The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an O

Chapter 24: wine

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Days are the same as before, taking classes, writing homework, secretly writing scripts, and blowing rainbow farts to tyrants.

Wen Mingyu slowly got used to the current life. Compared with the anxiety and fear when he first entered the palace, it was very different. Even Sanxi, who was by his side, became bolder and smarter, not as timid as before.

Very rarely, Mu Zhan would check Wen Mingyu's homework on a whim, and then bluntly point out all the problems inside. Wen Mingyu bowed her head and was reprimanded, like a child who did something wrong. She was a little dissatisfied, but she listened carefully, and she changed it later.

Today, Mu Zhan also took his schoolwork to look at, saying that it made Wen Mingyu doubt his life and felt that what he wrote was a piece of shit. Two days ago, Dr. Gong just complimented him. Are they all polite words

Wen Mingyu leaned over reluctantly and looked at Mu Zhan eagerly, "Your Majesty, is there nothing worth bragging about on this?"

With that little look, he almost wrote pleading and praise on his face.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes to look at him, and he put down some rice paper and said plainly, "Words have improved, especially these two words."

Wen Mingyu looked down and found that he was referring to Mu and Zhan. Mu Zhan's name was taught by himself. He wrote it countless times, and it's no wonder that he couldn't write it well. So in the end, is Mu Zhan bragging

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips, feeling a little emotional, thinking that she would write a script at night and arrange for someone to put a sack to beat Mu Zhan.

Of course Mu Zhan noticed his expression, half-smiled, put down the paper, turned and walked away.

Wen Mingyu followed subconsciously, like a small tail, falling behind tightly, sticky. Mu Zhan stopped suddenly, and he almost bumped his head into his back.

"What are you doing with Gu?"

Wen Mingyu raised her head with a dazed look on her face. She blinked twice, looked at him, and then looked at her legs before realizing what she had done. Yes, why did he follow Mu Zhan? are you crazy

"You've been quite clingy these days." Mu Zhan stared at him, not knowing what it meant.

Wen Mingyu thought about it for a while, and it seemed to be a little bit. Could it be that he had a tumor in his brain or something, causing a mental disorder, so he was out of control and made these weird actions.

He scratched his face in embarrassment and laughed dryly, "... It seems to be true, I followed Your Majesty unconsciously, then I retire first?"

Mu Zhan said indifferently, "No need for lunch?"

It's okay not to say it. As soon as he said it, Wen Mingyu felt hungry and seemed to hear a growl. Mu Zhan's meal here is many times better than his.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help swallowing, "Then I'll stay? Can I?"

Mu Zhan was noncommittal, that is, acquiesced.

When it was time for lunch, the palace servants filed in, put the luxurious and exquisite delicacies on the table, and then quietly retreated.

Wen Mingyu sat beside Mu Zhan and ate with relish.

As he was eating, he could vaguely smell the aroma of wine and pheromone on Mu Zhan's body, and the feeling became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for people to ignore it. He couldn't help moving his nose, and frequently cast his eyes on Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan glanced at him, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Mingyu bent her lips and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I want to drink some fruit wine, can I?"

"Are you sure?" Mu Zhan asked back.

After Wen Mingyu got drunk last time, he said not to drink again.

But this time, Wen Mingyu was really too greedy, and suddenly felt that Mu Zhan's wine pheromone smelled very good, I really wanted to get closer and closer, and I could not wait to post it. However, his reason was still there, so he wanted to find some alternatives to satisfy his cravings.

He stretched out two fingers, opened a slight distance, and emphasized: "Just drink a little."

Mu Zhan didn't restrict him from drinking, but he was rather happy to see him drunk, so he asked Zhao Dequan to bring the wine over.

Wen Mingyu also knew that it was not good for him to be drunk, so he took a sip of wine and drank a small glass of wine. He ran out of lunch and didn't drink it to the end. However, her face still turned red, as if she had been smeared with rouge, and her lips were also glowing with water.

He half-squinted his eyes, enjoying this slightly drunk state, his mind was still clear, but he was a little dizzy, like soaking in a hot spring, ups and downs, strangely comfortable.

Mu Zhan glanced at him, stretched out his hand and poked his forehead, like teasing a puppy, and said lazily, "Are you drunk?"

Wen Mingyu tilted her head, squinted her eyes, bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and said with a smile, "No~"

Mu Zhan tutted lightly, a little displeased.

Although he was not completely drunk, alcohol did have a paralyzing effect, and he was not as rational and sober as before. The smell of wine that he was so greedy for was in front of his eyes, and it radiated continuously from Mu Zhan's body. He couldn't help but rolled his throat and swallowed. He leaned a little closer, then a little closer, took a sneak sip, and quickly backed away cautiously.

The mind still remembers that Mu Zhan is dangerous, and he can't get too close.

But it smells really good.

He couldn't help but took another sip, and lowered his head to savor.

He thought he was very careful and secretive and would not be discovered, but Mu Zhan saw all his small movements, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little unpredictable. When Wen Mingyu came over again, he rudely stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his neck, like he was carrying a kitten.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Mingyu's eyes widened immediately, like a frightened little animal, pursing her lips tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, she was panicked and at a loss.

The glands were touched and were very sensitive. He didn't dare to move at all. He tilted his head and smiled with an innocent face. He pointed to the wine glass and said softly, "I want to drink..."

Mu Zhan stared at him for a while, then let go of the back of his neck, as if letting him go, without investigating him for peeking and suspected of sucking himself.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the wine glass, not daring to be greedy, pretended to hold the edge of the glass, and took a sip. The long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the small loss in his eyes. This fruit wine doesn't smell as good as Mu Zhan's.

At night, Mu Zhan ordered Wen Mingyu to stay, and he did not go back, but slept on the dragon bed with Mu Zhan.

It's not the first time to sleep in the same bed. Wen Mingyu has long been used to it. Although it is not as comfortable as sleeping alone, she can fall asleep faster.

However, today is a little different.

Maybe because of drinking, Wen Mingyu was a little hot, and couldn't cover the quilt. Halfway through her sleep, she kicked the quilt away, and accidentally kicked Mu Zhan's waist, which woke him up. He didn't feel anything, he still slept with his stomach open.

In the darkness, Mu Zhan opened his eyes and stared coldly at the person beside him with a dark face. If the eyes can be turned into reality, Wen Mingyu must have been stabbed to death by now. But the fact is that Wen Mingyu slept very deeply, and didn't feel any danger at all. With his hands and feet spread out, he slept like an open cake, soft and exuding an attractive fruity fragrance.

It's autumn now, the weather is getting cooler, and the temperature is lower at night.

After Wen Mingyu kicked the quilt, she slept for a while, then felt cold, and unconsciously shrank into a ball, closed her eyes and reached out to find the quilt, but only caught a ball of air, her thin white fingers curled up and moved, watching Look pitiful.

And Mu Zhan, who was awake at the moment, still had the vague pain of being kicked just now in his waist. He was very kind without asking someone to drag Wen Mingyu out and chop it up. A dignified tyrant, naturally, it is impossible to help people make a quilt.

Mu Zhan glanced at him, then looked away indifferently, ignored it, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

As a result, Wen Mingyu developed a high fever the next day.

The author has something to say:

Jade cub: stare (a_piece)—

Mu Zhan was expressionless and looked away silently, as if he was a little guilty.

When you can't help sticking to someone, your eyes always follow the other person.

Others blushed and thought: Do I like him? o(*///▽///*)q

Yuzai (serious): I may have a tumor in my brain, so I'm acting so weird.