As soon as this thought appeared in Wen Mingyu's mind, he quickly waved his paws to fan out this terrible illusion.
That's a tyrant.
But at the same time, he couldn't help thinking. Since he had been in a coma with a fever for a few days, and everyone thought he was going to die, Mu Zhan's attitude had changed a lot, so much so that he really felt like he was some kind of demon concubine who favored the sixth palace.
He couldn't help but wonder why. Very good - a pet, and the effect of sleeping pills, almost gone, so I became cherished
The tyrant's mind is really hard to guess. After Wen Mingyu thought about it for a long time, she put it behind her head and thought about it. He is not a strategist in the TV series, he takes every step of the way, and he can figure out the other party's mind and plan with just one eye movement. He doesn't pursue much, as long as he can go on, anyway, the tyrant doesn't look like he likes people casually.
If one day, there is such a million-, Mu Zhan likes him, the possessiveness and control will seem a bit scary. It's better to keep it as it is.
Soon, they entered the palace banquet scene.
When the holy car arrived, everyone knelt down and saluted, and only black heads could be seen from above.
Wen Mingyu stood by Mu Zhan's side, watching this big battle, so many people felt even more nervous, and their bodies were a little stiff.
Mu Zhan noticed it and turned his head to look at him, "What's the matter?"
Wen Mingyu whispered, "There are too many people, so I'm a little nervous."
Mu Zhan said without even thinking: "Let them all get out."
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded.
What does this say? Shouldn't he dislike him for being useless and let him go
Tyrant, your character is broken!
And if everyone drives away, how can the banquet go on
Wen Mingyu quickly grabbed his sleeve, leaned over and whispered, "Your Majesty is by my side, I'll be fine."
Mu Zhan looked at him and seemed to think that he was too clingy and coquettish, but he didn't say anything. He allowed him to cling to him, pulled him to sit down in the main seat, and gestured to be flat.
The ministers at the bottom all stood up and glanced at the upper seat intentionally or unintentionally. As early as when they arrived at the scene and found that there was an extra seat next to the emperor's honorable throne, they thought a lot in their hearts. They bowed their heads just now, but the hall was quiet, and they could still vaguely hear vague whispers. They didn't know what they were talking about, but they could sense a sense of intimacy.
They all wanted to know what kind of person could make the tyrant treat him so differently.
After looking at it, they instantly understood that with such a face, it is reasonable for the saint to favor it, but they don't know how long it will last and when people will die.
Such thoughts crossed their minds, but their faces were well covered up.
Mu Zhan announced the opening of the seat.
Because this is a celebration feast, the most important thing is of course that the general came forward to report the record, and Mu Zhan rewarded him.
- A man in a military uniform walked to the middle, with dark skin and a burly figure, kneeling respectfully, like a hill.
He briefly talked about the situation of the battle. In just a few short sentences, the sonorous force made people feel a kind of blood, and they were immersed in the situation and rejoiced in victory.
Mu Zhan did not hesitate to give a bunch of rewards, and he must have rewarded him for defending his family and the country, and for his outstanding military exploits.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reward. I did my best for Your Majesty. After death, this is what the minister should do, and it is the honor of the minister."
Wei Yingwu's voice was like a bell, thick and loud, with bulging muscles and a battle-hardened suffocation on his body, like an evil ghost, which was inevitably scary.
Many ministers were shocked by his voice and their ears were buzzing, and Wen Mingyu was also a little surprised when he sat on it. However, it may be that he has gotten along with the oppressive Mu Zhan a lot, but he is not afraid. He just thought that this general is probably two meters tall, and he feels a little giant.
Wei Yingwu noticed his gaze, looked over, and then his thick eyebrows curved, and smiled naively.
-Seconds changed from a mighty general to a Husky.
Wen Mingyu was amused by the association in his mind.
But soon, Mu Zhan made a sound and diverted Wen Mingyu's attention.
"What you want, Gu Ye ordered someone to prepare it for you, go back and sit down."
Hearing this, Wei Yingwu's eyes lit up instantly, and he was happier than the gold and silver jewels just now, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Xiaoxue and the others have company!"
