Wen Mingyu and Huo Hongyu got to know each other well. After they became friends, they talked a lot without realizing it, and naturally they would talk about their own affairs.
Because he did not participate in official battles, his family style was simple, and compared with other princes and nobles, the Anning Palace had a much more casual life. In some respects, he was even like ordinary people, without so many rules. It's like, Huo Hongyu got into trouble because of his bad skin, and An Ning started chasing him with a stick. In the upper class circle, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to lose face
Wen Mingyu was amused when he heard him tell a lot of interesting things about the family. Duke An Ning and his wife didn't know that their image was completely ruined by their son.
Huo Hongyu also complained about the birthday banquet held at his house, and his parents gave him nasty pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but he is a scumbag. He has a headache when he reads, why torture him!
"By the way, when is your birthday? Go out and have fun together."
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a while, he really didn't know. He didn't know the original owner's birthday. He was an orphan who was abandoned in the orphanage, and he didn't know the exact date. The dean took the day he arrived as his birthday.
In fact, Wen Mingyu rarely celebrates birthdays. He feels that that day is the same as every other day, it is no different, and it is not important.
Before he said it, Huo Hongyu thought of it first, "The sage will definitely hold a birthday banquet for you in the palace, how can you go out, I'm stupid. Remember to invite me then, I will definitely prepare a surprise gift for you, Guarantee you can't guess anything."
Seeing that he insisted on asking for an answer, Wen Mingyu said, "I'm not on my birthday, so you don't need to give gifts, and the sage didn't say that he would have a birthday banquet."
Huo Hongyu didn't quite believe it. Putting his age in the future, he is indeed only a junior high school student, but in ancient times, it was time to get married in a few years, and it was not that he did not understand everything.
After getting along during this period of time, he could see how much Mu Zhan pampered Wen Mingyu, which was obviously very unusual. He was sure that the sage liked Wen Mingyu, but he just didn't know how deep the feeling was.
Huo Hongyu said seriously: "Let's not say anything else, the sage is really good to you, it's unbelievable. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely think that someone else was talking nonsense. The sage didn't say it, was it because I didn't You know? The birthday is so important, you must live it well. If you tell him, it will be different. I feel that no matter what you say, he will promise you."
Wen Mingyu listened, and subconsciously retorted, "How is it possible."
Do you really regard him as some kind of evil concubine
Huo Hongyu didn't mean to joke at all, and couldn't help but whispered: "I think, in the eyes of the sage, there are only two kinds of people, one is you, and the others are monkeys. Oh no, then we can't be regarded as people."
Wen Mingyu was amused.
There is another point, Huo Hongyu didn't say it, it is very strange that the sage did not give Wen Mingyu the concubine status. Because Shengshang and Wen Gongzi always stay together, he subconsciously thinks that he is a favored concubine, but after hearing the name of Wen Gongzi, he suddenly realizes that he has no status.
Huo Hongyu didn't feel that the sage didn't value Wen Mingyu because of this. Instead, there was a sense that the sage paid too much attention to people, so he felt that this position was not enough, and he had to make a big difference.
In the end, with Huo Hongyu's perseverance, Wen Mingyu said his birthday.
"Isn't that coming soon?!" Huo Hongyu's eyes widened, and he realized that he didn't have time to prepare gifts. This was still in the hunting grounds, so he could only find samples from what he brought. How does this work? Too casual and careless!
He also said, "It doesn't matter if I can come, but there must be a birthday party here."
His tone was extremely determined, as if he could predict the future.
Wen Mingyu laughed.
"If you don't, I'll hold a small game for you, and I'll go back and tell my parents!"
As soon as he finished speaking, people ran away in a hurry, and Wen Mingyu couldn't stop him.
the other side.
Mu Zhan was dealing with political affairs. When he was resting in the middle, he stopped, and Zhao Dequan, who was beside him, immediately served tea and snacks that were just warm enough to eat.
Seeing the delicate pastries, Mu Zhan couldn't help but flash Wen Mingyu holding the peach blossom cake in his mind, his eyes shining brightly, and he was eating it happily.
