Wen Mingyu returned to Taiji Temple from Guozijian, feeling very relaxed, and subconsciously wanted to tell Mu Zhan what happened today. Mu Zhan is always the first person he has something to share.
He stepped over the threshold and walked in. The first time he looked for Mu Zhan's figure, he shouted, "Your Majesty."
I soon saw that Mu Zhan was sitting casually, looking at something with something in his hand. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. His expression had an indescribable feeling, very subtle. .
When Wen Mingyu came to his mouth, he couldn't help swallowing, and asked doubtfully, "What is your majesty looking at?"
… laughing perverted.
Wen Mingyu didn't say anything later.
Mu Zhan raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Want to know? Come and see."
Hearing his tone, Wen Mingyu always felt that it was not a good thing, but she couldn't bear the curiosity like a cat's paw scratching her heart.
"Of course." Mu Zhan nodded, looking extraordinarily generous.
As soon as Wen Mingyu heard it, she knew that it was definitely not a secret, so she felt relieved and continued to walk over.
When there were still two steps away, Wen Mingyu's eyes fell on Mu Zhan's hand, and he found that the thing seemed a little too familiar.
He looked at it more, and finally realized what it was, his face changed instantly, the color was more exciting than the palette, his eyes widened, even a little panic, his legs and feet were out of control, and he wanted to run to the ends of the earth.
Mu Zhan shook the stack of papers in his hand and said meaningfully, "The story on this is very interesting, do you want to see it?"
You don't have to think about it, this matter is absolutely unrecognizable, Wen Mingyu quickly restrained her expression, pretending to be dazed and innocent, "What story?"
The smile in Mu Zhan's eyes deepened, "The story you wrote."
Wen Mingyu's feet softened, and he immediately shook his head, "Your Majesty misunderstood, although it is my handwriting, but it was just that I was idle and bored, and I found a book at random to copy and practice calligraphy. It was not written by me. "
"Really?" Mu Zhan looked down at the stack of paper, put his finger on it, and said slowly, "The characters in this are obviously written on the basis of you and Gu, if it's not you, then someone has to hide it. We watched from under the bed and listened."
If he wasn't too nervous, Wen Mingyu might have laughed out loud because of the last sentence.
At the moment when he lost his mind, Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, dragged the man over, pinched his chin, and said slowly: "It seems that you have a problem with Gu. The guard inside was beaten 56 times with a sack and fell 47 times. It collapsed 3 times."
Wen Mingyu was even more panicked now. Even these times are so clear, he doesn't know what he wrote, Mu Zhan must have read it all, and he is angry!
Between continuing to quibble and confessing and being lenient, Wen Mingyu hesitated for a while, and decisively chose the latter. After all, Mu Zhan has already decided that he wrote it, and a good attitude of admitting his mistakes might be able to try to get away with it.
So Wen Mingyu nodded and said, "Yes, I wrote this, and the guard inside is me."
Mu Zhan stretched his voice, "Oh?"
He was extremely serious and made up, "Your Majesty is so noble, how could I write you as a bodyguard, and no one character can reflect your courage and style."
"Will someone deliberately write themselves unlucky?"
"Of course there is, the heaven will give great responsibility to the people, and they must first work hard on their minds and muscles. I wrote this to temper this role, and I also told myself that there is no free lunch in the world, no matter what you want, you have to do it. Do your best first." Wen Mingyu said nonsense in a serious manner.
"It makes sense."
Wen Mingyu seemed to see a little hope.
"But Gu still thinks the young master inside is you and the guard is Gu."
"Your Majesty, it's not really..."
Mu Zhan's slender fingers slowly slid from his cheeks, stopped on his lips, pressed them lightly, and said in a low voice, "Gu can not cure your sins, as long as you do one thing."
Wen Mingyu asked in a low voice, "...what's the matter?"
"It's easy for you." Mu Zhan picked up the stack of papers and motioned to him, "Act the plot above."
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "I play the bodyguard?"
Still going to fuck him.
Mu Zhan shook his head, "I play the bodyguard, you play the young master."
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded: "...?"
Is the dog emperor M
Wen Mingyu thought he was crazy, but Mu Zhan didn't mean to joke and said, "Start now."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, pressed Wen Mingyu to the chair, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully, "Master, do you want to eat?"
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded, feeling that she was in a dream as unreal. After a while, she responded dully.
