Wen Mingyu moved her lips, and was about to say something perfunctory, but the sacrifice wine standing not far away coughed twice, looked over, and said seriously, "Stop chatting here, the exam is ready. Yet?"
In the end, he is still a student, and his personality is more public on weekdays, but he subconsciously restrained himself when facing the sacrificial wine, and they all bowed their heads and pretended to be obedient.
On the way, there were still people muttering: "Isn't there some time? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't have to make up lies. When everyone else was walking quickly to the school, he followed and looked back subconsciously, a little grateful for Jijiu's unintentional help just now.
But he didn't expect that when he looked over, he happened to meet Jijiu's eyes. The other party noticed, stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyebrows, bowed slightly, and gave him a silent salute, his movements obscure, like for fear of being seen.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, glanced left and right, and had to be sure that he was really salutes himself. It was as if in the future, the headmaster suddenly bowed respectfully to himself, so frightening. Moreover, there are white hairs on the side of the temple, and he has passed the age of confusion. A person who is nearly half a hundred years old bows to him, and he can't bear it.
Wen Mingyu was so frightened that she forgot to give a response, she was a little stunned, but Ye Xu noticed that he was walking slowly and called out, and he hurriedly followed.
On the way to the school, Wen Mingyu couldn't help thinking, why did Jijiu salute him, did he know his identity? Apart from this, there seems to be no other explanation. That being said, he told them to stop chatting just now, and go to prepare for the exam, so he should have spoken out to help him.
Wen Mingyu's emotions fluctuated, but after a while, he digested himself and calmed down slowly. When he promised Mu Zhan to get married, he thought that he would be salute often in the future. Although it was awkward, he had to get used to it.
When Wen Mingyu entered the school, she had returned to normal, looking at her friends with a familiar smile.
The exam is coming soon.
However, everyone's situation is different.
Some are nervously cramming to read a book, and even begging God to pray, clasping their hands together and muttering in their mouths. This is scumbag. Ye Xu is even more of a fighter among them. A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. He was forced in by his family.
Some are calm, never slackening, well prepared, and not afraid of exams at all. This is a scholar, such as Shao Yan and Chu Shuli.
Some are sitting upright, holding a pen, their eyes shining, looking forward to it, and seeming to like the exam very much. This is a child prodigy, and there is only one guard in the whole school, so strange.
Wen Mingyu suddenly felt that she was inside, what an ordinary and normal person.
Two quarters later, the teaching assistant who invigorated the test came in, distributed the test papers, and then announced the start of the test, telling the students to be quiet and not to look around.
Other teaching assistants don't know, but this teaching assistant likes to walk down to take the exam.
Wen Mingyu lowered her head and worked on the question, focusing on it. She didn't know when the teaching assistant came to him, and she didn't move forward, she just stopped by his side and stared.
Wen Mingyu's whole body froze, and she really wanted to tell the teaching assistant to go away.
Sure enough, as he thought.
The assistant looked at it and suddenly sighed.
Wen Mingyu's hand holding the pen stopped, unable to control her focus on the teaching assistant.
why are you sighing? Where am I doing wrong? Say it, please, can I change it? !
But of course the teaching assistant couldn't say that. After shaking his head and sighing, he stood for a while and then ran to harm the next student.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help frantically looking for the wrong question on the test paper.
The student in front of him said that he really wanted to die.
The morning passed, and the exam was finally over.
Most of the students were relieved, excited, and apprehensive. After all, they didn't have to continue to suffer after the test, but at the same time they were worried that they didn't pass the test, and many people couldn't help but match their answers.
He almost tried to pass a blank, and then the teaching assistant stared at Ye Xu who had to write a pass. With a big hand, he said casually, "It's over after the test, stop talking, let's go to the kitchen together for dinner!"
Wen Mingyu wants to go back to the palace, so naturally it is impossible to go.
Ye Xu asked curiously, "How convenient is it to eat in Guozijian, isn't it tiring to run around like this?"
Wen Mingyu said: "Fortunately, my home is very close."
Ye Xu touched his chin and didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the little Wei Chen and walked out together. Wei Chen patted him hard with his hands on his feet. Satisfied to stop, but immediately was deliberately messed up by Ye Xu.
Ye Xu thought it was very interesting to tease the stinky child and see his face change. Chu Shuli passed by, paused, and then asked Wei Chen if she wanted to go with her.