He also picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
very sweet.
Zhao Dequan saw that the Sage was in a good mood, pondered the Sage's will, followed by saying some pleasant words, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I remember, Young Master Wen likes peach blossom cakes very much."
Mu Zhan responded lightly.
Zhao Dequan added: "Your Majesty is really fond of Young Master Wen. Yesterday, Young Master Wen wanted to eat such an expensive fish, so His Majesty ordered someone to make it. Young Master Wen was very happy to eat it. blessing."
Yesterday, the imperial kitchen used the plump and tender carp to make several delicious dishes, such as sweet and sour pork loin, braised carp, and milky white and sweet fish soup.
The fishbone was a bit too much, but I have to say, it tasted great.
When the palace servants served Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu for dinner, they could not help but spit out the rich and seductive fragrance, and all the greedy worms in their stomachs were pulled out.
Later, the two masters ate it. Zhao Dequan, as the highest-ranking general manager among the servants, gave priority to tasting it. A chopstick was put into his mouth, so delicious that he even swallowed his tongue. He followed the emperor and was fortunate enough to be able to eat the royal meal that the saint had eaten. This mouthful is how much gold you eat.
Before, because of Chi Bibai's bold and vicious words, Zhao Dequan was worried that something would happen to Mr. Wen, but when he saw the relationship between Shengshang and Mr. Wen yesterday, he immediately felt that he was worrying. I really want to get angry, how can I eat such an expensive fish just because I want to eat it.
When eating fish, Mu Zhan ate very little, and almost all watched Wen Mingyu eat it. Wen Mingyu eats attentively, but it is not ugly, but has a kind of free and easy wanton energy, and every move is very straightforward, making people feel that the meal is very delicious and has an appetite.
Moreover, that relaxed and casual eating look is not like sitting in front of a tyrant at all, but next to someone close to him.
Mu Zhan looked at it, and his mood improved unconsciously.
Wen Mingyu was halfway through eating, and found that Mu Zhan hadn't eaten much, so he asked suspiciously, "Does your majesty not like to eat fish? No, I have seen your majesty eat it before. This fish is very delicious and delicious~"
He stretched out his hand and picked up a large piece of fish that was about to be placed in Mu Zhan's bowl, which was still very tender. But when he was about to let it go, his hand suddenly turned in mid-air, clipped it back to his side, and placed it on a clean empty porcelain plate in front of him.
Zhao Dequan was a little shocked and dumbfounded when he saw this scene. Is Young Master Wen playing a trick? So bold!
Mu Zhan didn't react much, raised his eyebrows and continued to look at him.
Wen Mingyu paused, and seemed to have realized that her actions were easy to misunderstand, so she said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment, there are a lot of fish bones."
As he said that, he lowered his head and carefully picked out the fish bones with chopsticks. At the same time, he also paid great attention to keeping the fish flesh intact. After he had picked it all, he picked up the fish flesh and put it into Mu Zhan's bowl, with his eyes bent. Tian smiled and said, "In this way, Your Majesty can eat it directly without worrying about the fishbone. Try it now, it tastes good~"
His eyes are round and bright, wet, like some kind of small animal, when he looks at you so eagerly, no one can refuse.
Under his expectant gaze, Mu Zhan ate the fish, nodded and praised: "It's delicious."
Zhao Dequan noticed the slight curvature of the corners of Mu Zhan's mouth, thinking that he had also picked fish bones for the saint before, and his reaction was completely different. Immediately afterwards, he saw something even more different. The sage also took a piece of fish, picked out the thorns, and put it in Wen Gongzi's bowl.
Zhao Dequan didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to cover his heart, feeling that he was dead.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment when she saw the extra fish in the bowl, then she bent her mouth and smiled brilliantly, "Thank you, Your Majesty~"
He used to think about the picture of his family picking fish bones for him, but he didn't expect that when he traveled here, the tyrant helped him realize it, giving him this kind of simple warmth.
His eyes were slightly sour, he hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to be eating seriously, and stuffed the fish into his mouth.
Maybe it was a little hypocritical, but he really wanted to cry.