Mu Zhan really went out and let the palace people pass the meal.
Meals are placed one by one, exuding a tempting aroma.
But Wen Mingyu was the only one sitting at the table, and Mu Zhan stood on one side, as if he was a loyal bodyguard.
Wen Mingyu turned to look at him and whispered, "Your Majesty, sit down and eat first."
Mu Zhan said, "Young master, I'm just your bodyguard, this is against the rules."
Zhao Dequan, who was about to exit, vaguely heard their conversation, and the hand that closed the door paused, and then closed it faster, as if he was alive... This old man is getting less and less aware of the new things of today's young people.
Wen Mingyu's head froze when he heard it, but no matter what he said, Mu Zhan played the bodyguard very professionally. Wen Mingyu can only eat by himself, but he can't ignore the people behind him, and he is worried that the food is not delicious.
Mu Zhan is torturing him in another way, right
When he finally finished eating, Mu Zhan took over his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.
Wen Mingyu was stunned, especially when he saw that he put chopsticks in his mouth, which were chopsticks he had bitten... His ears could not control the fever.
Wen Mingyu watched him finish eating with a complicated mood, thinking that it was finally over, but he didn't expect that when he was about to take a bath, Mu Zhan also followed.
He suddenly had a bad premonition, "What are you doing here?"
"Wait for the young master to take a bath."
Wen Mingyu frowned: "I don't need it! You go out!"
Mu Zhan looked at him, unmoved, "Young master is not used to being served by others."
The script didn't write this at all, even if you want to serve, it should be a maid and a maid, how could it be a bodyguard and change the script indiscriminately!
Wen Mingyu couldn't help but say, "I'm not used to being served by anyone, I want to wash by myself."
"But I've been serving you all the time. Young master, please don't be self-willed. You can't wash yourself alone."
Mu Zhan said slowly, took two steps forward, grabbed Wen Mingyu's belt, and untied it easily. At the same time, he also held Wen Mingyu's wrist, drilled in through the cuff, and stroked the delicate skin of his arm with his fingertips. A burst of itchiness caused Wen Mingyu to tremble slightly.
The distance between the two was extremely close, and Wen Mingyu was almost shrouded in the shadow of Mu Zhan. How could that strong posture look like a guard. The spirits pheromone seemed to engulf him.
As soon as Wen Mingyu raised her head, she met those dark and deep eyes, unable to step back.
…
In the end, Wen Mingyu was forced to change clothes with the guard in front of her, and was helped into the bath. At this time, the skin of his whole body was almost pale pink.
But Mu Zhan pretended to be soothing and said, "Don't worry, young master, I won't offend you."
Wen Mingyu's body sank, half of her red face was hidden in the water, and bubbles gurgled out of the water.
He finds the look offensive, okay? It's so diligent to close your eyes!
As if he could hear what he was saying, Mu Zhan whispered, "If I close my eyes, I won't be able to wipe my back for the young master."
Wen Mingyu: "...!!!"
Want to wipe your back? !
Mu Zhan actually took a soft cloth and wiped his back very carefully. After getting up from the bath, Mu Zhan also made him lie on the beautiful couch beside the bath and massaged his back.
Wen Mingyu is like a shrimp in a steamer, her body is red.
Finally, after taking a bath, she should have enjoyed the bath very much, but Wen Mingyu seemed to have done some extremely tiring exercise. She walked back to the hall softly, and finally was carried to the bed by Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu's black hair was scattered on the pillow, lining the slightly exposed skin of the clothes, like a cream, very attractive. Mu Zhan half knelt by the bed, picked up a strand of hair, and helped him to his side.
Wen Mingyu glared at him, "You are a bodyguard. According to the rules, it is impossible to sleep with the young master in the same bed, right?"
Mu Zhan smiled and said solemnly: "I am a personal bodyguard, of course, I must ensure the personal safety of the young master. Even at night, I have to prevent thieves from entering. Therefore, I will sleep outside the bed, and the young master does not need to worry. "
Wen Mingyu's voice lacked strength, "... Get out."
Mu Zhan smiled: "Master, it's hard to obey."
After he finished speaking, he also lay down, and skillfully embraced the person in his arms, and lowered his head to smell the sweet fruity smell emanating from the back of his neck.
So presumptuous, how can he look like a guard.
Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and saw a faint red mark under his collar at a glance, which was left from the massage. Wen Mingyu's skin is very crisp, it can almost be said to be tender and tender, but with a little force, it will leave a red mark, which is very eye-catching.
Mu Zhan squeezed his wrist lightly, and there were also shallow traces on it, like a special bracelet, which was marked by someone falling on it.
"What a squeamish young master."
Mu Zhan pursed his lips and smiled softly.
Wen Mingyu was so sleepy that he closed his eyes, half asleep, and his consciousness was blurred, but he seemed to hear someone talking bad about him.
Mu Zhan's fingers were firmly inserted into his fingers, fingers intertwined, and then he lowered his head and kissed his palm, his movements were very light, as if he was really a humble bodyguard, secretly in love with his master, it was difficult for him Self-restrained, only dare to hold the master's hand secretly at night when no one is there, and drop a light kiss carefully and reverently, wanting to get it, but knowing that it is not worthy.
But obviously, Mu Zhan's acting is not professional at all. There are guards who can climb on the master's bed, hug him boldly, and dare to do all kinds of small gestures.
the next day.
When Wen Mingyu woke up, everything returned to normal. When he came out last night, it seemed like it was just his dream. But when he saw the familiar papers on Mu Zhan's table, he knew it wasn't.
Moreover, Mu Zhan acts with him from time to time, and his desire to act is really strong. In fact, if Mu Zhan wanted to act according to the script, be a hapless guard, obey his orders, and even wear women's clothes, he would be happy to cooperate with the performance.
After playing for a while, Wen Mingyu has gotten used to it. The young master's temperament has gone from in-play to out-of-play. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he is still in a daze, and he reaches out and asks Mu Zhan to change his clothes.
The palace servants on the side were so frightened that they buried their heads deeply and kept silent.
But they looked at the floor and listened to the movement, and found that the Holy Master actually stepped forward to change Young Master Wen's clothes. They were shocked in their hearts, and Young Master Wen's popularity reached a new height.
A few times, when Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were acting, Zhao Dequan had something to report, and Mu Zhan didn't shy away from letting them in. So, Zhao Dequan saw the sage pouring tea and water, pinching his shoulders and beating his back, and the shock on his face could not be concealed.
Wen Mingyu wanted to laugh as long as she remembered it. It's really hard for him to be an old man. It's not easy to be by your side and be often frightened.
Day by day, the weather is getting colder and colder.
Wen Mingyu woke up one day and saw that everything outside the window had turned white. The trees and the ground were covered with a thick layer of snow, wrapped in silver, pure white and clean. The whole world has become extraordinarily quiet, as if there is only one person left, which is relaxing.
Wen Mingyu used to live in the south and hadn't seen snow before. She was so excited that she opened her eyes for a while, then turned around and ran to Mu Zhan's side, she couldn't help patting his arm, "Quickly. Look! It's snowing!"
Mu Zhan didn't think there was anything good-looking in Xue when he was a child, but Wen Mingyu's attitude was more interesting, and his face flushed with excitement.
He said casually: "Young master can see snow every year, and he is so happy. It seems that he really likes it."
It was only when Wen Mingyu remembered that he was a concubine of the Hou family who grew up here. He had seen a lot of snow, so he shouldn't make a fuss. However, it would be even weirder to suddenly change his attitude now, so Wen Mingyu snorted, "I really like snow, is there a problem?"
Mu Zhan shook his head, "Of course not, the young master likes anything."
Wen Mingyu was satisfied. Suddenly, I felt that it was no big deal if my words were discovered, and I could still be addicted to a young master and command the emperor, who can? who
Wen Mingyu swelled. And the pictures of a certain guard who offended him were all ignored by him.
After washing and changing clothes, Wen Mingyu couldn't wait to go out to play in the snow. Just before going out, he was pulled by Mu Zhan. Mu Zhan took a fox fur cloak from the palace servant and put it on Wen Mingyu naturally. A white and fluffy fur collar was around his neck, covering his chin, making his face smaller.
The fur collar touched his face, bringing a soft and smooth touch, itchy, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but raised his hand and rua, it felt so good. Mu Zhan also touched his head.
Put on a warm cloak, so you don't have to worry about the cold. Wen Mingyu ran out recklessly, stepped on the snow, one foot after another, and made a creaking sound. He couldn't help but stepped back and forth a few more times. Then, he squatted down to touch the snow and held up a ball, his fingertips were cold. , his eyes lit up, full of fresh curiosity.
