Because it is a fake estrus, there is still a certain difference in essence, at least Wen Mingyu's pheromone will not run wild, and the sweet fragrance fills the entire palace, causing Mu Zhan to go crazy and mark him.
Wen Mingyu had never experienced this before, so she could only sort out the physiological knowledge in her memory, then silently let go of the hand grabbing Mu Zhan's cuff, rolled back into the bed, and shrunk herself into a ball.
Although I really wanted to smell Mu Zhan's pheromones more, if I smoked too much and became dizzy, doing something irreversible would be over.
Moreover, it is difficult for him to maintain his human form now.
As soon as he buried his head in the quilt, two fluffy bunny ears popped out from the top of his head, hanging down, blocking half of his face, and it seemed that the bunny ears were a little pink because of the overheating.
Wen Mingyu's body was hot, the end of her eyes were red, her eyes were hazy, wet and dizzy, and her thick long eyelashes were wet and sticky into clusters, messy, as if she had cried, and her lips were slightly open. Kai, exhaling hot breath, the skin down the neck turned red, so uncomfortable that he couldn't help pulling open the front of his shirt.
Before he did anything, he was already bullied.
However, he hid it so that no one could see it.
What Mu Zhan saw was an arched quilt. Just now, he was still being held tightly and relied on, but suddenly he was no longer sticking, and he loosened it neatly, like a scumbag who changed his mind very quickly after using it.
Mu Zhan's face sank, the air pressure around his body was lower, and he reached out and lifted the quilt. He didn't expect that his fingertips would touch a bit of fluffy touch, and it disappeared in a flash, so fast that people thought it was an illusion, and it was easy to ignore.
Looking closely, Wen Mingyu under the quilt looked quite normal, with long jet-black hair, a few strands of which were wet with sweat and stuck to the side of his neck, Mu Zhan reached out, tugged up the strand of hair, pulled it aside, and pointed. When the abdomen brushed against the skin, it caused a shudder in the person below.
Seeing this reaction, Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips suddenly curved a little, and he laughed, as if the hostility all over his body dissipated at this moment.
He got up and left, Zhao Dequan quickly followed, and when he noticed the smile on Mu Zhan's face, he was suspicious and frightened. Wen Gongzi was seriously ill, why did the sage suddenly laugh, did he not care
But then, he saw Mu Zhan wantonly dealing with the spies in the palace, arresting all those with two hearts, and executing them in public.
It doesn't matter who poisoned Wen Mingyu if you don't know. If you want to harm him, even if it doesn't happen this time, there will be a next time. It's all resolved, leaving no chance or risk.
Such a big movement is like a violent storm crossing the border, uprooting, and the palace is more silent than ever, deadly still.
After dealing with this, when Mu Zhan stepped into the Taiji Hall again, night fell and the sky was dark.
The black robe on his body rolled out layers of black waves. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it, but if you look closely, you will find that the color of the hem is a little strange. It is a large area of dark red blood, just in the black red clothes Not so obvious on the robe.
Mu Zhan smelled the smell of blood, frowned in disgust, turned around, and walked to the bath.
It didn't take long for Mu Zhan to come out, still with wet water vapor on his body, and blurred the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, as if everyone had softened.
He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the comatose person on the bed, his body blocked the dark shadow falling from the light, and shrouded the person tightly, like a dark cage.
Mu Zhan sat down on the edge of the bed, the candles in the hall swayed, and the moonlight was shining like milk outside the window, which was extremely quiet.
The only movement was Wen Mingyu's babbling in a coma.
He frowned and let out a vague whimper, like a poor cub being bullied, whimpering, but no one came to save him.
very noisy.
Mu Zhan's face was cold, and his hand fell on Wen Mingyu's head. Such a fragile and troublesome thing can be killed easily.
Suddenly appearing and disappearing suddenly, it affected his emotions, as if playing him between the palms of his hands.
should have killed.
Don't worry if you kill it.
"His Majesty!"
That face flashed in my mind, smiling innocently, brighter than anything else, calling him. There is always a faint fruity fragrance on his body, lingering on the tip of his nose, making him unconsciously relax and fall asleep.
