Unexpectedly, Mu Zhan really held a birthday party. Because of the time problem, it was arranged in the palace. Instead of making a lot of arrangements and letting too many idle people attend the banquet, the banquet was spoiled. Instead, only those who had a good relationship with Wen Mingyu were invited.
Wei Yingwu, Wen Changlan, Huo Hongyu, etc. There were not many guests, but the atmosphere of a birthday banquet was well preserved.
And although there are few people, but the venue layout, food, water and wine, everything is impeccable, almost comparable to the prince's birthday. Anyone with a discerning eye can see how much attention is paid to the birthday star of this birthday feast.
In the interstellar era where Wen Mingyu was in the past, because of the nutritional supplements, it was very convenient to absorb the nutrients needed by the human body, resulting in a sharp decrease in the number of chefs, and the price of normal food became much higher, at least it is impossible for children in orphanages Eat whatever you want.
Children who have a family can act like a spoiled child to their parents, saying that the nutritional supplements are unpalatable and want to eat candy. After they cried for a while, their parents would immediately go to coax them and stuff them with candy to eat.
And Wen Mingyu, naturally, there is no one who can make him coquettish.
"Have you ever eaten cake? You don't have to guess. You don't have parents. Who will buy it for you? It's pitiful."
On his birthday at the same table, he brought a cake over, cut it up and distributed it to the classmates in the class, but not Wen Mingyu. Because Wen Mingyu didn't copy the answer for him during the exam, the tablemate thought he was arrogant, obviously just an orphan who no one wanted.
Hearing this, Wen Mingyu's head was buzzing, and suddenly, like an annoyed wolf cub, he jumped up and scuffled with the boy.
In the end, the trouble came to the teacher, and the parents were invited. Wen Mingyu had no parents, so it was the director of the orphanage who came.
The parents at the same table looked at their children's injuries with distress, and asked the teacher for an explanation, protecting their children like chickens and saying that they must never let their children be bullied.
Wen Mingyu saw that the very arrogant tablemate in the classroom was now held in his arms by his mother, coaxing her baby.
Naturally, the dean wanted to turn the big things into small ones, so he asked Wen Mingyu to apologize.
After this incident, Wen Mingyu understood that he couldn't make trouble, he was bullied, and he tried his best to avoid it and think of other ways, so he couldn't go back. This may seem cowardly, but it is the best way, after all, he has no confidence to act recklessly, and no one will stand behind him to help him.
And now, he actually had a birthday party of his own, got blessings and gifts from friends, and the table was full of delicious food.
He ate a lot of things better than cake.
When he grew up, he bought a small cake with the money he earned from his part-time job, dug up a spoonful of sweet cream and stuffed it into his mouth. The taste was good, but it was not as amazing and delicious as he imagined.
He didn't understand until he ate the longevity noodles made by Mu Zhan.
What he wanted was not a cake at all, but someone remembering his birthday and celebrating his birthday.
After the birthday banquet, Wen Mingyu felt that something was wrong with him.
In the past, when he read novels, he saw that the protagonist's heart collapsed, and he still couldn't understand, how can a good organ collapse like an old house, is it a bean curd project? I always thought it was a weird description.
But this time, he seems to have experienced that feeling. If the atrium is described as a solid fortress, he has obviously been breached by a small corner now, and if this goes on, the enemy army is likely to invade it.
Wen Mingyu was a little flustered, but she still tried to cover it up on the surface, smiling sweetly at Mu Zhan as before, it seemed that there was no difference.
The royal hunt is coming to an end, preparing for the final banquet, and will return to the palace in two days.
Mu Zhan was very busy, and sometimes the meal time was postponed, as if he was discussing something.
Mu Zhan asked him to eat first, and then came back after work. When there were only the two of them, he said in a deep voice, "Recently, you have been staying by Gu's side as much as possible."
Wen Mingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood that something must have happened.
It was not long after he crossed over, and when he heard such news, his first thought must be that he could escape while he was in the chaos, but now, he actually thought about whether Mu Zhan would be in danger.
Wen Mingyu felt that she might really regard Mu Zhan as her family.
Wen Mingyu nodded in agreement, but he couldn't sleep that night because Mu Zhan was sleeping beside him. He tried very hard to restrain himself from tossing and turning, but Mu Zhan could still hear the unsteady breathing.
After a while, Wen Mingyu felt her waist tighten and was pulled into a broad and sturdy embrace.
Mu Zhan put his arms around him, patted him lightly twice, and said coaxingly, "Go to sleep. Don't worry, be alone, I won't let you have any trouble."