Wei Chen nodded without thinking, "It's more comfortable to walk with someone who is smarter."
Ye Xu followed with two steps, "Call me stupid?"
Three people, Wei Chen stood in the middle, forming an obvious canyon. But he didn't care, and said of course: "Isn't it? You are still stupidly asking Wen Mingyu why he didn't eat at the Imperial College."
"What's the matter, do you know why?"
Wei Chen looked at him with the eyes of the mentally retarded, "You think about his usual demeanor, the wolf's hair, the carriage, and many details. Although he deliberately concealed it, if you pay attention, you can see that his identity is unusual. You I want to say that it is normal for nobles to appear here, but now, do you know who is the family behind him? The more mysterious he is, the more he can't see his identity, the more it shows that he has a great background. I think he may be a descendant of the royal family."
Ye Xu didn't believe it after listening to it. Instead, he smiled and said, "How is that possible? The royal children are all studying in the study room in the palace, and there are the most powerful Ph.D. professors. How can they be with us. You are so mysterious, I guess Wen Ming Jade is the future queen! The whole world knows about the New Year's Eve, the Holy One wants to appoint a man as the queen, and I don't know the name, but it happens to be the surname Wen, which is even more coincidental!"
Wei Chen frowned and nodded, touched his chin and said seriously, "You are very reasonable."
Ye Xu laughed exaggeratedly. He was just talking nonsense, how could this stinky child take it seriously, he was so stupid, he even knew with his toes, how could the prospective queen be studying with them. Die of laughter, if this is true, he admits that he has no brains and eats the rice field upside down!
When Chu Shuli heard this, she frowned in disgust.
Wei Chen said seriously, "A gentleman promises a thousand dollars."
By the way, Shao Yan was also brought in to witness together.
Ye Xu didn't care, and nodded confidently in response.
At this time, Wen Mingyu's carriage entered the palace road and returned to the Taiji Hall.
Mu Zhan handled political affairs very efficiently today. After he was done, he came back earlier than Wen Mingyu.
As soon as Wen Mingyu walked in, he met Mu Zhan's line of sight, and found that he was sitting with his face facing the direction of the door, his expression flat, as if he had been watching, waiting for him to come back.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously walked over quickly, "I'm back."
Mu Zhan also naturally pulled him into his arms and hugged him, and replied in a low voice, "Yeah."
I don't know why, it was just such a small thing that Wen Mingyu felt overwhelmed and couldn't help but hug Mu Zhan back.
When I got home, someone was waiting, he could say I'm back, and someone would respond to him.
It's nice to feel like family.
During lunch, Wen Mingyu chatted with Mu Zhan about matters in the Imperial Prison as always, and of course also remembered Jijiu salute him, and asked, "Do Jijiu know my identity?"
Mu Zhan nodded, "Yes, before you entered Guozijian, I ordered him to come over and talk. If something happens, he will handle it."
Only then did Wen Mingyu know what he had done secretly before, and maybe there was more. As soon as his heart moved, before he had time to think about anything, his body moved first, leaned in and kissed Mu Zhan, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is so kind."
He said this a long time ago. But then it was acting and pretending, and now it's real.
Mu Zhan naturally saw it, and the smile in his eyes never diminished.
After eating for a while, Wen Mingyu asked again, "Does anyone else know?"
Mu Zhan replied, "It depends on whether you want it or not."
It means that no one knows about it at the moment, and even the doctor who taught him before doesn't know everything.
Wen Mingyu thought for a while and said, "Then I still don't want to. The atmosphere of the school is very good now. If others know my identity, they will not be able to get along with me normally."
Mu Zhan nodded. When he reviewed the list of admitted students, he also took this into consideration to see what family they came from. In Guozijian, it is better not to mix too much fame and fortune. It is good for students, and I also want Wen Mingyu to study in a relatively clean environment.
Now, it is enough to prove that these considerations are necessary, and Wen Mingyu is indeed living well in the Imperial Prison.
"If you have anything to do, go to the sacrifice wine, don't worry about trouble, the most important thing is that you are happy." Mu Zhan is a very partial person, so of course he said that.
Wen Mingyu nodded with a smile, "Yes, and I'm very happy now."
