Mu Zhan almost laughed angrily, pulled the corners of his lips and said, "What did you say, say it again?"
If Wen Mingyu was awake, he would definitely feel the danger, recognize each other and say something else, anyway, he would take the topic away.
But Wen Mingyu was drunk, her brain was not working at all, she didn't hear the threat in Mu Zhan's tone at all, she laughed stupidly, and she was not afraid to repeat the curse.
"Dog Emperor."
Mu Zhan's eyebrows twitched and he pressed his forehead. No matter how he looked, he seemed to be thinking about whether to kill the person directly, or throw the person out to sober up and torture him before killing him.
However, after a long silence, Mu Zhan didn't move, probably because he felt that it would be disrespectful to negotiate with a drunk, and he reached out and pushed his head away.
But Wen Mingyu just saw this comfortable place and regarded it as his own territory. As soon as he was pushed away a little, he immediately stuck back, and hugged Mu Zhan's arm, not letting go.
Mu Zhan was a little surprised. He was really irrational when he was drunk, which was very different from usual. When he was awake, he was always cowardly. Although he pretended to be very courageous, his bottom two legs were shaking.
He didn't like Wen Mingyu being afraid of himself, but it was impossible to change at once, so he let him act.
Mu Zhan pulled his hand back, looked down at him condescendingly, and said meaningfully, "Give you a chance, get up by yourself."
Wen Mingyu didn't even listen. She insisted on sleeping on Mu Zhan's lap. She didn't have time to hold her hands, so she retreated and asked to hug Mu Zhan's waist. She was worried that she would be pushed away again and buried her face. Going in, sticking to the abdominal muscles through the clothes, took the initiative to plunge into Mu Zhan's arms.
Mu Zhan froze for a moment, then smiled, reached out and landed on Wen Mingyu's head, lightly brushing his soft black hair, the stroking movement was even gentle, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are heavy and terrifying Paranoia is terrifying.
"You choose it yourself."
Gu gave you a chance, if you don't run away, it's too late to regret it.
Mu Zhan sat with one hand on the table, holding a wine glass casually, looking like he was just drinking alone. But when he got closer, he found that there was another person lying on his lap, while his other hand was on top of Wen Mingyu's head. He pinched the back of his neck and landed on his back again, continuing to touch it gently.
It's exactly like a cat in rua.
And Wen Mingyu also seemed to have been smoothed out, no longer noisy, so comfortable that she hummed in a low voice, her bones were softened, she lay on her side lazily, stretched her body, and occasionally trembled slightly.
After a long while, Mu Zhan stopped, Wen Mingyu was still a little dissatisfied, half-squinted and reached out and hooked, grabbed Mu Zhan's hand, and pressed it back on his back, signaling him to continue.
Mu Zhan didn't move, but shook the wine glass in his hand.
"Want to drink?"
Wen Mingyu glanced up, nodded dully, and unconsciously licked her lips, which were moist, like petals soaked with dew, appearing more and more red and tender.
"want."
Said to reach for it, but was dodged.
Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "What did you exchange for it?"
Wen Mingyu thought hard for two seconds, "I'll tell you a secret."
Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, "Let's hear it."
Wen Mingyu got up softly, swayed close to Mu Zhan's ear, cupped her mouth with her hands, and whispered, "Actually, I'm not at all..."
Mu Zhan looked calm and expressionless, but the hand holding the wine glass tightened unconsciously, and the knuckles turned white.
But what he wanted to hear, Wen Mingyu only said the beginning, then stopped, suddenly sniffed like a puppy hook, and asked doubtfully, "What smells on you?"
The good smell of wine is more attractive than the glass of wine in his hand.
Wen Mingyu moved the tip of her nose slightly, took two more sips, and fell down, lying on Mu Zhan's shoulder, so drunk that she seemed to have drank several large jars of wine, and she couldn't even control it. Rabbit ears are coming out.
Fortunately, Wen Mingyu was very drunk, and he still remembered that this was something that must never be known. He bowed his head and arched into Mu Zhan's arms, rubbing the top of his head to stop the itch and prevent the rabbit ears from coming out. .
Mu Zhan was so irritated that he couldn't help being irritated. When he wanted to pick him up, he heard the sound of soothing long breathing.
Wen Mingyu fell asleep.
Mu Zhan: "..."
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
As soon as Wen Mingyu opened her eyes and woke up, she felt a severe headache, a typical hangover sequelae.
He looked around in a daze, unfamiliar and luxurious furnishings, and many noble dragon patterns...
So, he sleeps in a dragon bed? !
Wen Mingyu was taken aback and blew up directly, but because of dizziness and unsteady standing, she knocked her head on the bedpost.
A young lady listened to the sound and hurried in, stepped forward in three or two steps, and carefully supported him.
"Young Master Wen, the saint has told you not to disturb your rest. You can sleep as long as you want."
Wen Mingyu tried hard to recall what happened last night. After drinking a glass of wine, he was so drunk that there were only a few fragmentary pictures. Did he... scolded the dog emperor
When the ball is over, he's going to die.
His face was ugly, and he waved his hand without hesitation, "If I don't sleep, I'm going back."
He wanted to fly out of the palace, but he couldn't do it. It would be better if he went back to the palace where he lived, and he could hide for a while.
As soon as he went back, Sanxi greeted him and was very happy for him, saying, "Young Master, you have spent the night in the dormitory of the Sage. This is something that has never happened before. The Sage must like you very much."
But Wen Mingyu was not happy at all, and even wanted to bang his head against the wall and return to himself before drinking last night. If he did it all over again, he would not touch a drop of alcohol if he was killed.