Tomorrow, tomorrow kill him.
day to day.
It's only been half a year.
It should have been killed in the first place, but now it is inexplicably feverish, unconscious, and half-dead, which is even more irritating and disgusting.
Mu Zhan's hand was on top of Wen Mingyu's head, and his five fingers were folded together, revealing a faint killing intent.
At this moment, the man huddled in a ball on the bed suddenly let out a painful groan, sweat oozes from his forehead, his black hair drooped pitifully, his brows furrowed, as if he was trapped in some nightmare, lethargic. Very unstable.
That's what it means to be okay.
Mu Zhan sneered.
That's all, since it has been agreed, then there will be a three-day grace period.
Three days later, before he recovered, he and those trash were all killed.
Thinking like this, Mu Zhan withdrew his strength, and his fingertips brushed Wen Mingyu's hair casually, as if he was gently touching his head to comfort him.
Wen Mingyu really stretched her eyebrows, stopped babbling, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Dequan, who was about to serve the saint in bed, accidentally bumped into this scene. Sheng Shang lowered his eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the movement of touching his head was unexpectedly gentle, not like a tyrant at all. He was shocked, stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses, and hurriedly retreated. Because I was too frightened in my heart, I almost stumbled on the threshold when I went out, so I got out like this.
It was also because of the fast retreat that he did not see that the person on the bed woke up at this moment.
Wen Mingyu opened her eyes, she was hot all over, and her consciousness was blurred by the burning. She only felt uncomfortably hot, and there was a pleasant aroma of wine in front of her eyes, which was full of temptation.
He half-squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand uncontrollably. He grabbed Mu Zhan's palm with both hands, like a small animal, and gently rubbed his face on the back of Mu Zhan's hand. His hot face was cool and comfortable. He opened his eyes and hummed, as if a cub was coquettish.
But after rubbing it for a while, the hand he was holding was pulled away, and suddenly it was empty, and he swooped forward with inertia.
Wen Mingyu was a little dazed, stunned for a moment, then grabbed the fabric in front of him, got up softly, fell into a broad embrace, and then chaotically followed the aroma of the wine, the tip of his nose moved slightly, like a dog hook Hearing it, buried it on the side of Mu Zhan's neck and didn't notice it.
It's cool, I love it.
Wen Mingyu smiled contentedly, her mind was not clear, she raised her head and followed her desire and encountered two soft pieces.
He kissed Mu Zhan.
This intimate touch made Mu Zhan completely stunned, and he froze in place unprepared, motionless.
But after Wen Mingyu did such an amazing move, it was as natural as eating and drinking. After kissing, she lay down lazily, her body was as soft as boneless, her hands and feet curled up like a kitten Usually, he nestled beside Mu Zhan's legs, pursed his lips contentedly, and closed his eyes to sleep.
After taking a big mouthful of pheromones, the tip of the nose was full of the strong aroma of wine, as if the thirsty traveler finally saw the oasis, and poured sweet water into his mouth. Not moving, as if entering the state of a sage.
Satisfied, I don't want anything for now.
Mu Zhan came back to his senses, lowered his head and looked down at the person beside his legs, his eyes were heavy, and he sneered coldly: "Run away after the sneak attack, you are really brave, who taught you?"
Wen Mingyu fell into a drowsiness, closed her eyes, heard nothing, and did not respond.
Mu Zhan was a little unhappy, grabbed him and picked him up, pulled him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed back as if in revenge, aggressively attacked the city, drove straight in, and swept away Wen Mingyu's mouth. Oxygen, kissing people breathless, subconsciously whimpering, struggling to avoid this predatory kiss.
But at this time, his body was hot, and he had no strength. He was sitting on Mu Zhan's lap again, his waist was hooped, his hands were also grabbed, and he had no ability to push back.
After a few pushes, the calf was sore and soft, and the pink toes could only twist the soft mattress uncomfortably, trembling, and the thin white fingertips grabbed the front of the black shirt, causing a bunch of wrinkles. . His face was very red, the end of his eyes were also red, and he was forced to ooze out water droplets, and he looked helpless and pitiful.