The air that came out of his breath was a hazy white mist.
After staying outside for a while, the tip of her nose turned red from the cold, and her eyelashes were covered with tiny frost, which was really cute.
Mu Zhan was standing under the eaves, not interested in snow, just looking at the man in the snow.
Wen Mingyu squeezed two balls, one large and one small, out of snow, piled them together, and drew an OvO expression on the snowball above to make a little snowman.
As soon as he was done, he looked back, looked for Mu Zhan's figure, and saw it at a glance.
The eaves hung with dripping icicles, pointed and crystal clear in the sun. A tall and slender figure, wearing a black cloak, his expression is noble and indifferent, but when he met Wen Mingyu's eyes, his eyes became softer.
Palace, snow, beauty, the three together can be said to be a perfect match, forming a beautiful picture.
Wen Mingyu was stunned, and after a while, she recovered. She shrank her neck a little embarrassedly, hid half of her face, pointed to the snowman on the ground, and let Mu Zhan see it.
Today happened to be a rest day. One of them didn't have to go to class and the other didn't have to work, so they could just stroll around leisurely and enjoy the snow scene in the palace.
The magnificent palace complex and pure white snow always collide with an indescribable shocking beauty.
Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan walked side by side, looking at the familiar scenery, showing a different surprise than usual.
A cold winter wind blows.
Wen Mingyu didn't think about anything, and subconsciously grabbed Mu Zhan's sleeve and hid behind him, letting him protect himself from the wind in front.
The palace servants who followed behind saw this scene and couldn't help but stop, feeling a little uneasy.
After Wen Mingyu did this action, she was stunned, how could she take it for granted.
Mu Zhan was pulled and stopped, but instead of pulling the person out from behind, he smiled and said, "So afraid of the cold, how dare you say you want to come out?"
Wen Mingyu pretended that nothing happened and walked out from behind him again. The cold wind just now had passed.
When they walked to the imperial garden, it was also snow-white, and the branches and leaves of the trees were covered with a thick layer of snow. Wen Mingyu stretched out his hand and flicked it, watching the snowball rustling down, making a slight sound.
Later, it really felt cold, and Wen Mingyu couldn't stand it anymore, so she stopped shopping.
On the way back, Wen Mingyu was restless walking, so he deliberately picked some thick snow piles to step on. Hearing the creaking sound, he felt amused. Then he lost his footing for a while, his feet slipped, his body fell backward, and he sat on the snow with his buttocks. All feel cool.
Wen Mingyu was dressed too much, sitting on the ground like a ball, it was not easy to get up for a while, so she could only flop around like a penguin in situ.
Mu Zhan walked over, put his hands under his armpits, picked him up easily, and held his waist to support him, and patted the snow particles on the cloak, especially his buttocks. One slice at most.
Wen Mingyu thought he would be laughed at, so he was ready to refute, but when Mu Zhan came to him, he was taking care of him very gently, giving him a natural, family-like feeling.
Suddenly very happy.
There are many butterflies flying in the stomach.
He couldn't help reaching out and hugged Mu Zhan tightly, burying his face in his arms and rubbing it, like a child acting like a spoiled child.
Mu Zhan froze for a while.
Wen Mingyu raised her head, looked at him with a brilliant smile, and deliberately said, "Your Majesty was like that just now, it seems like my father."
Mu Zhan's face instantly turned black: "... Presumptuous!"
Wen Mingyu took the opportunity to quickly reach into Mu Zhan's collar, touched his warm neck, made him shiver from the cold, and then turned around and quickly slipped away before he got angry.
Running and laughing at the same time, very arrogant.
However, at night, Wen Mingyu knew that he regretted it.
Perhaps from spending too much time in the snow during the day, he had a fever.
His face was abnormally red and his head was dizzy.
Mu Zhan soon discovered his abnormality, and his face became very ugly. Because he immediately remembered Wen Mingyu's previous serious condition, and worried that this time would be the same as that time.
The imperial doctor hurriedly came to diagnose, and finally confirmed that it was just a cold, and it would be cured after a few days of medicine.
Mu Zhan relaxed, but Wen Mingyu was not at all relaxed.
Because the traditional Chinese medicine is too bitter, and there is still a big bowl, I just want to shark him.
