziling frowned tightly, lowered his eyes, silently calculated the time in his heart, and found that he still needs to stay here for at least half an hour.

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

The frequent movements made Yan Wenhao put down the book in his hand, then raised his head to look at Mu Ziling, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Jiu Wenqian is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, among which is the art of piano. He has the highest attainment in chess, there is no piano here, so let's play chess, would Qian He play a game of chess with me?"

"Of course I would." Enduring the discomfort in his body, Mu Ziling pulled himself together and responded politely.

Yan Wenhao didn't notice Mu Ziling's physical discomfort. He investigated and found out that Mu Ziling had allergic symptoms due to eating too much, but he only took a small sip just now... He didn't know that Mu Ziling had been hit by it before. poison.

Called two young eunuchs, Yan Wenhao told them to go to the back room to get the white jade chessboard, and then asked several maids to remove the snacks on the low table, leaving only the teapot, teacups and Mu Ziling who had tasted a few times just now plate of pastries.

After listening to the order, the eunuchs and maids began to get busy in an orderly manner, but after a while, the white jade chessboard was placed on the low table, a box of white pieces was placed in front of Yan Wenhao, and a box of black pieces was placed in front of Mu Ziling.

Yan Wenhao poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in small sips, then stretched out his hand with a smile, and gestured to Mu Ziling.

"Please."

Picking up a sunspot in Su's hand, Mu Ziling glanced at the white jade chessboard, and made the first move without hesitation.

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

Time passed slowly, but the speed of their moves became slower and slower.

At first, Yan Wenhao looked lazy and didn't take it seriously. He was playing with a chess piece in his hand, and he played it a little casually, but as the black pieces pressed on step by step, the white pieces had no way to retreat, and he was about to be defeated, so he just became serious. , the lazy expression on his face also converged as much as possible.

At this time, there are not many white pieces left on the chessboard.

Once again it was Bai's turn to play chess, Yan Wenhao concentrated on watching the chess game on the low table, his mind kept deducing the best position for the chess, and he couldn't help frowning after a cup of tea time passed.

About half a cup of tea later, the creases between Yan Wenhao's brows finally loosened. He dropped the white piece in his hand on the chessboard, then raised his head to look at Mu Ziling, raised the corners of his lips, smiled confidently, and his eyes sparkled. The excitement of meeting your opponent shines.

"Humble, it's your turn."

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

Yan Wenhao's move was a good one, even though he found a new way and made a risky move. In this way, no matter where his black pieces landed, he would lose the opportunity to press the white pieces again. .

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

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

Pointing to the chessboard, Mu Ziling shook his head and said, "Your Highness, you are being modest. This move of yours has already turned the world around. I may not be sure that I will win." A white piece, staring at the chessboard on the table, deduced it in his mind again.

Seriously thinking, deliberating, 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 an opponent made him very excited.

During the next incense stick, Mu Ziling and Yan Wenhao placed three or four chess pieces in succession, but each time they were evenly matched, and they were on equal footing with each other.

As a result, the chess game returned to the situation of confrontation—the two of them had the same number of chess pieces, and their retreats were roughly the same.

Therefore, it is really not easy to decide the outcome of the chess game in a short period of time.

The two fought back and forth on this small chessboard, not giving in to each other. They fought extremely happily. Half an hour passed in such a stalemate. The imperial decree stipulated that the hour for entering the palace had come. Mu Ziling It's time to leave the palace and go back.

As soon as the hour arrived, a young eunuch stepped forward to remind him that Fuquan looked at the two people who were playing chess with no distractions, stepped forward with small steps, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's already a quarter of the unitary hour, Mr. Mu should go out." Palace."

A trace of displeasure flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes, the white chess piece was twirled in his hand before being thrown back into the chess box: "That's it, let's play this game of chess tomorrow, how about being modest? "

Mu Ziling nodded, with unsatisfactory interest in his eyes: "It's only natural."

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

Rubbing the folds on the hem of his clothes, Mu Ziling was about to stand up and leave, but unexpectedly, he suddenly had a severe headache, and the scene he saw in his eyes became distorted——

Since he was all focused on the square-inch chessboard just now, Mu Ziling had no time to take care of himself, so the discomfort caused by the almond cake was completely ignored.At this time, the chessboard was closed, and he relaxed, so the discomfort caused by the almond cake seemed to be multiplied several times, pouring towards him like a mountain and a sea.

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

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

Guessing that it was an allergic reaction, Yan Wenhao frowned and pursed his lips. He got up from the soft couch, then walked in front of Mu Ziling, bent slightly, and put his hand on Mu Ziling's. forehead.

After posting it for a while, Yan Wenhao withdrew his hand. He stood up straight, looked down, looked at Mu Ziling, and said bluntly, "It's hot, Qianhe, you're sick."

His tone was very flat, just stating a fact.

"I……"

Looking up, Mu Ziling looked at Yan Wenhao with a dazed expression. He just opened his mouth and only had time to utter a word, then his eyes went dark and he couldn't remember anything.

—he fainted.

Seeing Mu Ziling's swaying body, his eyes gradually losing focus, and he was about to be uploaded to the ground, Yan Wenhao stretched out his hand and firmly hugged him into his arms before he had time to think about it.

"..."

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 was rarely stunned.

Ah Lin almost rushed up before, although Fuquan stopped him in time and dragged him outside the hall, but in the following time, he was always worried, for fear that something would happen to his young master, and finally survived for an hour. He took the young master back to the mansion, only to see that his young master passed out.

"Son!"

Unable to keep calm any longer, Ah Lin stared wide-eyed, and rushed forward in a few steps. He even forgot the identity of Yan Wenhao's prince, so he stretched out his hand to hug Mu Ziling out of Yan Wenhao's arms. His face was full of anxiety.

As a matter of course, before Ah Lin's hand touched a piece of Mu Ziling's clothes, he was held down by several eunuchs, but he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and try his best to reach it, staring at Yan Wenhao with his eyes.

Fuquan was taken aback, and immediately ran over panting with his big belly in his hands. He carefully looked at Yan Wenhao's face, and said tremblingly, "Your Highness, let the servant embrace you, Young Master Mu."

He grew up watching Yan Wenhao, so he naturally knew that his master hated people touching him the most.

Hugging the warm body in his arms, smelling a faint scent of medicine at the tip of his nose, Yan Wenhao not only did not let go, but hugged him even tighter, he tilted his head and raised his chin to Fuquan, "Go and declare When the imperial doctor comes, send someone to inform Mr. Mu that Qianhe will stay in Lingxiao Pavilion tonight."