His disobedience made Mu Zhan frown, his cool fingertips wrapped around his chin, making him unable to move, and then aggressively deepened the kiss, biting and licking, like a ferocious and rude beast, and Wen Mingyu was completely different just now at the touch of a button, wrapped in a strong possessiveness, as if she was about to swallow someone.
Mu Zhan was only displeased with his sudden little action, and returned it as a punishment, but he didn't expect that when he really touched the softness, he would not want to let go, and greedily seized everything.
When the kiss finally ended, Wen Mingyu's face was already flushed, her heart was beating wildly, she gasped for breath, her body was too soft to exert any strength, she could only lie in Mu Zhan's arms, and she had no strength to move.
Because of the almost rude kiss, his lips were a little swollen, and the color of his lips became darker and turned red, as bright as rouge, and it was still glowing with wet water. Breath, trembling fragilely, like flowers wetted by the rain.
Mu Zhan stared at him with his eyes down. His eyes were very dark, like the sea at night. Beneath the calm surface, there was an undercurrent of danger lurking.
He stretched out his hand, pressed his fingertips on Wen Mingyu's lips, rubbed slowly, rubbed off the remaining liquid a little bit, and then put it into his mouth and licked it, without realizing that there was anything wrong with his behavior. .
Seeing that he was still ill, Mu Zhan planned to put him back on the bed to rest, but he didn't expect Wen Mingyu to stick to him reluctantly, grabbed his hand instinctively, put it on the back of his neck, and murmured. Say: "Touch, touch..."
The voice was too low, and Mu Zhan couldn't hear it clearly for a while, and wanted him to say it again, but Wen Mingyu was very eager, trying to cling to his shoulder, put the back of his neck to Mu Zhan's mouth, and vomited unconsciously. Heat breath, "Hold me, mark me quickly."
Mu Zhan didn't know what a mark was, but he could smell the rich fruity aroma lingering on the tip of his nose, full of temptation, and he heard Wen Mingyu's coquettish urging, with a broken cry in his voice, as if he couldn't stand it, "Bite it. I."
In a strange way, Mu Zhan lowered his head and snapped at the gland on the back of Wen Mingyu's neck, and the liquor pheromone invaded strongly. Wen Mingyu had never been marked, and he didn't know that the feeling was so strong, a little tingling, and then endless numbness, which was very complicated, forcing him to groan uncontrollably and struggled in Mu Zhan's arms. "don't want… "
But Mu Zhan is like a beast that has been hungry for a long time, the neck of the prey will never loosen, Wen Mingyu can only let out a meaningless whimper.
The natural instinct of animals made Wen Mingyu feel the danger, but whether it was active or forced, he took too much pheromone, and the whole person was dizzy, his face was flushed, his body was weak, and he had no energy to guard against. , In the end, he could only close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
Just a second before he fell asleep, his half-squinted eyes seemed to vaguely see that the person in front of him had a pair of horns growing on the top of his head, dark brown, somewhat like a sharp tree branch.
… dragon horns
Wen Mingyu was unconscious, and seemed to be unable to control herself. She reached out her hand and wanted to touch the corner of Mu Zhan's head, but her eyelids were too heavy, her hands were weak, and her fingertips fell off as soon as they touched it, and she fell asleep.
Unusual heat filled the entire curtain, making people feel unbearably hot. Mu Zhan seemed to be infected by Wen Mingyu, and his body was hot and his mouth was dry, but he did not want water to quench his thirst, but was very obsessed with the sweet fruity smell emanating from Wen Mingyu. People eat into the stomach.
The moment Wen Mingyu touched his dragon horn just now, it was even more bizarre, and his mind was not clear.
This pair of dragon horns is actually not unfamiliar to Mu Zhan. It appeared a few times when he was young, and no one else had it. He was called a monster because of it. Later, he killed all those people, and everyone who had seen Longjiao was already dead.
But at this moment, Mu Zhan's first reaction was not murder, but an indescribable longing welled up from the bottom of his heart.