Why is Mu Zhan not his father
Dad's age is not right, it's okay to be a big brother...
If Mu Zhan could hear what he said in his heart, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh, and he would use force on the spot, accidentally snapping the chopsticks in his hand.
Because he was thinking about something, when Wen Mingyu was eating fish meat later, he was not careful enough, and suddenly felt a pain in his mouth and was poked by the fishbone.
He frowned involuntarily and let out a pained cry.
Mu Zhan leaned over almost instantly and asked with a sullen face, "What's wrong?"
So embarrassed. I just picked out the fishbone for Mu Zhan, saying that I don't need to worry about being stabbed, but I got caught so quickly. Wen Mingyu felt ashamed, covered her mouth, and did not speak.
Mu Zhan: "A fishbone in your mouth?"
Wen Mingyu was embarrassed to death, but he knew that if he didn't answer, Mu Zhan would definitely not give up, so he nodded tearfully.
Mu Zhan frowned and grabbed his wrist, "Take your hand away."
Wen Mingyu let go according to the words, thinking that he was going to use some method to make him swallow the fishbone, but unexpectedly, Mu Zhan directly pinched his chin and ordered, "Open your mouth and take a look alone."
This, this is not necessary, right
Mu Zhan came over with a look, Wen Mingyu could only hum, and opened her mouth reluctantly, always feeling weird in her heart.
Mu Zhan's handsome face is close at hand, even the eyelashes are clearly rooted, and he can see it very clearly. He has a cold outline, a straight nose, and light-colored thin lips. He has kissed him before...
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Wen Mingyu became. Her whole body was like an exploding hair ball. She hunched her back vigilantly, bared her teeth and screamed fiercely, trying to jump away and run away.
He could even feel Mu Zhan's warm breath stroking his face, causing an unbearable itch that made him want to turn his head away, but his chin was caught by Mu Zhan and couldn't move. Not only that, but after he opened his mouth, Mu Zhan put his finger inside and helped him take out the fishbone.
Mu Zhan had to go deeper because he pierced the cheek meat close to his throat. Wen Mingyu couldn't help widening her eyes, she was shocked, she couldn't help but tense up, she wanted to speak and refuse, but her tongue accidentally touched Mu Zhan's finger, and she immediately retracted in shock.
The time it took to get the fishbone out was very short, but Wen Mingyu felt extremely long, every second was like a year, and every sense of it seemed to be infinitely magnified.
He was caught in a situation where he couldn't advance or retreat, and what he did was wrong. When he wanted to close his mouth, his lips touched Mu Zhan's fingers, as if he was pecking a kiss, and in turn opened his mouth wider, as if he was actively showing his softness. place.
The long eyelashes trembled helplessly, and could only let out a vague whimper, hoping that the torment would end soon.
Finally, Mu Zhan said, "Okay."
Mu Zhan pinched the fishbone between his fingers and took it out.
Wen Mingyu no longer felt any pain, she closed her mouth and pursed her lips subconsciously. As soon as he lowered his head, he could see Mu Zhan's wet fingertips. Wen Mingyu's ears were hot, and he quickly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.
Mu Zhan didn't stop him, he just looked at it like that, and touched Wen Mingyu's red eye with his other hand, and said, "Are you crying in pain?"
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "...No."
But just after he finished speaking, he remembered that he wanted to cry because of Mu Zhan's actions, and it was normal for his eyes to be red. This is even more embarrassing.
Fortunately, after he denied it, Mu Zhan did not ask, but let him continue to eat.
It's just that Mu Zhan took the fish to his side, and he chose the fishbone before giving it to Wen Mingyu. Wen Mingyu was surprised: "No, Your Majesty, I can…"
Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "And then got stabbed again?"
Wen Mingyu was stared at by him, closed her mouth, lowered her head to eat obediently, and whispered, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhao Dequan, who watched the whole process: "..."
He felt really superfluous. In fact, it is entirely possible for him or other palace servants to pick the fishbone, which is what they should do. But how could Zhao Dequan be so ignorant, he stood quietly in the corner the whole time, trying to reduce his sense of existence and acting as a background board competently.