Probably thought he was uneasy about what was about to happen.
Wen Mingyu wasn't thinking about this, but he had to admit that after Mu Zhan's reassurance, it really worked. After a while, he closed his eyes, snuggled into Mu Zhan's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
At the banquet at the end of the hunt.
Song and dance performances, taking turns to compete, drinking and eating meat, and rewarding the nobles with the highest hunting achievements are grand and lively, but in the eyes of those in the know, it is the peace before the storm, and danger will soon come.
Sure enough, halfway through the banquet, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
People fell down one after another, as if they were drunk, but so many people fainted almost at the same time, which was obviously not normal.
Someone put medicine in the food and drink.
An army in armor, armed with weapons, broke into the palace.
This is the remnant party of the former prince. In the name of the former prince's posthumous son, he initiated a palace change, and the orthodox blood of the royal family is much more justifiable than Mu Zhan killing his father and killing his brother to ascend to the throne.
They conspired to buy off the people in the palace, and while Mu Zhan was here, the guards were not as tight as the palace, and they led troops to break in to force Mu Zhan to step down from the throne.
But Mu Zhan sat there, his expression unchanged, and there was no panic on his face, as if he had expected this a long time ago.
The leader was about to rush forward with his sword in his hand, when Wei Yingwu led a group of janitorial guards swarming out and surrounded the rebels. They were majestic and orderly, and they were clearly prepared.
The leader's complexion suddenly changed and it was extremely ugly. How could they not understand at this time, they were caught in the urn.
With the deterrence of the Praetorian Guards, even if they resisted, it was of no use.
This so-called betrayal forced the palace, after all, is just a joke.
As soon as they made a move, they were escorted by the Janissaries and forced to kneel on the ground.
Mu Zhan looked at them condescendingly, his face was calm and indifferent, not like the emperor who had just experienced the crisis of palace change.
The rebels knew that they had to die, and they didn't beg for mercy. They were pinned to the ground. They were also arrogant and rude, and they didn't want to die too cowardly.
He shouted, Mu Zhan was cruel and unkind, killed his father and seized the throne, and he couldn't die. When he reached Huangquan Road, all the evil spirits were waiting to tear him apart and swallow him, and he would go to eighteen layers of hell.
Mu Zhan listened to his crazy words, but he didn't get too angry, but said casually: "You guys are too slow, Gu deliberately arranged a few good opportunities, but failed to seize them, so I still want to start the palace change, How many days will you have to sit in this position?"
The fluttering words did not contain much emotion, but the light sarcasm hit the nail on the head, and the person who was lying on the ground jumped abruptly with anger, but was quickly pushed back to the ground by the Janissaries.
It was natural for him to be so annoyed. After all, the palace change they thought would be successful ended as soon as it started. Mu Zhan had anticipated everything, prepared the pit, and waited for them to jump in.
What an insult.
But soon, he felt no insult.
because-
Mu Zhan coldly ordered, "All traitors, be executed."
Directly condemned their fate, capital punishment, and public execution.
The medicines that were put into the wine and vegetables had already been discarded, and it didn't take long for the ministers who fainted to wake up one by one.
Then, when he opened his eyes, he saw the execution scene.
Blood splattered all over the place.
The strong fishy smell is pungent and nauseating.
Tormented by sight and smell, a burst of fear surged in my heart, and my body shuddered.
Especially at this time, Mu Zhan directly named the names of the two ministers, and said lightly: "Accomplices, kill them together."
Both of them turned pale and wanted to deny that they knelt down and begged for mercy, but Mu Zhan had ironclad evidence that they could not tolerate their sophistry.
Even if the rest of the ministers had their thoughts floating, they were all shocked at this time, and they dared not have any ideas unless they were killed. They bowed their heads and stared stiffly at the execution scene without making a sound.
On the most honorable seat in the center, Mu Zhan held his cheek with one hand, his face was gloomy and violent, his eyes were dark and dark, so dark that it seemed that no living thing could be reflected, and it was cold and infiltrating.
There seemed to be an invisible line in front of him, cut in half, isolating the light from the outside, leaving only shadow and darkness, surrounded by countless pale and rotten hands, grabbing him and dragging him into the In the bottomless mud.
At this moment, a warmth touched him, breaking into his world unreasonably, shining like sunshine.
Wen Mingyu grabbed his cold hand and whispered, "Your Majesty?"
There is obvious concern in his eyes.
He got close and could see that Mu Zhan was in a wrong state.
Sitting there, but his eyes are empty, like a body without a soul, wandering in the world.