He hugged Wen Mingyu, touched the hot face of the person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his soft lips again, hooked the tip of his tongue, licking and sucking, his posture was like an extremely clingy fierce dog, The claws tugged at the master, almost tearing the clothes to shreds.
Because of the movement, the dragon horn above his head accidentally rubbed Wen Mingyu's forehead, bringing a numbness that he had never felt before.
He has always disliked his dragon horns, but now he has a different feeling, and he seems to be able to accept it. He even wants to use the dragon horns to rub Wen Mingyu and do something even more extreme...
He hugged the person in his arms and bullied him for a long time before putting him back on the bed. He also lay down beside him, with his elbows on the head of the bed, and the other hand tugged up a strand of Wen Mingyu's hair, completely bored. Wrap around your fingers to play with.
For more than half a year, Wen Mingyu has lived in the palace. Although it is a relatively remote palace, compared to the days when the previous life and the original body lived in the Hou's mansion, it can be said that he is dressed in brocade and jade, and his body is much better maintained. It is also very beautiful, soft and supple, like a satin spread on the edge of the pillow, with a light luster.
Mu Zhan played with his hair, raised his eyelids slightly, and said lightly, "You better survive."
The language is really wonderful, obviously wanting the other party not to die, but there is a huge difference between what is said from the mouth of ordinary people and what is said by a tyrant.
The tyrant's words sounded more like a threat no matter what. Maybe people had a desire to survive, but when they heard this when they were confused, they were scared to death accidentally.
Fortunately, Wen Mingyu would fall asleep and hear nothing, lying on the bed like a delicate doll.
The next three days.
Mu Zhan stayed by the bedside when he was not dealing with political affairs, to see how Wen Mingyu's condition was and whether he had recovered. Every two hours, there will be medicines delivered. It is the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor. Although the specific condition of Wen Mingyu is not clear, the precious medicinal materials for replenishing the body can never go wrong.
And these soups and medicines were fed to Wen Mingyu by Mu Zhan himself. He helped the person up, wrapped them in his arms, and fed them slowly with a spoon. The liquid, that kind of gentle action, made Zhao Dequan look like he had seen a ghost.
Zhao Dequan couldn't help it, he stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is precious, so these things should be done by slaves."
Mu Zhan glanced at him coldly, "Are you teaching an orphan to do things?"
"Don't dare, this slave has no intention." Zhao Dequan was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped aside as if his throat had been strangled.
Mu Zhan lightly pressed Wen Mingyu's lower lip with a spoon, put the medicinal liquid in through the gap between his lips, raised his chin slightly with his fingers, and finished feeding the last mouthful of medicine, and threw the spoon back into the medicine bowl. The impact made a crisp sound.
He scratched Wen Mingyu's Adam's apple lightly, saw that he was shaking unconsciously because of itching, and said with a smile, "If you don't wake up tomorrow, I will kill you alone."
Today is the third day.
Zhao Dequan didn't know anything about the so-called three-day appointment. Hearing this sentence, he felt hair on his back and cold sweat. However, even if he knew, he couldn't understand. The love of a tyrant is really not a normal thing.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or luck, but Wen Mingyu was really stuck in the last time and woke up.
When he opened his eyes and saw the familiar ornate bed curtain, he was still thinking, fortunately, he had strong reason and self-control, and he didn't pull Mu Zhan to inhale pheromones, otherwise he might be regarded as someone with a sick mind who dared to offend the saint. Drag out the beheading, then break the mat and throw it at the mass grave.
Wen Mingyu had been lying down for too long, her whole body was limp, she just wanted to get up. He just sat up with the soft mattress swaying, and Mu Zhan just came back down.
Seeing the person who woke up, Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, and his expression quickly returned to calm, walked over, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, as if checking his belongings for a few days to see if they were broken, he raised his hand and pinched his face, and said plainly, "Is there any discomfort?"
Wen Mingyu's face was pinched with a faint finger mark, light red, dotted on the somewhat pale face, becoming alive. He raised his lips and smiled, "Your Majesty is worried, I'm fine."
Mu Zhan pressed the person back to the bed, and ordered, "It's best if it's okay, I don't have the patience anymore, hurry up and bring your body back."
Wen Mingyu was stunned, why was she forced to lie down when she just woke up? He slept for a few days, his body was sore, and he just wanted to get up and move around.
"I think I can move normally."
Like a fish on a chopping block, he bounced twice and tried to get up again, but Mu Zhan pressed him firmly and didn't give him this chance at all.
"Wait until you feel better." Mu Zhan could not refuse.
Zhao Dequan also carefully persuaded: "Master Wen, you are recovering from a serious illness, and your body is weak, don't force it."
Wen Mingyu was a little unlovable. But he wasn't sick at all, it was just a fake estrus, and it was fine after that.
He was forced to act like a salted fish and continued to paralyze on the bed.
The other thing is to say, the most painful thing is to drink the medicine, the kind of traditional Chinese medicine that is boiled with a strong fire and slowly boiled, a big bowl.
Is this really a cure? Isn't it poison that kills people
He is clearly not sick, why should he suffer such inhuman torture? !
Wen Mingyu was forced to be helpless, so she could only hold her nose, pick up the medicine bowl and pour it in, gurgling a few times, thinking that she had finished drinking, opened her eyes and found that there were still three-quarters left, and almost rolled her eyes. past.
The most worrying period of estrus has passed, and he did not expect such a thing to wait for him later. In contrast, it seems that the estrus is not so scary, and it is over, but the pain of this medicine is unbearable!
In the end, Wen Mingyu couldn't hold it in any longer, and decided to hit the potted plants in the yard.
He was going to secretly pour out the medicine.
After branching off the palace servant, he quietly touched the outside, with a dog-like figure, he touched the corner of the wall and started to attack the innocent potted plant.
Pour the medicine bowl, and the medicine liquid flows down and falls into the soil under the leaves, and soon penetrates into it and disappears into it.
Wen Mingyu felt guilty about doing bad things, her hands were shaking a little, her eyes were looking around vigilantly, like a cat who stole dried fish.
But even if he was more careful, he still did not escape.
The first time, the medicine was successfully poured out, but only the second time, he was caught, and it seemed that Mu Zhan was squatting and waiting for him to do bad things.
The faint voice suddenly sounded behind him, making Wen Mingyu's whole body shattered with fright, and her whole body trembled.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Mingyu turned around on a conditioned reflex, put her hands behind her back, and quickly hid the medicine bowl. The smile on the corner of her mouth was very dry and reluctant, "... appreciation, flower viewing?"
Mu Zhan glanced at the brown liquid that his hands were shaking and splashed on the leaves, and said leisurely, "Is it watering the flowers?"
"Ha, ha ha, no, Your Majesty must have read it wrong."
Wen Mingyu bit the bullet and said nonsense, thinking that Mu Zhan's ridicule was so powerful that the damage was not small, and his heart was about to be stabbed into a sieve.
"Think about who taught you archery."
Mu Zhan said something so lightly, turned around and walked into the hall.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and soon understood the meaning of his words, touched his head embarrassingly, followed behind Mu Zhan vainly and cowardly, just like a child who made a mistake and was caught by his parents.
After he walked in, he hung his head and stood slack, his eyes wandering around, but he didn't dare to look at Mu Zhan.
Mu Zhan was sitting, forming a height gap with Wen Mingyu who was standing, but looking at people from the bottom up, his aura was not weak at all, he still had a condescending sense of oppression, and his tone was irresistible.
"I just had the guts to pour the medicine, why don't you dare to look at me alone now?"
Wen Mingyu raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, then looked down at the carpet, resolutely admitted her mistake, with a good attitude and sincerity, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong, I shouldn't throw away the medicine. But the medicine is really too bitter. , can you not drink?"
He's not sick and doesn't need medicine, really.
But Mu Zhan ignored it directly, and let someone bring a new bowl of medicine over. Wen Mingyu smelled it and wanted to turn around and run.
He silently took a small step back and struggled unwillingly, "Your Majesty, I'm in good health..."
