The first time riding a horse, the feeling is very complicated and sour.
Wen Mingyu felt that these legs were not his own anymore, they were already abolished. He couldn't even help but wonder if the Emperor Dog did it on purpose to teach him to ride a horse just to see his embarrassment.
He couldn't even walk well, so he walked back with Mu Zhan.
When he got off the chariot and walked into the palace where he lived, the complicated glances from those familiar palace servants made him even more eager to find a seam to get in.
These people must have misunderstood that he was serving the bed, and maybe they still thought in their hearts that he was worthy of being a tyrant, so ferocious that he made people like this.
Wen Mingyu was so embarrassed that she almost died.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind, and the strides were neat. In the next second, Wen Mingyu felt his body dangling in the air, so shocked that he could not help but let out a low voice, and the conditioned reflex grabbed the front of Mu Zhan's clothes.
Mu Zhan picked him up, still in the posture of a princess.
For a while, Wen Mingyu couldn't tell whether it was the embarrassment of his penguin step or the embarrassment of being held by the princess.
But this time, there is no choice. He lowered his head and turned his face towards Mu Zhan's chest, a bit like an ostrich buried in the sand, as if others couldn't see his face, they could be regarded as not him.
Mu Zhan was very strong, and hugged him easily, strode into the hall, and quickly put the person on the bed.
Wen Mingyu raised her head and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Mu Zhan looked at him for two seconds and laughed again.
Wen Mingyu: "..."
Damn, take back his thanks just now.
Mu Zhan did not restrain himself, still smiling with a smile in his eyes, turned to look at Sanxi, and said, "Are you serving him personally?"
Sanxi quickly responded respectfully.
Mu Zhan ordered: "Prepare hot water, soak his feet, and massage his calves carefully."
Sanxi immediately went to prepare.
It didn't take long for him to come in with a wooden basin, put it down beside the bed, carefully took off Wen Mingyu's shoes and socks, and slowly put his feet into the water.
As soon as Wen Mingyu's toes touched the water, she immediately curled up, shrank back like an electric shock, and her skin turned red when it touched the hot water.
Seeing this, Mu Zhan asked Sanxi in a cold voice, "I haven't even tried the water temperature? How do you serve the master?"
The temperature of the water was tried, but because the Sage was watching, Sanxi was too nervous, and forgot to pick up some water and splash it on Wen Mingyu's feet to get used to it.
Sanxi was frightened and accused, but Wen Mingyu spoke for him first, "Your Majesty, the water is not very hot, it's my own problem. My skin is sensitive, and it tends to redden when stimulated."
As he said that, in order to prove it, he stretched out his hand and squeezed lightly on the back of his hand. He didn't exert much force, but a faint red mark appeared on it.
Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, and a strong desire grew in his heart, wanting to leave more traces on the white and tender skin.
But he didn't show it on his face, he just whispered, "Squeamish."
Wen Mingyu pursed her lips, a little unhappy. This is a natural physique. It's not about being squeamish. The Emperor Dog is just a dog, and he can't spit out ivory.
Seeing that the sage had no intention of punishing him, Sanxi continued to help Wen Mingyu get a foot massage. His hands were supporting Wen Mingyu's feet, one yellow and one white, the contrast was very obvious. His movements were very light, but his skin was rough. After pressing it, several red marks appeared on Wen Mingyu's instep.
Looking at Mu Zhan, he couldn't help frowning, feeling very dazzling and extremely unhappy in his heart. Naturally, he wasn't the type to hold back, so he just kicked Sanxi with little force, but it scared Sanxi quite a bit.
"Get off."
Sanxi didn't dare to say a word, and shivered and stepped aside. Then, he found that the saint took his original position, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to hold Mr. Wen's feet... ? ?
Sanxi was completely dumbfounded.
It's not just him, Zhao Dequan is also very confused. Although he knows in his heart that the sage is very fond of Wen Gongzi, but this... is too arrogant, how can the sage do what such a lowly person does.
Zhao Dequan didn't dare to say anything, didn't dare to ask anything, he just wanted to poke his eyes out. He remembered that there seemed to be an emperor in the previous dynasty, who especially liked to play with jade feet. Could it be that the sage also has such a hobby
In any case, this was out of his control, so he quickly waved to Sanxi and other palace servants and led them back quietly, leaving only Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu alone.
They went out, but Wen Mingyu, who was facing Mu Zhan alone, was panicking to death. Why did the dog emperor hold his feet? Seeing that his feet were not pleasing to the eye, would you like to cut them off
As soon as Mu Zhan squatted down, Wen Mingyu immediately followed and bent over, eager to pull him away, "Your Majesty, I can come by myself..."
But Mu Zhan easily avoided his hand and said in an order, "Don't move."
Wen Mingyu could only lie on his knees empty, looking at Mu Zhan nervously, pinching his calf with his articulated hands, rubbing the muscles hard, that feeling is really sour...
Wen Mingyu was thinking about something else, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't hold back, and cried out.
"It hurts... don't, don't touch there!"
"Your Majesty, please, really..."
"I don't want..."
Wen Mingyu was so painful that tears came out, her voice was crying, rustling, and a little milk, it sounded pitiful and endearing.
However, the person in front of him was Mu Zhan, which was not normal. Hearing this voice, he felt that his internal organs were slammed and slammed violently. It burned from the brain to the heart, and quickly spread to the whole body. Sanity was destroyed, the blood boiled, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and the temples throbbed and swelled with pain. The body is very uncomfortable, but there is a very rare and wonderful satisfaction in his heart.