Because of his low voice, Mu Zhan regained his senses a little, looked at the past, his reaction was a little slow, first lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand he was caught, and then slowly moved his eyes up, focusing on Wen Mingyu's. face.
"… you're uncomfortable?"
Mu Zhan frowned, but this was the first sentence he said.
Wen Mingyu's face was indeed a little bad, and it was pale. After all, he came from the era of peace, and he had never seen such a bloody scene. For a moment, people were stunned, and then immediately turned their heads and looked away, but the smell of blood continued to spread, making him unable to control the outlines in his mind. The terrifying picture.
Mu Zhan glanced down and quickly guessed the problem.
He said, "You go back first, there are still some things to deal with."
His tone was flat, but it was a little softer, as if he was coaxing a child, explaining that he couldn't get away for the time being, and would accompany him when he was done.
Wen Mingyu looked at Mu Zhan for a while, and found that he was back to his usual appearance, and he really couldn't stand what happened in front of him.
It was useless for him to stay here. In the end, he left the banquet scene and returned to the dormitory.
But he didn't expect that this decision would make him very regretful.
After I went out and got away from the banquet palace, I couldn't smell the blood, my breathing was smooth, and the sticky and disgusting feeling was gone, and I finally felt a lot better.
Along the way, everything was normal, Wen Mingyu didn't expect anything to happen.
Until he stepped into the bedroom.
A familiar eunuch's clothes were stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper. After meeting his eyes, his face changed suddenly, and he became even more tense and fearful.
The eunuch was just stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly grabbed Wen Mingyu's hand, "Why is your son here? Hurry up and don't make a sound."
Before Wen Mingyu could realize what happened, the eunuch pushed him into a closet, closed the door quickly, and ran away.
Wen Mingyu's mind went blank. He had just returned from the bloody banquet and thought he was in a safe place, but he didn't expect that something happened to the bedroom.
In the picture that flashed just now, the screen was soft and collapsed, and there were many bloodstains on the ground.
The rebels split up, did some come here
Wen Mingyu's brain was buzzing, everything happened so suddenly, there was no time for people to react at all. He didn't have any weapons in his hands, and if he was caught, he would probably face death.
There was a sudden scream from outside.
Wen Mingyu shivered.
That might be a palace man he knew.
The banquet palace has undergone a palace change, and the main guards have naturally gone there, and it can't be resisted here.
What should he do
His hands were shaking and his legs were a little soft.
The emotions that I tried to endure at the banquet palace have now erupted together.
He shouldn't be hiding here, someone is being killed outside.
But he was too frightened to move, his hands and feet seemed not to be his own, out of control.
He gritted his teeth, trying to stop the chattering teeth, trying to look outside through the gap in the cabinet door.
At a very close distance, a rebel in armor pierced the palace servant's stomach with a sword, blood spattered, the palace servant was unable to struggle, fell to the ground, and soon became a corpse.
The rebels walked past the cabinet where he was hiding, but only a few feet away, very close.
At this moment, Wen Mingyu seemed to have become a character in a horror movie, hiding in a cabinet, with ghosts drifting by outside, and she would be discovered at any time.
He clenched his fists hard and widened his eyes, trying to keep himself from being too frightened. He looked through the gap to find something that could be used as a weapon, and then seized the opportunity to slam the cabinet door open, daring not to pause for a moment, using With all his strength, he pierced the heart from the back of the rebel army. Fearing that it would not be enough, he stabbed it again until he saw the man fall to the ground, breathless.
Warm blood splattered on his face, but his whole body was tense, and his senses seemed to have disappeared at this moment. He couldn't smell the fishy smell, and he didn't feel sick, but his hands were shaking badly.
After a few seconds, footsteps came from outside the hall, and there was more than one person.
Wen Mingyu clenched the knife in his hand, paused, turned and quickly hid back in the cabinet. He alone cannot deal with so many people.
He curled up into a ball, breathing subconsciously very lightly, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence, for fear of being discovered.
He couldn't help thinking, how many rebels are here, will he die here? Does Mu Zhan know that there are also rebels here, when he comes over, what if he is not prepared and is attacked
He thought about it a lot, his mind was swollen, and he was very uncomfortable. Too many things happened all at once, he even killed someone just now, as if it were a dream.
If only you were dreaming.
He thought so, but the cabinet door in front of him suddenly moved and made a sound.
Someone opened the door!
Wen Mingyu's body was instantly tense, vigilant and alert, she clenched the knife tightly, and stabbed it without hesitation.
A hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
Wen Mingyu was surrounded by the familiar smell of pheromones, which made him instantly feel safe.
It's Mu Zhan.
After realizing who the person was coming, Wen Mingyu's eyes were sore, and her eyes were red. Soon the mist was thick, and the wetness condensed into tears, which fell silently.
Mu Zhan noticed that the person in his arms was shaking, his eyes darkened, he threw the knife, hugged the person tighter, brought him to the bed, wrapped him and himself with a soft and warm quilt, touched his back with his hands, gentle appease.
"It's alright, don't be afraid, it's Lone's fault, I didn't find it here..."
Mu Zhan, who has always spoken like a weapon, seemed to be unable to speak at this time. He paused in the middle, and could only hold the person tightly in his arms, and then covered Wen Mingyu's ears and let him listen. Not the sound of catching rebels outside.
after a long time.
There was no sound outside, and Wen Mingyu's mood gradually calmed down.
He said hoarsely, "I'm fine, how is your Majesty?"
Mu Zhan looked down at him, shook his head and said, "It's okay to be alone."
He paid attention to Wen Mingyu's demeanor, and all he saw was the exhaustion and restlessness after being extremely tense.
"Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Wen Mingyu nodded, but her clothes were stained with blood, so she said, "I want to take a bath first."
Mu Zhan nodded and released him very slowly.
But Wen Mingyu's fingers were still grabbing Mu Zhan's cuff, unconsciously, he didn't notice it himself.
Mu Zhan glanced at it, "Go with you alone?"
Wen Mingyu's reaction was a little slow. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said abruptly, "Your Majesty, I killed someone."
A cold light flashed in Mu Zhan's eyes, his thin lips pursed tightly, he reached out and touched Wen Mingyu's head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, you are not wrong, they deserve it."
Wen Mingyu clenched Mu Zhan's sleeve and grabbed his fingers. She was silent for a while and asked, "... Sanxi and the others, are you alright?"
Mu Zhan winked at Zhao Dequan, and soon called Sanxi over.
Sanxi is all right. When he saw Wen Mingyu, he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were a little red, and he smiled. He was glad and scared, "Young master is fine!"
Wen Mingyu saw that the familiar person was still there, her face softened slightly, she grasped Mu Zhan's fingers, then slowly released it, and went to take a bath.
This bath is faster than any other time.
Wen Mingyu eagerly wanted to wash off the bloody smell and cover it with aromatherapy, but at the same time, she wanted to see Mu Zhan soon.
So, he quickened his movements, washed as early as possible, put on clean clothes and walked out.
Mu Zhan had also taken a bath and changed into a suit of clothes, and there was no smell of blood.
They went to another palace to rest, and everything was clean and there was no blood, as if nothing had happened, everything was just Wen Mingyu's illusion.
They lay down on the bed together.
Mu Zhan put the man in his arms and put his hand on his back soothingly.
The always strong pheromone became unexpectedly gentle at this moment, like a stream of water, gently wrapping away the fear and anxiety in Wen Mingyu's heart.
Wen Mingyu nestled in a familiar embrace, with heavy eyelids, finally unable to resist the heavy tiredness, fell asleep.
Halfway through, he had nightmares, frowned, his body trembled, and he babbled in pain.
Mu Zhan patted and comforted him in a low voice for a long time before letting him come out of the nightmare and fall asleep again.
Because of the palace change.
Even though the hunt was over, the trip back to the palace was postponed.
Two days passed.
Wen Mingyu recovered a lot, but he still had nightmares at night. He hid in the cabinet and the door was opened, but it was not Mu Zhan, but a group of rebels, with hideous faces, who rushed over to kill him. The rebel he killed was among them, rotting corpse, smiling grimly, stabbing his heart with knife after knife.
Wen Mingyu didn't have the usual relaxed state, let alone laughing.
Mu Zhan looked at him like this, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't hide the anger and irritability. After Wen Mingyu came to him, he rarely had such emotions.
Mu Zhan grabbed his wrist and took him to a place.
In a remote courtyard, there were several rebels kneeling on the ground. They had just been whipped, their clothes were tattered, and there were many wounds on their bodies.
"You are watching here."
Mu Zhan asked him to stand not far away so that he could see the rebels, but not too close to be washed by the smell.
Mu Zhan let go of his hand and walked towards the criminals.
Picking up a sharp bayonet, he walked to the nearest rebel, mercilessly stabbed the back of the man's hand, pierced through, and turned his wrist again, the tip of the knife kept stirring in the flesh and blood, and the rebels suddenly The screams didn't stop, the sound seemed to have been corroded, and goosebumps exploded when I heard it.