Mu Zhan considered almost everything for him. In the past, he made plans for himself. After all, he had no relatives, so he had to rely on himself no matter what, but now, he was protected in an ivory tower, held in the palm of his hand, and treated like a priceless treasure.
The former Wen Mingyu never thought that such a day would come. Successfully disguising Beta and living his life alone and plainly was already the best life he had ever thought of.
Wen Mingyu feels that he is really good and happy now.
At this time, Mu Zhan asked him naturally, "What do you want for dinner?"
Wen Mingyu: "Hotpot!"
Without hesitation, the voice was crisp, and the eyes were sparkling, as if they would glow.
He had heard of hot pot for a long time, but he had never tasted it. In the cold winter, there is a hot pot in the middle of the table, the soup is tumbling, all kinds of fresh ingredients are boiled in the pot, and the white mist rises.
Mu Zhan nodded and said, "Okay."
There are chefs from all over the world in the imperial kitchen, and naturally there are also those who are very good at making hot pot.
For dinner that day, the hot pot was served. There was a charcoal fire under the pot, which was divided into nine grids, spicy and fragrant, bone broth, sweet and sour tomato... You can eat a variety of flavors, and the dipping ingredients are also very rich.
The palace maids put all kinds of fresh vegetables one by one and place them around the hot pot.
Thinly sliced beef and mutton, all fresh and beautiful red and white, next to a seafood dish, fish, crab, fish balls, fresh scallops, oysters, squid, shrimp, etc., and milky white and tender mushrooms on the other side , the green vegetables are like a blooming flower.
Not only delicious, but also very eye-catching, a kind of artistic beauty.
The soup in the hot pot was tumbling, and the rich aroma kept coming, which made people's mouths water.
Logically speaking, it should be the palace servants who prepared the vegetables for them, scalded the meat and vegetables, put them in a bowl, and they were responsible for eating them. But the essence of hot pot is to cook the meat by yourself, dip it in the ingredients as soon as it is cooked, then blow it and put it in your mouth, full of meat fragrance, indescribably satisfied.
Therefore, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan personally put the ingredients into the pot and cook them. They can put whatever they want to eat, and try all kinds of flavors at the bottom of the pot. When they are cooked, they are picked up with a spoon, put in the other's bowl, and then put in the pot. for myself.
Jiugongge has its own advantages, but Wen Mingyu's favorite is the spicy pot bottom. He likes to put everything in it, even green vegetables. After a while, he was so spicy that he seemed to be drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and his forehead was oozing. There was a thin layer of sweat, and his mouth was red, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and hissing, like a little milk dog.
Mu Zhan looked at him like this, his eyes darkened, and then he looked as usual, and pushed a bowl of milk tea over.
This is different from the milk tea in the future. It is more primitive and authentic. All of it is made of high-quality milk. The top-grade teas that are offered in tributes from all over the world are also particular about the water. After mixing milk and tea, the taste is mellow. In order to enrich the taste, the chef tried to add different fruit pieces and nuts.
In front of Wen Mingyu, there is a white jade inlaid gemstone milk tea bowl, which is exquisite and luxurious, and some ice cubes are used under it to chill it, just to taste better and relieve the spicy taste. Of course, the taste is also very good.
Wen Mingyu took a sip, squinted his eyes, and his face was full of love, and the bunny ears that popped out showed his good mood.
Mu Zhan thought it was cute and smiled, "Don't drink too much."
Wen Mingyu nodded obediently, "Okay."
That being said, but who can resist eating a spicy hot pot without drinking an iced drink? When your mouth is numb and hot, take a sip of ice, and it is so refreshing to match. Drinking ice cream and eating ice cream in winter has a different kind of charm.
Wen Mingyu accidentally drank a bowl, licking her red lips, and she still didn't know what to do.
If he didn't drink it, he went to steal Mu Zhan's drink.
Well, the stolen ones taste better!
The process of eating so recklessly was very refreshing, but Wen Mingyu suffered later. He ate too much spicy food and drank iced food. An hour after dinner, he began to feel a dull pain in his stomach.
Mu Zhan: "..."
He couldn't help showing a speechless expression on his face, making Wen Mingyu so powerful.
The imperial doctor was announced to come over. After the diagnosis, he originally wanted to drink medicine, but Wen Mingyu ate too much, and after drinking another bowl of medicine, he would probably be full enough to vomit. So I switched to ointment.
