Yan Chen is afraid of the cold, but he is willing to live on this Zhaomei Mountain because of the cold plums in the sky.
Chu Muyun thought about the reason, but there seemed to be no reason, because the setting was made by him, the book was written by him, and the setting about Yan Chen was like that. I am afraid of the cold, but prefer plum blossoms, so I live here.
This kind of idea is quite common. When many authors are thinking about something, they suddenly come up with this idea, and then outline such a character.
But the recent succession of several dreams has always awakened Chu Muyun.
"Devil" was created by him, but not the devil.
So... how exactly, who knows
Chu Muyun would not rashly go to see Yan Chen, although he could directly reveal his identity and pass by with the poison of fierce fire.
But the world has changed, and what happened in the years he missed is still unknown. He trusts Ye Jianhan, but there are some things that Ye Jianhan may not be very clear about.
He needs to observe for himself and cut in at a clever angle in order to be sure to hit with one hit.
With Ye Jianhan's method, it was very easy to put him in the Zhaomei Palace.
There are many servants here in Yan Chen, and the basic structure is similar to that of Wuqing Palace.
Yan Chen's powerful beast-taming ability made it easy for him to obtain huge wealth. After all, most of the hidden beasts occupy one place after another of rare treasures, and he has beast gods in the dark night. These beasts can't wait to come to worship every day. , of course, good things are sent in an endless stream.
The wealth of these beasts is by no means comparable to that of ordinary humans, so he commanded all the beasts and controlled the life, almost holding the wealth of the entire demon world with one hand.
It is also for this reason that even though the Wuqing Palace in Zhaomei Palace is as gorgeous and flamboyant as it is, it is exquisite and extraordinary. There are a lot of people to serve, and because Yan Shenxin's heavy is all monsters, so the jurisdiction over the servants has always been loose. Yes - they don't have access to any core areas, they are only responsible for sweeping.
Chu Muyun entered Zhaomei Palace as a servant.
He worked hard for a month, and never saw Yan Chen from beginning to end.
However, he was able to bear his temper, worked honestly, was diligent and smart, and with a clean background, he was promoted not long after, and entered the inner courtyard to serve.
But even so, it was not easy for him to see Yan Chen.
But some news can be heard.
For example, Yan Chen did not leave Zhaomei Palace for several years.
For another example, Dark Night was appeased, but Yan Chen's health was not very good.
Another example is that on full moon nights, no one can be kept in the inner courtyard.
When he heard the news, Chu Muyun's mind moved slightly, and he became more suspicious.
Back then, the day when the Shura Domain merged with him was the night of the full moon, which should have nothing to do with Yan Chen, but the night of the full moon, with heavy fortune, often had some ominous omens.
Chu Muyun pondered, afraid that Yan Chen's injuries were not that simple.
But just thinking about it is useless, and we need to get more information to judge.
Another month later, Chu Muyun took up a personal job, and after a thousand years of absence, he saw the jealous emperor again—Yan Shen.
He looked the same as when he first saw him, a dark purple robe dragged on the ground, like a layer of mist hovering over it, the very dark color made his complexion very white, the white was a little cold, like The frost and snow outside exuded a coldness engraved in the bone marrow. Even if the appearance was unparalleled, the ruthlessness and indifference under the thin lips could not be ignored.
Chu Muyun was attentive, only glanced at him slightly, and saw that his lips were slightly white, and there was a dark halo under the corners of his eyes.
The body is not healed, it is not fake at all.
Before he came to visit Meishan, he had already taken the holy snow lotus, and the poison of fierce fire was temporarily suppressed, otherwise he would be found by Yan Chen when he stepped on the mountain.
But even so, when he took a peek, Yan Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes locked tightly on him.
Chu Muyun was slightly startled, but his face did not show any signs of reverence and obedience.
Yan Chen suddenly put down his pen, got up and walked over.
According to the coldness of Meishan Mountain, there is of course a way of heating in this room, so it is as warm as spring. Yan Shen's clothes are not heavy, but they are not light and thin. Sick look.
He stood condescendingly, staring down at the person kneeling in front of him, and it seemed like a long time before he whispered, "Look up."
Chu Muyun trembled slightly, which was a sign of nervousness. After all, a little servant, who was named by Zun for no reason, would panic.
He raised his head obediently, but his heart was full of doubts, what did Yan Chen find? .
The poison of fierce fire was temporarily suppressed. His current appearance is very similar to Shen Yun, but he is not at all like Chu Muyun and the ice spirit beast. Yan Chen should not be suspicious.
Although there were many speculations in his heart, President Chu's acting skills were flawless. He raised his head, looked at Yan Chen with awe and a little blankness, but only glanced at him and quickly looked away. His nervousness was no falsification, and his fingers holding the hem of his clothes were bulging and pale.
But Yan Chen was stunned, staring at him for a long time, so long that it was a little strange.
Finally, he spoke again, his voice hoarse than before: "What's your name?"
Chu Muyun lowered his head and said in a low voice, "A single word is an admiration."
The servants who come in all have to put down their surnames, so if there is no name given by the master, they are all one word.
Yan Chen's pupils shrank sharply, but this look disappeared very quickly, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said slowly, "In the future... serve me with you."
As he said this, although Chu Muyun lowered his head, he was clearly surprised and his voice trembled slightly: "Yes, Your Highness."
Yan Chen didn't say anything more, just looked away and returned to the desk again.
Chu Muyun didn't dare to raise his head, but he was sensitively aware of Yan Chen's absent-mindedness.
Holding the pen in his hand, the ink dripped onto the rice paper, smudged like a plum blossom in full bloom, but because of the change of color, the beauty faded away, showing a hint of desolation and indifference.
Chu Muyun was a little unsure, and did not dare to rashly remind him.
But Yan Chen suddenly came back to his senses, the tip of the pen dropped, completely lost the mood to write, and only turned around and walked out of the room.
Chu Muyun hurriedly followed, realizing that he was going out, and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, it's cold outside, this cloak, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Chen took the cloak and draped it over his shoulders.
Outside the dark cloak was a circle of pure white fur, and Yan Shen's complexion was white, which made people feel that he was a bit whiter than the circle of fur collars.
Chu Muyun didn't look at it much, and just stood with his hands down.
Yan Chen walked out of the house, stepped on the white snow, and walked straight towards the large area of Merlin.
Chu Muyun followed behind him, thinking about things in his heart.
But at this moment, Yan Chen suddenly swayed slightly.
Chu Muyun's eyes were fast, and just as he was about to step forward, Yan Chen was already leaning on a plum tree trunk beside him, supporting his body.