"come over."
Mu Zhan ordered and forced Wen Mingyu to sit down beside him.
Wen Mingyu glanced at the medicine bowl, and the strong bitter stench soon filled the whole room, constantly digging into his nose, almost up, feeling that the Tianling cover was about to be lifted.
He pretended to be aggrieved and looked at Mu Zhan with wet eyes, hoping not to drink.
"Your Majesty... woo!"
As soon as his mouth opened, he said two words, and was forced to swallow it back. Because Mu Zhan took the opportunity to pick up a spoon and scoop a spoonful of medicine, and put it into Wen Mingyu's mouth.
Wen Mingyu was directly stunned, so bitter that her eyebrows were twisted together, and her face was wrinkled into a ball, which was extremely pitiful.
"I do not… "
He subconsciously refused, but Mu Zhan seized the opportunity again and took a mouthful of concoction.
Wen Mingyu was completely dumbfounded. She never expected that Mu Zhan would do such a forcible operation. It was simple and rude enough, and he would not give him any chance to respond and refuse.
He didn't even dare to say a word, he kept his mouth tightly shut, and reluctantly swallowed the medicine in his mouth, his tongue was so bitter that he suspected that it was not his own, and tears came out. It's not crying, it's purely physiological tears that come out of suffering.
However, when it fell into someone's eyes, it was like a small animal, with red eyes and tears in tears.
Mu Zhan reached out and touched the corner of his eye, pressed his fingertips lightly, wiped away the tears, and said in a deep voice, "It's useless."
No matter how you listen to it, you are ridiculing and scolding him, even if you drink medicine, you can cry, even a child.
Wen Mingyu was a little dissatisfied. If he was not in good health and wanted to drink medicine, he would definitely drink it with a sigh of relief. The key point is that he doesn't need it, and this medicine is really not something that ordinary people can drink.
"This medicine is hard to drink, really," he stressed.
Mu Zhan disapproved, holding a spoon in his hand, he casually stirred the concoction, and said plainly, "Do you drink it yourself, or continue to feed you alone?"
The tone is gentle, it sounds like it is easy to talk, but in fact, there is no chance to choose at all.
Wen Mingyu understood it too well. Anyway, he had to drink it. The long pain is not as good as the short one. One spoonful is more tormenting, and one mouthful is better.
So, he grabbed the spoon and said fiercely, "I'll drink it myself!"
Mu Zhan wasn't angry either, he just looked at him like a competent drug-drinking supervisor.
Wen Mingyu was about to drink, but inadvertently caught sight of Mu Zhan's too calm eyes, and for some reason, "evil" suddenly came to the side, and a cunning idea came up in his heart.
He moved quickly, scooped up a spoonful of concoction with a spoon, and slammed it into Mu Zhan's mouth in a vengeance. Mu Zhan was unprepared for a while, but he really succeeded.
After Wen Mingyu succeeded, she was like a cat who broke the vase and wagged its tail with a pair of watery round eyes, and said innocently: "Your Majesty, I didn't lie? It's really bitter."
Mu Zhan: "..."
Wen Mingyu peeked at his indescribable complex expression, and wanted to laugh a little in his heart, and couldn't help but say, "However, Your Majesty is the most powerful, I'm definitely not afraid of suffering, or I'm too useless."
Mu Zhan frowned, his expression only changed from bitterness, but he quickly regained his composure, glanced at him coldly, and said warningly, "Do you want to drink medicine, or do you want to drink medicine alone?"
Wen Mingyu smiled ingratiatingly, and quickly fed him a candied fruit to suppress the bitterness in his mouth.
Mu Zhan ate the candied fruit, but he didn't let go of his careful thought just now. He picked up the medicine bowl again and fed Wen Mingyu medicine.
What a great honor to be fed spoon by spoon by His Majesty His Majesty the Emperor.
But the person involved only wanted to cry when he heard Mingyu, but he regretted it very much in his heart.
But after drinking the big bowl of medicine and suppressing the bitterness with candied fruit, he thought that Mu Zhan had been so miserable that he doubted his life just now, and he felt like he was okay. Again, he will do it. Because it's really cool.
