After chatting a few words with Sanxi, Wen Mingyu waved her hand and said that she was going to rest for a while, then went to the bed and fell down.
The whole person fell into the soft quilt, as if lying in the clouds.
Although he came back safely, his legs are still a little weak now.
The tyrant's aura is too terrifying, even stronger than any Alpha he has seen before. If such a person is placed in the interstellar era, how can he still be at the level of a marshal.
Luckily it's fine today, but who knows what's going to happen next time, but he doesn't want to see the tyrant again at all.
Wen Mingyu got up from the bed and sat on his knees, folded his hands, bowed, and closed his eyes sincerely, hoping that God would hear his prayers.
But unfortunately, it is obvious that God did not hear him.
But two days later, the tyrant summoned him again.
At that time, Mu Zhan was approving the memorial, and he was the only one in the imperial study, and all the palace staff were outside the door, even the general manager Zhao Dequan.
The air is extremely quiet.
It was dull and depressing, as if there was no one alive, only cold, pale, and the most profound stillness.
In the past, what he wanted was such undisturbed silence. The noise would only give him a headache and irritability. Killing someone could relieve him a little. But at this moment, he suddenly felt irritable for no reason, and could not tolerate this deadly gloomy silence.
He wanted to see some vivid colors.
into the darkness.
Inexplicably, he remembered that face with a bright smile, soft brows and eyes, innocent and innocent, clean at a glance, so beautiful, that people gave birth to a desire to destroy and stain for no reason.
Beautiful things are very fragile, the slender and beautiful swan neck, fingers close together, can press a light red finger mark with a little force, control it in the palm of the hand, and it can be broken very easily.
And the faint fruity fragrance, sweet and seductive, with a strange sense of familiarity, actually made him feel a peaceful and stable mood in his heart, he closed his eyes unconsciously, fell asleep, and slept extremely well Shen.
Mu Zhan's pale fingers hooked slightly, clasped the table lightly, and made a crisp sound, slowly, once and again. He lowered his eyes, as if looking at the memorial on the table, but his eyes were empty and lonely, and no one was alive.
After a long while, he raised his eyelashes slightly, a dark light flashed in his long, narrow eyes, and even the corners of his lips evoked a slight arc.
I want to see that person.
Seeing him being dragged into the dark and dirty quagmire by the black withered vine that he stretched out from the dazzling rays of light, he couldn't resist and took it as his own.
A sudden strong impulse filled the entire brain.
Therefore, Mu Zhan ordered Zhao Dequan to bring people over.
In the process of waiting, Mu Zhan frowned, became more and more irritable and annoyed, and couldn't bear to read the memorial. In the end, he couldn't help it, stood up, and strode out, a gust of wind was blowing from the hem of his clothes.
Just then, Wen Mingyu arrived.
The two looked at each other inadvertently.
Wen Mingyu didn't expect him to come out, and was stunned for a moment, then she showed a bright smile and said crisply, "Your Majesty."
As if he wanted to see Mu Zhan so much.
The breeze blew lightly, and the familiar breath came, and in an instant, Mu Zhan's full of manic depression was so calm.
Wen Mingyu smiled on the surface, but was very uneasy in her heart, and slowly followed the tyrant into the imperial study.
Those palace servants were still separated from the door, and the air was eerily quiet.
Wen Mingyu's heartbeat was very fast, and the next second it exploded suddenly, almost forgetting to breathe.
Because the tyrant looked at him with the look of a beast staring at its prey, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
Wen Mingyu walked over stiffly, very obedient, but her legs were shaking.
He stood in front of Mu Zhan with an innocent and well-behaved face. When he saw Mu Zhan reaching out to him, he did not dodge, trying to resist the urge to close his eyes and run away.
Of course, he would be afraid that the tyrant would strangle him to death, but it would be more likely to cause bad things if he tampered with it, and the road paved by camouflage would be abolished. More importantly, he didn't feel the killing intent.
Mu Zhan's hand fell on top of his head, and then he touched it jerkily.
He was right.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
However, how is this a bit like... stroking a puppy hook
Wen Mingyu was at a loss, and because of the gentle movements on her head, it made it a little itchy, and the little animal's instinct was about to move, and she wanted to rub against Mu Zhan's palm.
But he tried his best to hold back, and Ren Mu Zhan touched his head.
Fortunately, Mu Zhan only touched it a few times, then stopped, and went back to sit down and continue to deal with political affairs. Wen Mingyu was seated on a stool beside him.
After an afternoon passed, he and the tyrant had dinner together, and returned to the residence with a stomach full of food.
Wen Mingyu: "...???"
It always feels like something isn't quite right.
After this time, the tyrant frequently summoned him. Every time, Wen Mingyu's heart beat like a drum, like walking a tightrope on a cliff.
But I have to say that people's ability to adapt and accept is very strong, and he has gradually become numb.
In the imperial study.
The tyrant was making memorials, and he sat beside him as a mascot.
He really didn't know why the tyrant often called him here. He thought he was good-looking, and he looked good in front of him, and he was in a good mood
But he just sat like that, really bored, trying to resist the urge to yawn.
He rested his chin in both hands and counted the grids on the door.
Counting all the way, his eyes turned to one side and fell on Mu Zhan inadvertently.
When he reacted and was about to look away, Mu Zhan noticed it and turned his head to look over.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled as sweet as eating honey. She held her face in her hands, bloomed a flower, and tilted her head, as if she didn't look at it accidentally, but liked to look at Mu Zhan.
"His Majesty is still so handsome and handsome today, with an aura that no one can match."
When Mu Zhan heard this, there was no reaction from that cold face, as if Wen Mingyu had just farted.
"You feel bored?"
Wen Mingyu's brows twitched, she shook her head seriously and said, "No, it's my honor to be able to watch His Majesty's memorabilia from the sidelines."
Mu Zhan ignored his words and ordered, "Zhao Dequan, give him a plate of grapes."
Wen Mingyu was stunned... Is there such a good thing
As a result, when the manager brought a plate of grapes in front of Wen Mingyu, Mu Zhan said, "Peel the skins of the grapes, and I'll eat them when I'm alone."
Wen Mingyu's smile froze. It turned out that he was looking for something to do for him, without wasting a single labor force, and he was really a good emperor who made full use of resources.
Well, in the palace, eating and wrapping, peeling grapes should be.
Wen Mingyu responded obediently, picked up a grape, and started working for the emperor.
Peeling grape skins is a bit of a hassle. If you don't control your strength, or if you are impatient, it is easy to make the grape flesh pitted and unsightly. Some people are too lazy to eat grapes because they hate peeling.
However, Wen Mingyu was patient and did not rush to do other things. He peeled slowly and carefully, very carefully and beautifully. The thin skin was torn off, and the grape flesh was very complete. .
As he slowly peeled, the grape flesh was slowly piled up in another clean porcelain plate, like gems with bright and dazzling colors.
This matter is not difficult, the only challenge is that you can only watch and not eat, but these royal grapes are carefully selected, all of them are top-grade, full of juice, rich in sweetness, and they look good Eating, has been seducing people.
Wen Mingyu was hooked so badly that she secretly swallowed several saliva, her eyes a little painful.
I want to eat…
His eyes almost glowed green as he stared at the grapes.
Halfway through the peeling, there was a sudden loud noise without warning. Wen Mingyu was startled, and with a shake of his hand, the grapes fell to the ground and rolled away.