Wen Mingyu's calf is very beautiful, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, not too slender, but not too thick, just right, with beautiful curvature of the instep, fair and delicate skin, silky touch, like beautiful jade.
The only flaw, perhaps, is the bruises that came out of the stirrups when riding in the afternoon, which is particularly obvious against the white leather.
Mu Zhan lightly rubbed the blue and purple streak across his ankle, as if he had been bound by something, and staring at it like this, his eyes became darker and darker.
Wen Mingyu felt the hand holding his foot tighten slightly, and felt a little dazed and uneasy, and whispered: "... Your Majesty?"
He didn't know, Mu Zhan couldn't look away at all, and even wanted to lower his head and kiss up along his leg a little bit... Just imagining that scene, he couldn't control his excitement, his heart beat extremely fast, and his fingers were trembling faintly , like a pervert.
Mu Zhan closed his eyes, pulled away the undercurrents in his eyes, and continued to rub Wen Mingyu's muscles casually. If he ignored the time he stayed in each place for too long, he really looked like a professional. personnel.
Although the pressing process was terribly painful, Wen Mingyu couldn't deny that after pressing it, it was indeed a little refreshing, and the muscles felt relaxed.
Mu Zhan let go of his legs, got up to wash his hands, wiped with a jinpa, and sat down beside Wen Mingyu.
Wen Mingyu's feet in the tub moved, feeling a little complicated, but he didn't expect the tyrant to really massage his feet. A stick and a sweet date? He cannot be deceived. The tyrant's brain circuit is abnormal, and he cannot think in the way of a normal person.
However, no matter what, Mu Zhan helped him.
Wen Mingyu raised her head and looked at Mu Zhan with a sweet and sweet smile, "Your Majesty is so nice, thank you Your Majesty."
However, Mu Zhan glanced at him, and said directly, "Isn't it still holding a grudge in my heart, did I not laugh at you just now?"
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head decisively, "No, just a little bit just now, it's long gone."
He stretched out his thumb and forefinger, pressed them together, and then separated them by a very small distance, vividly emphasizing that it was just that.
Mu Zhan snorted, didn't believe it, then suddenly reached out and squeezed Wen Mingyu's cheek, rubbed his thumb, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said slowly, "I can't stand this pain, what are you going to do in the future? manage?"
What do you mean
Wen Mingyu was instantly vigilant, could it be a matter of serving the bed? He'd heard that it was very painful for the first time, and the tyrant didn't seem to be a gentle person. It was useless to beg for mercy, he would definitely be miserable, not to mention the pheromone thing.
Wen Mingyu didn't speak, and only glanced at Mu Zhan's hand touching his face from the corner of his eye.
Mu Zhan: "Disgusting loneliness? It was your foot that I just touched."
Wen Mingyu also knew that he had just washed his hands, but people's psychology is so strange, no matter how dirty they feel, it is unacceptable to touch their feet and then their face.
Wen Mingyu smiled, "How come? Of course not."
"Really?" Mu Zhan's lips twitched, and he pinched his face, like kneading dough, and kneading and playing for a long time.
Wen Mingyu: "..."
I want to hit the dog!
But this is a tyrant in front of him, and he can only bear it.
Mu Zhan pinched it for a while. Seeing that he didn't respond, he felt boring. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "Do you know what Gu was thinking just now?"
Wen Mingyu shook his head.
Mu Zhan suddenly glanced at his legs, and said inexplicably, "Your legs are beautiful."
… so cut it? !
When Wen Mingyu thought of the rumors of those cruel tyrants, her first reaction was this, she couldn't help roaring in her heart, trying to break his dog's legs.
Wen Mingyu smiled: "No, I think His Majesty's legs look better."
"Have you seen it?" Mu Zhan asked back.
Wen Mingyu paused and shook her head silently.
Mu Zhan sighed, "You can't even lie, how can you be so stupid."
Wen Mingyu wanted to say that he didn't rely on the rainbow fart trick to survive, and the Emperor Dog was fooled by being deceived.
Wen Mingyu didn't speak, but she couldn't help but pursed her lips. Then she reacted and said with a smile: "I just think that your majesty is so perfect, so naturally everything is the best."
Mu Zhan touched his head, his tone was very perfunctory, like coaxing a child, "Yes, you are the best at talking."
It made Wen Mingyu feel very delicate.
"What color do you like? I have someone to make you an anklet, which should be suitable for wearing."
Wen Mingyu raised a question mark. You really deserve to be a tyrant. You can ask this question. It's exactly the same as what color sacks do you like. The key is that others are joking, and tyrants can come true.
Wen Mingyu politely declined, "Your Majesty's kindness, I understand it, don't have to be so troublesome."
"what colour?"
Wen Mingyu: "It's really not necessary."
"the last time."
Wen Mingyu was stared at by the oppressive gaze, and immediately persuaded, and quickly said: "Golden!"
Why are you suddenly angry? It's hard to be human.
Only then did Mu Zhan smile with satisfaction, "Gu also thinks you are very suitable for gold."
Wen Mingyu: "..."
Oh, the dog is not as good as your dog.
The author has something to say:
Jade Cub: Better than beasts!
Mu Zhan: Oh, Yuyu is praising me.
Jade cub: I'm scolding you, pervert!
Mu Zhan: The praise is really enthusiastic. (stretches his arms into his arms)
Jade cub: ... woohoo woohoo!