After the doctor explained how to use the ointment, he withdrew.
No one knew that this ointment was applied by Mu Zhan himself. When listening to the doctor's advice just now, Wen Mingyu covered her stomach and groaned softly in pain. She couldn't concentrate on listening, but Mu Zhan listened more seriously.
Later, Mu Zhan took the person into his arms, undressed, put the milky white ointment on Wen Mingyu's stomach, and then slowly pushed it away with the palm of his hand, and massaged it carefully. After a while, the ointment started It was hot, and the slightly scalding temperature made Wen Mingyu very comfortable. Instead of groaning in pain, she lay relaxed and at ease in Mu Zhan's broad arms. After a long time, she even closed her eyes halfway, feeling a little faint. sleepy.
Mu Zhan continued to knead him for a while before he stopped, put the person on the bed, helped him close the front of his shirt, and then planned to wash his hands.
But as soon as he got up, before he had time to take a step, Wen Mingyu, who was half asleep, hugged his arm. He couldn't open his eyes. He just subconsciously whispered, "Thank you, wife~"
Because of the heavy sleepiness, the voice had a rustling milky sound, soft and sweet, which made people's ears itch.
Mu Zhan looked down and corrected: "It's my husband."
Wen Mingyu's thick eyelashes drooped down, trembling slightly, like a handful of soft and light feathers, rustling, sweeping across her heart inadvertently. The unbearable itching made one's heart skip a beat.
Mu Zhan was half-kneeling by the bed, and suddenly he didn't want to move. After a long time, he leaned over and kissed Wen Mingyu before going to wash his hands and deal with political affairs.
Wen Mingyu hadn't slept for a long time, and felt his stomach was hot. After a lot of relief, he got up and did his homework, which he has to hand in tomorrow.
Mu Zhan looked at him and asked, "Doesn't your stomach hurt?"
Wen Mingyu smiled brightly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Mu Zhan nodded and said lightly, "I won't eat hot pot in the future."
Wen Mingyu's smile suddenly collapsed and became shriveled, "No, the hot pot is so delicious, doesn't your Majesty like it very much?"
Mu Zhan said: "Next time you will toss until your stomach hurts."
Wen Mingyu: "I eat less, I eat clear soup pot."
"Don't drink milk tea."
"But..." Hot pot and milk tea are a perfect match, both are indispensable.
"I'll just have a drink, and you can stare at me."
Wen Mingyu blinked and looked at him wetly with a coquettish expression begging you.
Mu Zhan glanced at him, "I can't stare at you."
With such a pitiful expression on his face now, it was difficult for him to refuse.
Wen Mingyu didn't understand, thought he didn't believe in him, and hurriedly promised, "If you say you can't drink it, I'll be obedient and not drink it."
"obedient?"
Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, "If you promise me a request, I will let you eat hot pot and drink milk tea."
Wen Mingyu agreed, "Okay!"
Without even listening to the request, he nodded impulsively. He thought it was impossible for Mu Zhan to make some excessive demands. If it was really embarrassing, he would not admit it and eat it first.
"Don't worry, it's a very simple request for you." Mu Zhan smiled and said slowly, "Call me husband."
Wen Mingyu froze, with an accusing expression of why did you steal my wife.
Mu Zhan leaned back lazily on the back of the chair and said calmly, "You promised yourself."
Wen Mingyu moved her lips, but didn't call out.
Mu Zhan waited patiently.
Wen Mingyu thought, isn't it just two words? How hard can it be!
His ears were red, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he broke the jar and said, "You are a kind hearted sweetheart, my best and best wife. No one in the world can compare to you, and also... my husband."
What he said in the front was very imposing, lively and powerful, but when he got to the back, it was like a deflated balloon. With a duang, he fell down, which was comparable to a cliff-like fall.
Mu Zhan paused, but did not respond, as if he hadn't heard.
Wen Mingyu felt that the first sound was called out. What else is so shy and awkward, she opened her eyes and looked at Mu Zhan, and said boldly: "Who is my husband? Of course, let me eat hot pot, drink milk tea, eat Everything is with me, my favorite person."
After he finished speaking, he added slyly, "Are you right?"
Mu Zhan endured it, but still couldn't help it, he laughed out loud, and after a while he said, "...Yes."
