Perhaps it was during the day that he talked about the past, but at night, Mu Zhan actually dreamed of the past.
At that time, he was not like the tyrant that everyone feared now, with monstrous power, but was just a thin and useless child, so fragile that anyone could kill him. But the biggest danger came from his biological mother, Concubine Shu.
Because of Concubine Shu's order, he was stubbornly held in the pool by the palace servants. The water was extremely cold, seeping into the cracks of the bones, causing him to feel pain all over his body and trembling uncontrollably. He struggled to get up, but was pushed down again and again, the water submerged his chest, poured into his nose and nose, rushed into his trachea and lungs, forcibly squeezed out the little remaining oxygen in it, and the depression and breathlessness that he could not breathe. The dull pain overwhelmed him.
He lost his strength, stopped resisting, and let himself sink into the cold water.
Slowly, the ice water turned into dirty black mud, sticky and smelly, swallowing him little by little, becoming a part of the darkness, and integrating with the mud, his body is slowly disappearing...
Suddenly, in the rotting smell, a faint fruity scent suddenly rushed in, sweet, obviously not here.
Mu Zhan, who was almost devoured by the mud, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red with scarlet blood, looking for the source of the fruity fragrance, and forcibly climbed up slowly from the black mud, as if he had climbed out of hell. The Asura evil ghost, his face was pale and gloomy, his body was dirty, and his whole body seemed to be completely rotten.
He was dragging his heavy legs, and countless dry, rotten, severed hands below grabbed him, trying to pull him down the abyss. Every step was extremely difficult, exhausting all the strength of the whole body, the body trembled uncontrollably, and the pain pierced into the bones, as if the soul was being roasted.
He was full of rage, and his whole body was on the verge of madness. He was only full of slaughter, wishing to destroy everything.
But at this moment, a fruity fragrance suddenly rushed into his arms, soft and warm, making him stunned for a while, and his body froze...
Mu Zhan opened his eyes and woke up from a nightmare.
There were more people in his arms, Wen Mingyu fell asleep, rolled over at some point, slipped into his arms skillfully, and found a comfortable position.
Mu Zhan's eyes were dark and deep, and at night, like the eyes of an evil spirit, they stared at Wen Mingyu gloomily.
Since half a year ago, he once pulled Wen Mingyu to bed and let him sleep beside him. After that, he would let Wen Mingyu sleep with him every once in a while, and the time interval was getting shorter and shorter. more frequently.
Wen Mingyu is like an addictive poison to him. It has a fatal attraction and makes him want to hold it in his hand. At the same time, reason makes him choose to stay away. What's more, Wen Mingyu should be killed. .
Sleeping peacefully because of a person, irritability can be calmed, it is too stupid to tolerate a person having such a big influence on him.
He should have killed Wen Mingyu.
keep what to do.
Why not kill it.
Mu Zhan raised his pale and cold hand and slowly landed on Wen Mingyu's neck. It was a very beautiful swan neck, slender and fragile, and could easily be strangled to death.
Wen Mingyu fell asleep, not aware of the danger at all, but because of the coldness on his neck, he couldn't help shrinking, and subconsciously drilled into Mu Zhan's arms to find the heat source.
The soft and fragile prey foolishly bumped into the fierce beast and took the initiative to send it to the door.
Even, he unconsciously arched towards Mu Zhan, rubbing against his fluffy head, making it slightly itchy.
The sky just showed a little fish maw white.
Wen Mingyu rolled over, opened his eyes in a daze, and met Mu Zhan's face without any precaution. His deep and dark eyes stared at him without making a sound, and he didn't know how long he stared like this.
Wen Mingyu was taken aback and asked in doubt, "Your Majesty is going to court?"
Mu Zhan said coldly, "Have a rest today."
Wen Mingyu snorted, her eyelids were fighting, drowsiness came quickly, she yawned, stretched out her hand and patted Mu Zhan's arm softly, and said coaxingly, "Then go to sleep."
Mu Zhan stared at him deeply, without any intention of sleeping.
Wen Mingyu glanced at it and was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to cover Mu Zhan's eyes and said softly, "Close your eyes, you will fall asleep soon, darling."
After he finished saying this, he fell asleep in seconds. Mu Zhan tore off his hand covering his eyelids, and a touch of sweetness burst into the tip of his nose. He stared at the slender and beautiful hands in front of him, which were even whiter and more delicate than the milk cakes made in the imperial kitchen, making people want to take a bite.
Mu Zhan really did this, as if he really tasted the sweetness, which was much more delicious than the sweetness of court desserts. Wen Mingyu feeds him snacks, it is better to bring himself here.
The fragrance of fruit spread inside the curtain, Mu Zhan smelled it, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep again. Over the years, it was extremely rare to get up late. Zhao Dequan thought that the Sage was ill and worried, so he cautiously came in to see, but only saw a hazy figure in the tent, the Sage was holding a person in his arms, sleeping very deeply.
Zhao Dequan was stunned for a moment, and immediately retreated silently as if he had not seen anything.
Although it is a day of rest, civil and military officials are on vacation, but being an emperor may not necessarily be able to relax. When he fell asleep, Mu Zhan got up to wash and change clothes, and after breakfast, he began to deal with political affairs.
Wen Mingyu was also busy with her schoolwork, but instead of going back to her study, she was asked by Mu Zhan to stay beside her. So his schoolwork was sent to the imperial study by Sanxi.