Back to the present.
With a word from Zhao Dequan, Mu Zhan recalled silently, and found that he really made an exception many times because of Wen Mingyu and did many things that he would never have done before, and it seemed that he became less and less like himself. There is no bottom line like this, and he indulges people to be lawless, how can he be like a tyrant.
Mu Zhan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Gu is really letting him go too far. He shouldn't be allowed to be so presumptuous, there are no rules."
When Zhao Dequan heard this, he raised a question mark.
rule? What are the rules? The sage in the palace is the rule, and whatever the sage says is unacceptable. Now that you say that, doesn't the sage feel a little strange and contradicting himself
Of course, Zhao Dequan also thought about these words in his heart, and would never dare to say them.
Not long after, Wen Mingyu came to accompany Mu Zhan for afternoon tea. This is also the norm. When Mu Zhan was working, he often let Wen Mingyu stay by his side, even if he did his own thing.
Mu Zhan pushed the pastry over, and Wen Mingyu naturally picked up a piece and ate it. The picture overlapped with what Mu Zhan thought just now.
After chatting for a while, Wen Mingyu took a sip of tea, and his eyes drifted to Mu Zhan again.
Huo Hongyu said that Mu Zhan was very good to him, and everything was up to him. If he proposed, Mu Zhan would definitely agree.
This is an exaggeration, but after seriously recalling it, I have to say that Mu Zhan is really good to him, and it can be called pampering and pampering.
Of course, Wen Mingyu didn't think Mu Zhan would agree to what he said. It's just that Mu Zhan is much more tolerant of him than others.
Wen Mingyu hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, I was chatting with Huo Hongyu just now."
Mu Zhan's expression was cold and uninteresting.
Wen Mingyu added: "We talked about birthdays."
Mu Zhan kept his face cold, and when he heard "we", the temperature was even lower.
"Does Your Majesty know when my birthday is?"
Mu Zhan is a person who doesn't care about birthdays. He didn't react sharply just now, but he understands it.
"when?"
Wen Mingyu smiled and said, "It's the day after tomorrow."
Mu Zhan was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to be so close.
Wen Mingyu held her chin in both hands, a small flower bloomed, tilted her head, and smiled obediently: "Can I ask Your Majesty for a birthday present?"
Mu Zhan didn't hesitate, nodded and said, "What do you want?"
Wen Mingyu paused, it seemed a little hard to say, she pursed her lips, and didn't say anything for a while.
Mu Zhan: "Say, it's just a gift, I can afford it alone."
"This gift, I'm a little too far ahead, Your Majesty is very busy, let's forget it..." Wen Mingyu hesitated, and finally, under Mu Zhan's stare, said slowly, "I want to eat His Majesty's own hand-made noodles."
"Noodles?" Mu Zhan never expected that it would be such a gift.
Wen Mingyu waved her hand and said quickly, "I just thought of it suddenly, I don't really want it, I like everything your majesty gives me, and your majesty is usually good enough to me."
Mu Zhan directly ignored his words, tilted his head and asked Zhao Dequan, "The birthday noodles are longevity noodles, right?"
Zhao Dequan bowed his head and answered respectfully, but his heart was turbulent. Does the Holy Master mean to agree
If he didn't have amnesia, the sage said just now that he could no longer let Young Master Wen be allowed to do so. He wanted to let him understand the rules. Or cook the noodles yourself! Does it hurt to slap yourself in the face
Mu Zhan ignored Zhao Dequan and said to Wen Mingyu, "Gu can make you longevity noodles."
The tone is very flat, as if this is just a little thing that doesn't care much.
Wen Mingyu was stunned, he just wanted to test it out, but he never thought that Mu Zhan would really agree. Is someone going to make him his own birthday present now? According to legend, the longevity noodles that everyone eats on their birthdays? !
Wen Mingyu finally came back to her senses, with a surprised look on her face, she rushed towards Mu Zhan without thinking, and hugged the bear with a hug.
"Your Majesty is so nice! I like His Majesty very much!"