Moreover, he thought again, how did he lie down on the bed after sitting at the table drinking and eating food last night? It can't be himself, the tyrant hugs him? No, no, he would rather be the palace servants to carry him up!
His face changed, and he felt a chill in his heart. He felt that today might be the last day of his life, and he wanted to cry.
Sanxi waited on him to wash and drank sober tea.
He was sitting at the table, holding a cup, looking back at his short life, looking out the window calmly with an expression that he was about to become a monk after seeing the world.
Sanxi was at a loss, and couldn't figure out what happened to the son. Stayed there overnight from the saint, and came back like this. Could it be that the aspect of the saint... can't be
Sanxi's heart skipped a beat, she was insane to dare to be so disrespectful. Of course, the saint is the most brave and masculine unmatched!
Wen Mingyu thought about a bunch of messes, and felt that he was going to die soon, and at the same time denied and argued that the tyrant wanted to kill him last night, so why did he let him sleep in the dragon bed for a night, saying Maybe the tyrant is a shaking M, and he likes others to scold him...
Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu felt extremely guilty. How could there be such nonsense.
After a while, the palace servants came and said that Mrs. Guangyang Hou came to visit him in the palace and arrived after lunch.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment before realizing who it was. But he didn't know why the original mother came to find him, but he also knew that there would be no good.
"This matter... The sage also knows? Is it allowed?" Wen Mingyu asked.
The little eunuch said respectfully, "Young Master Hui, yes, the sage also said that if you don't want to see him, you won't see him. This is just a fun for him when he is bored."
Fun
Wen Mingyu was stunned. What does Mu Zhan mean? It sounds like he doesn't like that Mrs. Hou either
He didn't understand what Mu Zhan meant, but he was inspired by these words. Anyway, he might die someday, and the unhappy one who just crossed over has not returned with revenge. Isn't this a good opportunity? If he is unhappy, make the haters even more unhappy, and then he will be happy.
So Wen Mingyu nodded, "Let her come."
After diverting his attention, Wen Mingyu didn't let himself think about what happened last night. He ate a lot at lunch. If it wasn't for the hangover and stomach discomfort, he could eat more.
Half an hour later, Mrs. Hou really came.
The makeup is exquisite and the posture is as elegant as possible, but because she rarely enters the palace, it is difficult to hide her nervousness and fear. After all, there is a terrible one in the palace.
It was not until she met Wen Mingyu that she could breathe a sigh of relief and regain a little sense of her home court. But when she actually looked at each other, she was stunned.
Who is this little boy in brocade clothes? The temperament is so noble that it seems to come from the royal family.
Mrs. Hou completely forgot to move, but Sanxi reminded: "Mrs. Hou is not polite?"
Mrs. Hou did it subconsciously, and when she got up, she remembered, isn't Wen Huiyu a servant without a name? Why should she salute
Sitting opposite Wen Mingyu, Mrs. Hou smiled and said, "Xi Yu, I want to talk to you about myself."
This is to imply that he told those palace servants to retire.
But Wen Mingyu acted as if she didn't understand, and said directly, "You tell me."
Mrs. Hou's face stiffened, she managed to maintain her smile, and she said softly, "Look, Yu Yu, Hou's mansion raised you carefully, your father loves you very much, and he was very concerned about you after you entered the palace. How was your day?"
Wen Mingyu deliberately lengthened her voice, "Oh, you love me very much, that's why I never had enough food and clothes, I was bullied by my servants, and I didn't know a word even if I didn't read a book. Your love is really unique. ."
Madam Hou didn't expect him to be so rude to expose it, so she couldn't help being annoyed, and forcibly explained: "That's the vicious heart of the subordinate, of course I'm also at fault, I didn't find such a person, I've already sold them. Now, I will give you an explanation."
Wen Mingyu looked surprised, "Then your Houfu is going to be empty? Almost all the servants have bullied me, and your son has beaten me many times. Will your son also sell it?"
Mrs. Hou couldn't help her face twisted, "That's because Chong'er was ignorant when he was a child. I asked him to apologize to you."
Wen Mingyu raised her eyebrows: "Kneel down and kowtow to apologize? Oh, then I'll wait."
Madam Hou was so excited that the corners of her mouth twitched, and the veins on her forehead jumped.
Holding back her anger, she changed the subject and slowly stated the purpose of her trip. To put it simply, I heard that Wen Mingyu had a good time in the palace, and wanted to use him to give the emperor a pillow and help the family. He also euphemistically warned that he and the family were one, and both prosperity and loss would be lost. Without Houfu as his backstage, it would be very difficult for him to keep his position in the palace.
But when Wen Mingyu heard her say such a long list, it was like listening to her fart, and she yawned impatiently.
"Are you finished? My answer is also very simple, stop dreaming, I will not help."
Mrs. Hou was pinched to death by a young man who didn't care about her popularity so many times. Finally, she couldn't hide her anger. She raised her voice and said sharply, "Aren't you from Hou's mansion? Do you have any conscience? The family needs help, and it is so cold-blooded to take it seriously!"
Wen Mingyu: "Oh, then I just don't have a conscience."
Madam Hou pointed at his nose in anger and scolded: "You! But you are favored for a while, and you are so arrogant that you don't know who you are. I think in the future, when you are left out in the cold and waiting to die, someone will help you!"
Wen Mingyu sneered and was about to stab her a few more words when a low voice suddenly came from the door.
"Do you have an opinion on lonely people?"