Mu Zhan is the one holding the knife, but his expression is not at all relaxed, his eyes are red, he is forbearing and depressed, and there seems to be a sticky and smelly silt in his heart rushing frantically, surrounding him and submerging him.
Under the cruel madness, there is a bit of self-loathing hidden.
Mu Zhan hated himself, why didn't he expect that there were rebels in the dormitory, he said that there would be nothing to worry about, but the truth was that Wen Mingyu almost died at the hands of the rebels.
Mu Zhan's face was cold, he killed the rebels ruthlessly, then turned around, looked at Wen Mingyu and said slowly: "Don't be afraid, he is already dead, and it is impossible to hurt you again."
Wen Mingyu stared blankly at this scene, forgetting to react. Mu Zhan still looked at him, Wen Mingyu finally slowed down and nodded in response.
Wei Yingwu was also present, and when he saw that Mu Zhan killed the rebels directly, he frowned and said, "The interrogation is not over yet..."
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Changlan bumped his arm and stopped him with his eyes.
Wei Yingwu shut up immediately.
They just watched Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu leave.
Mu Zhan threw the knife, but his hands were still stained with blood. He stared at Wen Mingyu intently to see if there was any fear in his eyes and whether he was afraid of himself.
But none of it, Wen Mingyu's eyes are still clear and clean, and he can see the bottom at a glance. He is at a loss, worried, but not afraid.
Mu Zhan lowered his eyes, covering the turbulent dark tide, and washed the blood from his hands.
Before falling asleep at night, Mu Zhan hugged Wen Mingyu and asked, "Are you still afraid? Will you have nightmares?"
Wen Mingyu understood his intention to bring him over, and took the initiative to lean forward, almost got into Mu Zhan's arms, shook his head, and said seriously, "I'm fine, thank you, Your Majesty."
The scene during the day should have been bloody and terrifying, but Wen Mingyu was strangely not afraid, but an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
He didn't have the nightmare of being killed again.
This time, he hid in the cabinet, in darkness, the door was opened, Mu Zhan reached out and hugged him out, hugging him warmly, replacing all the bad emotions at once.
After many days, he finally got a good night's sleep, his eyebrows stretched out, and his sleeping face was peaceful.
The shadow in Wen Mingyu's heart dissipated, and he returned to his previous state.
Mu Zhan saw that he was indeed all right, so he was relieved and went back to work. The palace change was over, but there were still many things to deal with.
Wen Mingyu had just experienced such a thrilling thing and almost lost his life. The palace servants were very worried about him and thought of a way to let him relax and recover. Unable to resist such enthusiasm, he had no choice but to take a walk around the neighborhood.
I stopped in front of a tree, it was full of pink, and its petals overlapped and bloomed brilliantly.
Wen Mingyu looked at the familiar Begonia Flower, suddenly tired, squatted on the ground, put her hands on her knees, she shrank into a small ball, and meditated silently.
He remembered his escape plan at the beginning of his journey, and kept groping for the route and making preparations.
If I really want to say, in fact, there is a greater chance of escape here in the hunting ground. The palace is heavily guarded. After returning, it will be much harder to escape, and Mu Zhan is very busy now, so he can take the opportunity to sneak away.
but…
He didn't really want to leave.
Whether in the interstellar era or in ancient times, he has always had no sense of belonging, no one to care about, so it doesn't seem to matter where he goes. But Mu Zhan was different. After getting along slowly, he simply forgot what tyrant he was, but had a rare feeling of family.
How can you escape? Will you be happier
Wen Mingyu shook her head, stood up on her knees, and patted her clothes.
He is not leaving.
After making this decision, he felt a lot more relaxed, as if he had lifted some heavy burden, and the corners of his lips curled up with a smile that could not be concealed.
Wen Mingyu finished walking and returned to the bedroom. The palace servants sent a lot of things, all of which were gifts of condolences.
It was given by someone I didn’t know, and it was given by a friend.
Wen Mingyu opened the gift, of course from a friend he cared about. Huo Hongyu sent some interesting things to relieve boredom, Wen Changlan sent a storybook, Wei Yingwu sent... a few grass
When Wen Mingyu opened it and saw it, she was stunned and had a question mark.
He can understand other gifts, but what is the meaning of giving this
Soon, Wen Mingyu understood.
Because the unremarkable grass exudes a very special smell, which makes him inexplicably excited, even more dizzy than drinking alcohol. He just wants to hug the grass tightly and lick it. It's like floating in a soft cloud, not touching the ground.