Mu Zhan saw that the corners of his mouth secretly curved a little, his lips were full and moist red, and he looked soft and kissable.
Reminds me of what happened a few days ago.
Mu Zhan suddenly reached out and squeezed his chin, making him have to look at himself, "Did you see it then?"
Wen Mingyu looked bewildered.
Mu Zhan: "When you are hot and lonely."
Wen Mingyu's eyes widened instantly, shocked and in disbelief. Wait, is there something wrong with his ears? What did the tyrant say he did
He was so frightened that he stuttered, as if he had forgotten how to speak, "I, that, is Your Majesty joking with me?"
As soon as the words fell, Mu Zhan's face instantly turned cold, "Did you forget?"
Wen Mingyu couldn't help trembling, recalling wildly, for fear that she had leaked rabbit ears but didn't know it. He said weakly: "Your Majesty, I may have been burned out..."
Ask the ignorant to be innocent, okay
Wen Mingyu wanted to cry very much.
Mu Zhan's face was dark and dark, and he didn't look very good no matter what. Wen Mingyu was afraid that she would overturn the car, but after the air was eerily quiet for a while, Mu Zhan turned around blankly as if nothing had happened, and went to approve the memorial.
Wen Mingyu was stunned.
Why did you leave? Did he kiss Mu Zhan
If there is no kiss, why does Mu Zhan make such a joke.
Kiss... If so, why didn't Mu Zhan pursue it? As an emperor, shouldn't he be very disgusted and offended
He didn't understand it, but he didn't think about it subconsciously, and instinctively wanted to escape. Since Mu Zhan didn't say anything, he just ignored it.
For the next two days, Wen Mingyu was left in the Taiji Temple to recuperate.
He knew he was fine, but to others, his unexplained drowsiness and high fever seemed to almost die. Mu Zhan took his condition very seriously. When he said that his body was healed and everything could go back to normal, Mu Zhan still thought he was a weak chicken, a piece of porcelain that could easily be broken.
When Mu Zhan came back, Wen Mingyu was lying on the soft slump, watching Huaben and eating snacks. According to the etiquette rules, he was about to get up and salute, but Mu Zhan came over and pressed him back to the slump to lie down.
Wen Mingyu asked a question mark, very confused. If it wasn't for his legs still moving, he really wondered if he was disabled.
After two days of lying like this, Wen Mingyu was finally able to go back to the palace where he lived.
It's just that his palace has changed.
From a remote and quiet place, it has become the Penglai Hall, which is the closest to the Taiji Hall. It is said that it is the palace where the queens of all dynasties are qualified to live.
Wen Mingyu was at a loss, why did he change his place for no reason? The big palace is more comfortable to live in, but he couldn't understand Mu Zhan's thoughts, which made him very flustered.
There are several times more palace servants, all of whom serve him, one is more respectful and more well-trained than the other.
Wen Mingyu knelt down and worshipped in a big array, turned to look for Mu Zhan, and asked carefully: "Your Majesty, I lived well before, why..."
Mu Zhan asked back, "Don't you like it?"
"No, it's just that I'm not suitable..."
He doesn't have a corresponding status, and living in such a place, he always feels that he will become a demon concubine who will harm the country and die quickly.
Mu Zhan did whatever he wanted, and said directly, "You can live as long as you like, there is nothing suitable or not."
Wen Mingyu wanted to say something else, "But..."
Mu Zhan's expression became a little irritable, "Are you going to live after you have been sealed off?"
Wen Mingyu shook her head vigorously for a moment, her reaction had never been so quick before, "I like it very much, I'll move in now."
As soon as he said this, Mu Zhan's face softened a little and said, "This is a reward for waking up within three days."
Wen Mingyu wondered: "... eh?"
When Zhao Dequan, who was standing by the side, heard this, cold sweat began to drip on his forehead, and he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.
He heard what Mu Zhan said at the beginning. If Young Master Wen wakes up later, he will be executed!