Wen Mingyu didn't understand this riddle, what was the reward? Xiaoxue? According to the more common in ancient times, shouldn't it be a beauty award
Wei Yingwu has been ordered to sit back to his seat. The big man is sitting in a very spacious position. He has the feeling of sitting on a small bench in a kindergarten.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help but looked at him more, and curiously wanted to ask what Mu Zhan rewarded, but when he turned his head, he saw Mu Zhan staring at him coldly.
Wen Mingyu swallowed her words instantly, picked up the cup in front of her obediently, and took a sip.
He didn't know why Mu Zhan was suddenly angry, but he still picked up his tail and pretended to be obedient.
After a while, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, this juice is delicious."
Mu Zhan was expressionless and said plainly, "Really?"
- Vice is just so indifferent, it is simply the king of professional cold field.
Wen Mingyu didn't care, she put a shrimp ball in Mu Zhan's bowl, laughed and said that it tasted better with shrimp balls, so she lowered her head and ate it.
Of course, performances are indispensable for the banquet. The dancers have enchanting figures, slender hands, and white tenderness like lotus roots. With the graceful dancing posture, under the light gauze, the slender waist that is not enough to hold is looming.
Wen Mingyu had rarely seen such a wonderful performance before, especially when the dancer performed difficult movements, he was amazed - how can a human body be so soft and bend at such an angle? Are there really bones
He was so absorbed that even Mu Zhan, who was beside him, cast his gaze one after another, and the air-conditioning was whizzing, but he didn't notice it for the first time.
"stop!"
Mu Zhan suddenly gave a gloomy order.
The dancers stopped one after another, and the musicians also put away their hands on the strings and knelt down in fear.
"It's so boring."
When these words fell, the dancer shivered like a chaff, her hands and feet became weak, she wanted to beg for mercy, but she was afraid that her cry would make the tyrant even more angry, and she didn't know what to do.
The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the people present didn't even dare to breathe heavily, trying their best to reduce their sense of existence.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help thinking of the first time she saw the tyrant, she was as scared as the dancer. When it is difficult for oneself to protect oneself, of course, it is impossible to be reckless to help others, because that is to harm others and harm oneself. But in the past six months, he has given the tyrant Shun Mao so many times, if possible, he still wants to try to help.
After hesitating for two seconds, he leaned over and whispered, "Your Majesty, aren't they good at dancing? I haven't seen the performance, so I probably won't appreciate it, but it's the first time I can watch it with Your Majesty, I think it looks good, very happy."
Mu Zhan tilted his head to look at him with deep eyes. After a few seconds, he didn't know what to think. He waved his hand and said coldly, "Go back, I don't want to see such a boring performance next time."
The dancer standing in the middle quickly thanked him, and withdrew carefully with the others.
When the courtier saw that the atmosphere was a little slower, he couldn't help but sighed in relief. The prime minister stood up to smooth the game and said, "General Wei, iron-blooded man, this soft dance is normal to look boring. I thought, maybe I can play a polo match to entertain the young talents. What does your majesty think?"
Wei Yingwu, who was busy eating meat and drinking, was suddenly called, and he was a little puzzled. Doesn't he like those dance performances? Not bad. But seeing that they all seemed to need him to dislike them, he reluctantly acquiesced. Polo is fun anyway.
Wei Yingwu took a big bite of meat. But of course, he still looked at the saint.
Everyone was looking at Mu Zhan, but Mu Zhan looked at Wen Mingyu and found that his eyes were bright and very interested, so he said lightly, "Then do it with your heart."
The Minister of Rites responded immediately, saying that it will be done.
After the performers left, the banquet turned into a large-scale chat and entertainment scene.
Those who can occupy a place here are all human beings. It is easy to bring up the topic without being cold, and they can also insinuate and slander the opponent. But today, many people's attention is on the person next to the saint. When they found that Wen Mingyu couldn't get in on the topic they were talking about, they immediately changed it. Tentative.
Wen Mingyu felt something, but pretended not to understand, just talked about literature, and didn't go any further. In this way, it actually gives people a feeling that it is difficult to get started.
Mu Zhan held his chin with one hand and looked at the scene condescendingly.
- A group of old foxes wanted to attack a soft rabbit, but the rabbit just didn't have any scheming, and was not stupid. He was so vigilant that his eyes were rounded, his whole body was fried, and he barked his little teeth and barked fiercely, which actually shocked the old fox. Living.