Wen Mingyu was focused, and as soon as he started something, he was very devoted and could sit for several hours without moving. He lowered his head and concentrated on writing. After writing the two copies, he put down the wolf cents, tilted his head unconsciously, raised his hand to hold his neck, felt particularly sore, so he took a break and kneaded for a while.
At this time, he remembered the book he read yesterday, the story of the scholar and the noble lady.
The words are not elegant classical Chinese, but common vernacular, which is very suitable for watching and relaxing. Because it is telling a story for people to listen to, it is natural to have plot twists and turns that are fascinating. It's just that it's still at the stage where the storybook has just developed, and there are not many types of themes, and it seems that they are all those kinds.
Wen Mingyu looked fresh at first, but after more, he figured out the routine, and he could guess the next direction and end by looking at the beginning, and he felt a little boring. At this time, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, if there is no food, then he will produce it himself.
He came up with the idea of writing a script. I didn't think too much about it, I was just interested. The biggest inspiration is Mu Zhan. If you are often so angry with this guy, and you can't take revenge at will, then write a storybook and vent it.
So, in his spare time, he read the script and adopted a research mentality on how to write. After he had an idea, he secretly wrote and played with it.
If the tyrant is written into the text and abused, of course, he will not be the protagonist, but will be labeled as the villain. If nothing else, Mu Zhan's temperament doesn't look like the protagonist no matter what.
How to abuse
First of all, the villain is particularly unlucky, as if he is possessed by a poor god, and he will never have money in his hands. At most, he can only have one copper plate, and he cannot afford a string of candied haws. The family's old house collapsed, but fortunately no one was injured. Because of lack of money, his parents sold him to a local wealthy businessman as a servant.
The biggest difference between the villain and the protagonist is the halo, which is also filled with arrows.
Because of bad luck, the villain has a high rate of hits, and has developed a good skill. He is favored by the housekeeper and selected as the guard of the young master.
The young master has been doted on since he was a child, pampered and pampered, and his body is delicate and expensive. Therefore, he has raised a bit of willful arrogance and love to play, and he is a well-known little scoundrel in the capital.
The young master hates restraints, and of course he doesn't like the newly added guards, who prevent him from going out to play. Throw it back to the butler.
Pouring tea is too cold and too hot, pinching your shoulders is too weak to find the position, waiting for changing clothes is clumsy, sweeping speech is not clean... All kinds of eggs are picky, and the villain is instructed to turn around.
When writing this paragraph, Wen Mingyu was extremely happy to write, as if she really tossed the tyrant around in reality, she couldn't help but laugh.
After playing a bit, I felt that it was almost done, and Wen Mingyu continued to write.
The young master wanted to drive people away, but the villain just didn't get used to it at first, but soon became neat and completed the orders very well. It is not easy for the young master to find faults.
So, the young master changed to another method—buying.
Benefit the new guard, draw him over, and then help yourself cover and sneak out to play. The young master stuffed the villain with a golden leaf and winked at him. As a result, the villain glanced down with a blank expression, and returned the golden leaf.
The young master was stunned, he never thought of it, is there anyone who doesn't love money
The little servant on the side came over and said what he had heard, this person has extremely poor fortune. The young master was surprised and curious, and immediately shoved the golden leaf to the villain and asked him to take it away. Seeing that he was unwilling to give up, the villain did as he did. As a result, just two steps away, a little yellow dog sprang out of nowhere, quickly snatched the golden leaf, and ran away without a trace.
The young master felt that this might just be a coincidence, and he didn't believe in evil, so he handed over another piece. The villain took a few steps and suddenly fell, and the golden leaf let go, flew out, and fell into the lake. The villain got up from the ground, his face remained unchanged, and he calmly patted his clothes, as if he was used to it, and he was not surprised.
This time, the young master believed it, and at the same time, he was very bluntly curious and puzzled: "You can't hold any money in your hand, how did you live to this day?"
The villain instantly felt an arrow in his heart, and the pain was terrible.
However, the young master's words were not malicious or ridiculed, but were genuinely confused. This is still his little master. He lives in the mansion, and the job includes food and housing, and the salary is good. He can't kill the master.
The young master looked at him for a while, then smiled, his beautiful eyes curved into crescents, "What a rare person, you can follow me in the future."
The villain looked up. The young master in the sun, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, clear and clean, with a strong youthful air, at first glance, he has never suffered hardships, like a blank sheet of paper.
He was recognized by the young master. The housekeeper beat him on purpose, saying that he would be the young master's person in the future, and he must be absolutely loyal, and even if he used his own body as a shield, he must ensure the safety of the young master.
The villain lowered his eyebrows, his face was calm, and he seemed to be thinking about something. After being reprimanded by the butler, he looked up, and the dark and deep eyes made the well-informed butler shiver.
The villain said flatly: "I see."
After that, he would follow the little master every day, accompany him to play cats and dogs, and clean up the mess for the little master.
After starting to write the storybook, once Wen Mingyu was angry with Mu Zhan, he let the villain drop the money and collapse the house, and was beaten by a sack.
He wrote very well, so excited that both legs under the chair could not help swaying, and almost fell backwards, but fortunately, he grabbed the table quickly and barely stabilized his body. After regaining his senses, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. So cool.
Every time he finished writing, he pouted and blew on the paper to let the ink dry quickly, then folded the paper, carefully stuffed it into the dark compartment at the head of the bed, and covered it with something else to avoid being caught. Find.
Although even if someone saw it, they would not necessarily contact Mu Zhan, but after all, this is his novice work, and it would be too shameful to be discovered.