Waking up is all kinds of excellent treatment and grace, and if you don't wake up, you will die. The love of a tyrant is really... He couldn't help feeling sorry for Young Master Wen.
The matter of changing the palace, in the palace, is not as simple as changing a residence. In an instant, like water dripping into hot oil, it boiled and splashed, and the palace was extremely uneasy.
Once again, all the palace servants realized that Young Master Wen's status in the Sage's heart was extraordinary, and their attitude became more and more awe-inspiring, and they almost had to treat him with care as if they were Sages. After all, if you make Young Master Wen unhappy, and the Holy Master knows, it is likely that there will be an unimaginably terrifying end.
The appearance of Penglai Hall is already very magnificent and stunning, and when you walk in, it is even more exaggerated. Treasures of great value can be seen everywhere. Any one will cause a sensation, but here it is like Chinese cabbage and is not taken seriously.
Even if Wen Mingyu didn't know much about appreciating antiques, he could see the value of these things. But Mu Zhan just sent it out, letting Wen Mingyu use it casually.
Wen Mingyu was quite psychologically stressed at first, but Mu Zhan was better. When Wen Mingyu was drinking tea with a gilded porcelain cup, he accidentally scalded the cup, and threw the cup and smashed it on the ground. After the film was completed, without the slightest distress, it was replaced with a more precious sapphire cup.
After a long time, Wen Mingyu saw more of these treasures, followed Mu Zhan to learn bad, and became numb. Looking at them was like looking at things that were sold at a high price for a dollar, and they were very calm and casual to use.
After half a month, Wen Mingyu's body has completely recovered, and even because of drinking too much tonic, her complexion has become healthier than before, red and pink, which is very attractive.
It was also at this time that a banquet was prepared in the palace to celebrate the triumph of the general.
Wen Mingyu also attended and changed into a luxurious palace attire. He has a side hall, which is filled with all kinds of clothes, all of which were tailor-made before. The tailoring of the fabrics is very particular, which perfectly highlights his figure. The zhilan jade tree is as warm as jade, just like a young prince.
Sanxi waited for him to put on layers of clothes and long hair, and his eyes were full of surprise.
He followed Wen Mingyu, walked out of the temple door, and saw the saint who was also dressed.
The moment Wen Mingyu raised her eyes and saw it, she was unconsciously stunned.
On weekdays, Mu Zhan would not wear such formal clothes, and the materials were also very good, but the style of his regular clothes would be much simpler, unlike now, the royal aristocracy was full of style. The cold and bright moonlight fell on him, the night wind blew through, bringing up a few strands of black hair, and the flowers in the yard swayed, as if they were shivering slightly from the cold.
Mu Zhan's back was straight and motionless, and the cold wind at night had no effect on him. His face is expressionless, arrogant and indifferent, and he is completely a born emperor, making people dare not approach one point.
But Wen Mingyu didn't know that when he looked at Mu Zhan, Mu Zhan also looked at him calmly, his eyes were dark, as if he had carved every inch of the person into his eyes, and confined him to his own territory.
They got on the chariot together.
This is the first time that Wen Mingyu has seen so many people in public since he traveled here. He was unavoidably curious and nervous, and under his wide sleeves, his hands clenched secretly.
Mu Zhan saw it at a glance.
When Bu Nian stopped, Mu Zhan went down first, then turned around, and easily pulled Wen Mingyu over, supported his armpits with both hands, and carried the person to the ground.
When Wen Mingyu was still in a daze, Mu Zhan grabbed his arm, went down through his sleeve, grabbed his wrist, and forced his five fingers to slowly stretch out and straighten, and pressed him hard. The crescent marks pressed by the nails are light pink and slightly sunken.
Mu Zhan looked at him, his eyes were dark and deep, as if in a commanding tone: "This is just a small feast, what are you afraid of? You are alone, you don't need to worry about anything, just have fun by yourself."
Wen Mingyu was stunned. In a trance, there was an illusion that he was being protected by a tyrant.
The author has something to say: The jade cub has a fever and kisses someone, but when he wakes up, he forgets it.
Mu Zhan: ... scumbag!