When I get excited, I don't care about what I say.
Zhao Dequan's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and when he looked up secretly, his heart couldn't help but be sweetened. Although it is out of courtesy, who can refuse such a sweet beauty
Mu Zhan didn't seem to expect that he would say that, his expression was momentarily stunned, and then he hooked his lips and smiled. It's just that ordinary people's smiles are usually bright, sunny, and full of cheerfulness, but Mu Zhan's smile is different, shrouded in a layer of darkness, like a beast that broke through the cage, grabbing the beam of sunlight, and stubbornly hoops. In the arms, crazy and gloomy.
This is what you said, you like me very much, if one day changes...
***
Mu Zhan is a prince with a distinguished status. Logically speaking, he should have never cooked before, but he was not favored. When he was a teenager, he volunteered to go out to battle. On the front line, he ate and lived with a group of soldiers. In the face of life and death, the boundaries of honor and inferiority have long been blurred. It was also at that time that he learned to cook some simple meals.
He went to the imperial pantry, and there was an imperial chef next to him, so a bowl of longevity noodles was not difficult to make.
On the other hand, the royal chef looked terrified, for fear that the saint would be injured in the process of cooking, and his head would not be protected. But what shocked him was that there was a hint of proficiency in the movements of the saint. After he carefully instructed him a few words, he quickly got started, and the finished product was surprisingly good.
The sage not only manages the country well, but also cooks food. What's the use of having him as a cook! The royal chef was hit a lot in his heart.
Of course Mu Zhan wouldn't care about the fluctuations in the royal chef's heart.
When he was cooking noodles, a small head peeked out from the door of the imperial kitchen, and his hand was clawing at the door, revealing a pair of round eyes, and the dog gave a sneaking glance.
Wen Mingyu was very concerned and couldn't sit still, so she ran over.
He's not worried that Mu Zhan's cooking is not delicious. The first bowl of longevity noodles in his life, no matter how it is made, he will eat it seriously.
He was just a little worried, if Mu Zhan had never cooked before, would something go wrong. At the same time, I also wanted to see what Mu Zhan looked like when he was cooking noodles. It was a birthday present for him.
Wen Mingyu just wanted to take a sneak peek, but he didn't expect that Mu Zhan was so keen, he just took a peek with the probe and noticed it.
Mu Zhan raised his eyes and glanced over, met him, and said, "Come in."
Wen Mingyu's fingers clawing at the door unconsciously pinched it, and dawdled for a while as if embarrassed, but she passed by obediently.
Walking to a place very close to Mu Zhan, he stopped and watched curiously and seriously.
The royal chef couldn't help but peeked at this man several times. He heard a lot of rumors, but it was the first time he saw the real person. Before, he still found it difficult to understand, how could the sage fall in love with a man so much, and when he really saw someone, he would instantly understand.
Beauty does not distinguish between men and women. It is really beautiful to a realm, and anyone who sees it can't help but feel good.
No wonder the Sage is willing to cook by himself.
The royal chef felt that he had witnessed a story comparable to a storybook.
It takes a certain amount of time to cook longevity noodles, but both Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu were very patient, staring at the pot attentively. That way, the royal chef couldn't control his attention and became nervous. This bowl of noodles must be a success!
Finally, the longevity noodles came out.
Steaming hot and foggy, the noodles are neatly placed with bright red beef, next to green vegetables, the soup is rich and fragrant.
Wen Mingyu sat down and picked up his chopsticks to eat. The noodles absorbed the beef soup, and the noodles were delicious and gluten. It was very delicious.
Wen Mingyu lowered his head to eat, and Mu Zhan sat aside and took two bites, but he was almost always looking at him.
The hot noodles were eaten into the stomach, very warm, and there was an indescribable feeling, rising in the heart, and quickly filling the entire chest.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help thinking.
he looks like…
A little reluctant to leave.
The author has something to say: Tyrant: Gu won't let him be like this anymore.
Yuzai: I really want to eat longevity noodles OvO
Tyrant: Okay, I'll cook it for you.
What a domineering and cruel tyrant~
PS: It's about to drop the horse~