Every time he drank the medicine, Mu Zhan was staring at him. He couldn't do anything small, so he could only drink the medicine obediently, frown, and immediately stuffed candied fruit into his mouth to suppress the bitter taste.
Because of the fever and weakness, the imperial doctor advised him to rest in bed.
Wen Mingyu just lay on the bed to make a salted fish, just in time to think about the plot of the story.
Because of the BE ending of the two male protagonists in the previous book, many readers were deeply resentful and wanted to send blades to the author and sack the author. He listened a lot, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. It was impossible to change the ending, but he thought maybe he could write a juvenile story about Tang Yiyuan and Cheng Yunzhen studying in the Imperial College.
It just so happened that he was in Guozijian, so he didn't worry about not knowing what the study life was like inside. Different from the complicated and dangerous court battles, this book focuses more on the sincerity and innocence of young people, the budding of hazy emotions, ignorant without knowing it, separated by a layer of veil, but everything is reflected in the eyes and eyes. action in detail.
At first, they aimed at each other, which was not pleasing to the eye, but when he came, he was faster than anyone else. He noticed him at the first time, and when he saw him laughing, he couldn't help laughing. On him, when he looked at him, he subconsciously avoided it, pretending that nothing had happened...
Wen Mingyu thought about these plots and looked at the bed curtain like a daze.
I don't know when, Mu Zhan came over, looked at his condition, reached out and touched his forehead, "Burn stupid?"
Wen Mingyu glanced at him dissatisfiedly.
Mu Zhan: "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
Wen Mingyu nodded decisively.
Mu Zhan turned around to get it. Wen Mingyu turned over, lay on the pillow, and followed Mu Zhan until he came back.
As soon as Mu Zhan stepped into the inner hall, he met Wen Mingyu's eyes, his eyes were red because of the fever, and his wet eyes looked like a sticky little puppy.
When Wen Mingyu was sick, he relied on clinging more than usual. When Mu Zhan did something, his eyes would always follow, and he was unconscious. At first, Mu Zhan thought he had something to do with him, so he looked back, he was still puzzled, and asked what was wrong.
After going down several times, Mu Zhan simply asked people to bring the memorial over and deal with it in the inner hall, and as soon as he looked up, he could see Wen Mingyu.
Wen Mingyu saw it and said that Mu Zhan was too exaggerated and unnecessary.
But after that, he lay on the bed again, looking at Mu Zhan from time to time, in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.
Three days later, Wen Mingyu's condition improved a lot, she would not feel dizzy, and she felt that she could play freely again. But before he could go out, he was held down and spanked by Mu Zhan, saying that he was punished for not paying attention to his body. In the past, it was because he had a fever, and he didn't teach him a lesson, just waiting for him to recover.
Wen Mingyu's face turned red, and she almost cried. It's not that much pain, but he's so old, and he's not a child!
Wen Mingyu lay on his lap, buried her head in the pillow, motionless, and ignored Mu Zhan. But he couldn't bear Mu Zhan's little actions, so he couldn't stand it, so he suddenly raised his head and roared angrily: "A little guard who dares to beat his master, I'm going to sell you!"
Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Young master, calm down, I know I was wrong."
Wen Mingyu still ignored him. After a night, it got better, but it was still a bit awkward for a pair to meet Mu Zhan. Until a few days later, on the winter solstice, Wen Mingyu saw Bingxi perform.
The performers were skilfully on skates, doing all sorts of amazing moves.
Wen Mingyu looked very excited and wanted to play.
But Mu Zhan refused, feeling that his illness was just a few days away, and he would get sick again later.
Wen Mingyu pouted and muttered in a low voice, "Stinky guard, you dare not even listen to the orders of the young master."
Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"
Wen Mingyu smiled and her eyes curled, "I'm saying that Your Majesty is arrogant, and Lin Feng Zhi Lan is incomparable."
"Well." Mu Zhan replied flatly, and then refused: "No."
"It's just casual boasting, without any sincerity. Why should Gu allow you to go? Gu has no benefit."
When Wen Mingyu heard this, her brain twitched for some reason, and she blurted out, "Then let me kiss you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, what kind of impulsive words were out of his head!
He opened his mouth to remedy that he was joking and talking nonsense, but Mu Zhan obviously took it seriously, turned his head and leaned over, stared at him, and said in a low voice, "This is fine."