Chapter 1699 Prime Minister and Jin Yiwei (11)

The housekeeper took a serious look, and found that the meals were all food that sick people don't need to avoid.

It's just that the seasoning in this dish doesn't seem to be as bland as the imperial doctor's.

Here, Lai Zesheng had already walked to Mao Lin's side.

"Is Commander Mao's health better?" He asked, staring at the wound on the other side's chest.

Mao Lin looked at Lai Zesheng, who was standing in front of him, so close at hand, his eyes were a little afraid to look directly.

He purposely set his eyes on the table where the butler laid out the food.

Hearing Lai Zesheng's concerned question, he tried to keep his usual expressionless face and said indifferently, "Thank you, Cheng Lai, for your concern. I'm much better now."

Mao Lin didn't know that he seemed to maintain a calm side, but in fact, a pair of red ears had betrayed him.

Looking at his red earlobe, Lai Zesheng narrowed his eyes and stared at that small piece of skin.

"That's good. Mao Commander Shi recovers as soon as possible, and then he can return to the court to help the emperor share one or two official duties."

While talking, he walked towards Mao Lin.

As Lai Zesheng approached, Mao Lin's body tensed into a straight line.

This appearance deepened the smile in Lai Zesheng's eyes.

He stood beside Mao Lin, the distance between the two was very close, and the tip of their noses were almost close together.

Mao Lin felt threatened and wanted to back off.

"Don't move!" Lai Zesheng stopped him.

Mao Lin didn't move immediately, but he looked at each other with ignorant eyes.

I don't understand why he was so harsh.

The smile in Lai Zesheng's eyes dissipated, and he stared straight at Mao Lin's gorgeous face.

The face that should have been delicate, beautiful, and flawless, now had a slight blemish.

He reached out and touched the right side of the young man's face, and there was a scratch on the side of the face near the ear.

Although it has faded a lot, but before he stood opposite this person, he clearly saw this bloodshot scar.

When Lai Zesheng touched him, Mao Lin's body seemed to be unable to control himself, as stiff as a sculpture.

"How does this hurt?" A low but gentle voice rang in his ears.

Mao Lin turned his head and looked into Lai Zesheng's eyes.

At this moment, he seemed not afraid to look directly at each other.

"I was accidentally injured when I was assassinated that day."

Lai Zesheng nodded and took his hands away from his face.

The hanging index finger and thumb were rubbing against the sleeves, as if reminiscing about something.

"It's getting late, and I still have things to deal with, so I won't disturb Mao's command history."

Turn around and walk out of the hall.

Mao Lin followed involuntarily.

Seeing this, the butler quickly stopped him,

"My lord, you can't go out, the ice outside here hasn't melted yet."

Lai Zesheng, who was about to step out of the door, couldn't help but stop and turn around when he heard the butler's words behind him.

He turned his head and looked at Mao Lin who was looking over with a smile, and said with a smile, "Why, you still want to see me off?"

Mao Li nodded blankly, and the smile in Lai Zesheng's eyes was somewhat real.

He pointed at him and nodded, "You little fool."

After finishing speaking this time, I really turned around and left.

Mao Lin just watched him step out of the door and into the courtyard.

Then his back disappeared in the courtyard.

From the beginning to the end, Mao Lin's heartbeat was not normal.

And he didn't know that when Lai Zeshang left the mansion, his face was gloomy, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Although Mao Lin is now a close minister of the emperor, he is walking on the edge of danger.

But he knew the other party's friendship with him ten years ago.

At the age of fifteen, he showed a shy smile on his immature face, and looked at him with shining eyes, full of admiration.