Mu Zhan thought it was interesting, the corners of his lips hooked down, and inadvertently, his eyes fell on Wen Mingyu's lap, his hands obediently on his knees, his slender fingers protruded a little from his sleeves, covered by the dark palace dress The lining is as delicate as white porcelain. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed the snow white.
Wen Mingyu felt it, and looked over suspiciously, her eyes seemed to be asking what was wrong.
Mu Zhan's surface was very calm, and he couldn't even see that he was doing small movements underneath, as if it was just Wen Mingyu's illusion, but when he looked down, his fingers were obviously caught and played, and it was a little itchy.
At this time, someone just happened to ask Wen Mingyu if she would participate in the polo match, so Wen Mingyu had to look away and answered absentmindedly.
The people at the palace banquet had their own thoughts, some were busy wooing people, some wanted to marry their daughter to General Wei, and some tried Wen Mingyu's details... But no matter what, it ended smoothly in the end.
Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu first left with the courtier's respectful escort, and then the others went home one after another. During the whole banquet, Wei Yingwu had the most comfortable time. He was eating meat all the time, and he didn't forget to pack before leaving.
After returning to the General's Mansion, Wei Yingwu remembered the instructions before going out, and immediately went to Wen Changlan's courtyard. Before entering the door, the loud voice came first.
"Brother! I brought you wine and meat back!"
Said that it was specially packed for my cousin. After sitting down, I started to eat again, and by the way, I said everything that happened at the palace banquet.
Wen Changlan sat in a wheelchair, his brows were handsome and gentle, and he pondered: "Who is next to the saint?"
Wei Yingwu chewed the meat and nodded, "It's even more beautiful than the beauties I've seen before, and she has a good temper. - I've been questioned by those squeamish old men, and I'm not angry. I want to change it sooner. flip the table."
Wen Changlan rarely joked: "There is such a beauty in the Holy One, and it is not like the king will not go to court early, and his determination is not a man."
Wei Yingwu stopped when he was eating, "Can I say this to the sage?"
Wen Changlan: "...No."
"Why? Brother, didn't you tell me to be frank with the Holy One, what should I say, don't you think about it?"
"I say this because the sage is very smart and can see through everything. Unless you are sure that you can play with the sage without being discovered, you can honestly say what you think. The simplicity of your mind is your advantage, and the sage is willing to reuse it. You..." Wen Changlan paused, his eyes were a little subtle, "You can try to get close to that gentleman Wen in front of the Sage, I'm afraid I won't be able to collect your corpse in time."
"What, brother, are you trying to scare me on purpose?" Wei Yingwu didn't take it seriously, "Speaking of which, I don't know why, that Young Master Wen feels like a rabbit to me, and I want to brush my hair when I look at it. I'll go see Xiaoxue!"
The smile on Wen Changlan's face faded, and he suddenly became serious, "Yingwu, remember my words, don't get too close to Mr. Wen."
Wei Yingwu scratched his hair rudely, feeling a little embarrassed, "But I have to play polo in two days, the Holy Master doesn't know whether to play or not, but if Young Master Wen wants to play, I must go with him, he has thin arms and thin arms. Legs, I can't bear to be bullied."
"That's it." Wen Changlan smiled, and it was very meaningful, "You have to help him. It's better to torture those who dare to bully him as badly as possible."
The cold moonlight fell down, casting a cold light on Wen Changlan's face, while the other half was hidden in the shadows, and the gentle tone was inexplicably hair-raising.
Wei Yingwu, who has been brute force but not brainy since childhood, listened to his elder brother Wen Changlan's words very much. Logically speaking, his disposition as a husky should not be so obedient. In fact, when he was a child, he really hated dogs, and he was especially troublesome. Until one time he wet the bed, he tried to blame his cousin Wen Changlan, but he was treated very badly. When he saw his smiling cousin, he just wanted slip. The elders also said that Changlan was able to suppress this little devil.
At this time, Wei Yingwu couldn't help shaking when he saw his brother's smile.
It's not that I want to abuse you, it's my brother who forced me!
The author has something to say: Before, Mu Zhan: I will kill you if I dare to provoke me.
Now, Mu Zhan: What's good about a silly big guy, what's good about a dancer, look at me, look at me.
PS: General Wei is a naive erha friend. He likes the fluffy bunny, a 2-meter fierce man full of girlish hearts, and assists.