The prince is hard to serve

Inside the palace, in Lingyun Pavilion.

In the spacious and bright palace, Yan Wenhao sat lazily on the head of the bed, stretched out a hand, and let the imperial doctor take his pulse. His face was pale and he looked a little tired, and he coughed lightly from time to time .

"How is my body? Maybe get out of bed and walk?"

The old imperial doctor sounded his pulse with his right hand, touched his long beard with his left hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and took a long time to withdraw his hand. Hearing this, a trace of pity arose in his heart, and he replied respectfully: "Recently, your highness has recovered a lot, and you can recover when the time comes." Get up and walk outside."

"That's good." Putting his outstretched hand back into the quilt, Yan Wenhao nodded slightly, his eyes brightened: "Okay, you go down now." His voice was still a little weak.

"Yes, the old minister will go down and wait first." The old imperial doctor got up, bowed to Yan Wenhao, and then left the hall with the medicine box.

Not long after the imperial doctor left, a corner of clothes flashed by quickly. Yan Wenhao raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, saying that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, and ordered all the maids and eunuchs who were serving him to leave, leaving only one The steward is at the door.

As soon as the maids and eunuchs left, a young man with a fan jumped down from the beam immediately. He was dressed in green and had a butterfly-shaped jade pendant on his waist. laugh.

This young man, named Xie Jingyu, is Yan Wenhao's senior brother, the youngest general, and his friend for many years.

Seeing the person coming, Yan Wenhao put away his weak appearance just now and returned to his original appearance - he was pretending to be sick.

Yan Wenhao was indeed ill. When he was six years old, he was poisoned by a rare poison. The symptoms of this poison were no different from those of ordinary physical weakness. Even experienced imperial doctors could not find out the real reason. , only when he couldn't bear the blow because of his mother's sudden death, so no one knew that he was poisoned.

This poison is extremely dangerous, but it will not be fatal immediately. It will hide in the human body for more than ten years, making people linger in bed all year round, unable to spend their minds, extremely weak, and constantly suffering from serious and minor illnesses, until the poison really starts to attack. It is really helpless.

Three years ago, Yan Wenhao accidentally rescued a person in the palace. That person happened to be a well-known doctor today, and he could tell at a glance that Yan Wenhao was poisoned.

This poison happened to be prepared by his master before his death, so he can detoxify it, but the embarrassing thing is that the medicinal materials to make the antidote are hard to find.In order to repay Yan Wenhao's life-saving kindness to him, he promised to find medicinal materials and prepare an antidote for Yan Wenhao.

This search lasted for three years. Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, that person finally found all the medicinal materials needed, and successfully prepared the antidote a month ago.

However, although Yan Wenhao got rid of the poison, because he has been poisoned for many years, his body is still weak, and it will take at least a year to recover, so he simply resorted to tricks and let himself continue to be "sick", and his condition became more and more serious.

By doing so, one is convenient for him to secretly visit and investigate the person who poisoned him. In addition, as long as he is still 'ill', he will not pose too much threat to anyone. Those who hide in secret and want to harm him will also temporarily stop.

Lifting the quilt and getting up from the bed, Yan Wenhao went straight to Ruantao and sat down, then pointed to the seat opposite him, motioning for the young man to come and sit down, "Why are you here again?"

Xie Jingyu did not salute him, but lifted up his robe and sat down naturally, then picked up the teapot on the low table, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said: "Of course I came to see you."

Yan Wenhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "I remember you said the same thing yesterday." But in fact, he came here for half a day, ate his three plates of snacks, and drank half a pot of tea.

"That's right." Tapping his head lightly with a folding fan, Xie Jingyu tilted his head and said with a smile: "However, I seem to say that every time I come here."

"Today is different." Picking up the teapot and filling Xie Jingyu's teacup, he took a new teacup, placed it in front of his eyes, and filled it up. After doing this, Yan Wenhao raised his eyes again, "You came today, there is a problem Ask me." He said very firmly.

"Yes, I came back because I had a problem." Now that he had been guessed, Xie Jingyu shrugged indifferently and admitted it openly.

Yan Wenhao looked at him for a while, then slowly asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Xie Jingyu had already put away the laughing look just now, pursed his lips, pondered for a moment and asked: "In another hour, Mu Ziling will enter the palace to meet you. I came here to ask you, why is he the only one?" I just found out about it today.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Yan Wenhao didn't answer after a while, "Jing Yu, you actually have a day to care about others."

Xie Jingyu stared at him intently, "You should know that he once saved my life."

Three years ago, he had just wiped out a bandit with his own power, but he was attacked while resting and drinking in a restaurant, but he was accidentally hit by a sword, wounding his waist and abdomen. If Mu Ziling hadn't discovered him and rescued him, he would have brought When he returned home, he called in a doctor to treat him. He was afraid that he had already died of excessive blood loss.

Yan Wenhao paused while holding the teacup, and after a while, he said, "I'm sick, and I need a man who was born in a sunny year."

"But, you obviously..." Couldn't help frowning, Xie Jingyu opened his mouth, but then retracted the words, "He is not the only one in the capital with such a birth date, he is amazingly talented, once he enters this palace It's a pity that I can't display my talent."

He and Mu Ziling had been together for less than half a month, during which time they had a lot of conversations, covering a wide range of topics, court politics, the world, martial arts, military tactics, and even the way of governing the country... He could tell that Mu Ziling was indeed talented , if he can give him a place, he will definitely make a difference, or he can become a generation of virtuous ministers.

"Jing Yu, you and I have known each other for nine years, and I thought you knew me best," Yan Wenhao lowered his head, playing with the wrench in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "You know, I am weak now, and I need to Mu Jiyan is on my side, and he loves Mu Ziling the most."

Therefore, he had to pull Mu Ziling down and stand on the same boat with him, both prosperous and hurt, so that Mu Jiyan would not stand by and watch him.

"I know..." Xie Jingyu murmured in a low voice, then sighed with a wry smile.

After a moment of silence, when he looked up again, Xie Jingyu's expression had returned to his previous playful expression. He shook his folding fan and sighed, "I'm just asking, why are you so serious." After speaking, he poured himself another A cup of tea, then reached for a piece of pastry, bit into it and ate it, no longer talking about the topic just now.

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After noon, Mu Ziling put away his books, called Ah Lin who was waiting outside the house, and told him to prepare his clothes, while he turned around and walked to the bathroom.

After bathing and changing, Mu Ziling sat down in front of the bronze mirror, closed his eyes, and let the skilled maid tie up his hair for him.

As soon as three o'clock arrived, Ah Lin trotted into the house, ready to tell his young master that the team to take him into the palace had arrived.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Ziling opened his eyes, lowered his head, straightened his sleeves and stood up, turned around to look at Ah Lin, and asked, "But are the people from the palace here?"

Ah Lin nodded, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, here comes a father-in-law and a team of imperial guards."

Slightly nodding his head, Mu Ziling was silent for a while, and said, "So, follow me into the palace."

Whether it is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Mengdie Zhuang Zhou, from the moment he calmly accepted the imperial decree, he has no way out. Once he enters the palace gate, even if the future is uncertain and the future is uncertain, he can only keep going. .

I only hope that when he comes back to this life, his choice will not be wrong again.

Entering the palace from the north gate in a carriage, along the way, Mu Ziling leaned against the inside of the carriage with his eyes closed, and Ah Lin entered the palace for the first time, so he was full of curiosity, even though Mu Ziling had already told him to He was cautious in his words and deeds, but after all he was just a 15-year-old boy. After entering the north gate, he still couldn't help opening the curtains, leaning one eye over and looking out.

The scenery inside the palace is naturally quite different from the outside.

The high palace walls, the brick-red walls, the eunuchs and maids passing by with their heads down from time to time, the oncoming guards... Ah Lin opened his mouth, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Mu Ziling called him in a flat tone: "A Lin."

It's not too much to just open the curtains to take a look at the scenery of the palace, so Mu Ziling just called out to him, then shook his head, changed his posture, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Hastily lowering the curtains, Ah Lin shrank his shoulders, secretly glanced at his young master's face, seeing that the young master didn't say any more, he stuck out his tongue secretly, and then sat upright, his eyes fixed on his face without blinking. On the car wall, it seems that through the layers of fabric, you can see the scenery outside.

It was extremely quiet in the car.

About half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped, and the high-pitched voice of the eunuch leading the way sounded outside: "Master Mu, Lingyun Pavilion is here, you should get off the carriage."

Lifting the curtain of the car, Ah Lin jumped out first, and then helped Mu Ziling get out of the car.

When Mu Ziling got out of the car, a fat eunuch with a round face greeted him, and said respectfully but not flatteringly: "Young Master Mu, the Second Highness has just got up and is sitting in the pavilion at this time, please come with the servant."

At Yan Wenhao's age, he should have gone out of the palace to build a mansion, but he was suffering from chronic illness, and the emperor was worried about his health, so he found a secluded place in the palace, named it Lingyun Pavilion, and let him live there.

This eunuch is Fuquan, the chief manager of Lingyun Pavilion. He used to be a slave in front of Empress Zhuang. After Empress Zhuang died of illness, she was assigned to take care of Yan Wenhao.

Mu Ziling nodded to him, smiled slightly and said, "Eunuch Lao is leading the way."

Follow Fuquan's footsteps to go inside, pass through the arch, and come to the garden in full bloom. The gazebo is built on the lotus pond. It is not yet the season of lotus blooming, but there are already several lotus plants waiting for the flowering period. It popped up, formed a few flower buds, and stood gracefully on the lotus pond facing the warm sunshine.

Fuquan stopped ten meters away from the gazebo, and said, "Master Mu, please wait here for a while, and I will let the servant report to His Highness."

"It's okay." Mu Ziling waved his hands, then stood where he was, waiting quietly.

Mu Ziling's gaze crossed the lotus pond, and landed directly on the purple figure in the gazebo. The man's back was facing him. It was already approaching May but he was still wearing a heavy winter coat, his back was slightly bent, and he coughed lightly from time to time. It seems to be very uncomfortable... I couldn't help frowning, why this second prince's condition seems to be more serious in this life than in the previous life?