Wen Mingyu completed the request, stepped forward and hugged Mu Zhan, lowered his head and rubbed his face. What's the problem with the coquettish wife of a high-cold beauty and occasionally calling her husband? Anyway, he still wants to call his wife in the future, and he likes to stick with his wife the most.
Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, his soft cheeks touched and wiped his skin, it was warm and cool, and he had a little Q-bombing. I have to say, it felt good.
After sticking it for a while, Mu Zhan reached out and squeezed his chin, kissed his lips, and said in a low voice, "It's just not enough."
Immediately afterwards, the stickers changed, Wen Mingyu was hugged by the waist, sat on Mu Zhan's lap, and kissed for a while. If it weren't for the two of them still having something to do, it would definitely become an indescribable scene.
Wen Mingyu's lips were red and swollen, her heart was beating fast, and she went back to do her homework. Mu Zhan also looked down at the memorial, but the speed of reading it was much slower than usual. He raised his hand to rest on his forehead, exhaled softly, and forced himself to calm down before slowly returning to his usual efficiency.
the next day.
When I arrived at the Guozijian, yesterday's test paper, the doctor has finished reviewing it, and handed it over to the teaching assistant for distribution. Some students took the initiative to help and distributed test papers together.
A tall and thin young man walked up to Wen Mingyu, handed over the test paper, and said with a smile, "Wen Mingyu, you did well in the test."
Although they were in the same school, Wen Mingyu didn't speak to him. He only vaguely remembered the other party's surname, Cai, and said rusty, "Thank you."
The young man did not leave, but continued, "I'm Cai Xinhan, if you don't mind, can we be friends?"
Wen Mingyu couldn't refuse, so she could only nod politely, "... Ah, yes."
Cai Xinhan was about to say something else, but just at this moment, Ye Xu walked to the door of the academy, swiped back the hat on his head, took off his cloak and threw it to the waiter, patted the snowflakes on his body, and said happily, "Come in to the academy. It's just warm, it's freezing to death outside."
He looked up and met Wen Mingyu's gaze, "What are you doing blocking the door? You don't take off the cloak, are you not afraid of being stuffy?"
Wen Mingyu was indeed a little hot, because she had just been talking to Cai Xinhan, and she didn't have time to take it off, so she took it off and handed it to the waiter, and then was dragged by Ye Xu to the smoked cage in the corner of the school, squatting down. Come down, put your hands on it, and chat while warming your hands.
Wen Mingyu looked back and found that Cai Xinhan couldn't help frowning after Ye Xu appeared.
Ye Xu patted his shoulder, "What are you looking at?"
Wen Mingyu shook her head, "Nothing."
Somehow, there are more and more people around the smoked cage. Wei Chen, Chu Shuli, and Shao Yan all came over and squatted and roasted their hands together, like small animals in the forest surrounded by a bonfire to keep warm, strange and cute.
Wen Mingyu suddenly found out that in fact, they never specifically said that they would be friends, but unknowingly, they got together and became a small group. Often you and I would chat naturally. .
Today, Wei Chen's gaze still falls on him a little abnormally.
Wen Mingyu wondered: "What's wrong?"
Wei Chen shook his head seriously, "It's nothing, I'm just studying you."
Wen Mingyu was at a loss, but considering that Wei Chen often made some strange speeches, he didn't think much about it.
Ye Xu also took the topic away at once, and said excitedly, "Tomorrow is the New Year's Day, do you want to go out and play together? Guess the lantern riddles, lion dances, fireworks, etc. There are so many activities, it's a good thing I don't go to see them."
I have to say that Wen Mingyu was a little moved, but he didn't agree, but told Mu Zhan first. After all, in the current situation, it is not safe for him to go out at will.
He returned to the Taiji Temple, just said this, and expressed his desire to go.
Mu Zhan's face was indifferent, and he asked three times, "Where are you going? Who are your classmates? How long did it take to come back?"
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded by the question, inexplicably remembered an emoji from the future, and wanted to laugh a little.
He pursed the corners of his mouth hard, looked at Mu Zhan, and said with a smile—
"I want to ask, does His Majesty want to go with me?"
The author has something to say: Mu Zhan: Where are you going? with whom? What time do you come back? Do you still love me back? (The emoji of the cat squatting at the entrance)
Yuzai: Shall we go together
Mu Zhan: It's a date! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !