Mu Zhan almost laughed out of anger, twitching the corners of his lips and said, "What did you say? Say it again?"

If Wen Mingyu was sober at this time, he would definitely have sensed the danger, recognized the danger, and said something else, which would have taken away the topic anyway.

But Wen Mingyu was drunk and his brain was not working at all. He didn't hear the threat in Mu Zhan's tone at all. He smiled stupidly and repeated the curse without fear of death.

"The Dog Emperor."

Mu Zhan's eyebrows jumped and he pressed his forehead. His expression looked like he was thinking whether to kill the person directly or throw the person out to sober up and torture him before killing him.

However, after a long while of silence, Mu Zhan made no move. Perhaps he thought it was beneath his dignity to argue with a drunkard, so he reached out to push his head away.

But Wen Mingyu just took a fancy to this comfortable place and regarded it as his own territory. As soon as he was pushed away a little, he immediately stuck back and hugged Mu Zhan's arm, refusing to let go.

Mu Zhan was a little surprised. He turned out to be irrational when he was drunk, which was very different from usual. When he was sober, he was always timid. Although he pretended to be brave, his legs were shaking terribly.

He didn't like that Wen Mingyu was afraid of him, but it was impossible to change at once, so he let him act. Anyway, if he kept acting, as time went by, it would eventually become true.

Mu Zhan pulled his hand back, looked down at him condescendingly, and said meaningfully: "Give you a chance to get up on your own."

Wen Mingyu didn't even listen, insisting on sleeping on Mu Zhan's lap. As her arms were no longer available, she retreated and hugged Mu Zhan's waist, fearing that she would be pushed away again and bury her face.

He went in, hugged his abdominal muscles through his clothes, and took the initiative to plunge into Mu Zhan's arms.

Mu Zhan froze, then smiled, and put his hand on Wen Mingyu's head, gently brushing through the soft black hair. The stroking movement could even be called gentle, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are heavy and terrifying.

The paranoid desires are frightening.

"You chose it yourself."

I gave you a chance, but if you didn't run away, it would be too late to regret it.

Mu Zhan was sitting with one hand on the table, holding a wine glass carelessly. It seemed that he was just drinking alone. But if you look closer, you will find that there is someone lying on his lap, and his other

He placed his hand on the top of Wen Mingyu's head, stroking it slowly and slowly, running down the silky long hair, pinching the back of his neck, and then falling on his back, continuing to touch it gently.

It's exactly like rua cats.

And Wen Mingyu seemed to have been smoothed over, no longer fussing, she was so comfortable that she hummed in a low voice, as if her bones were soft, lying lazily on her side, stretching her body, and occasionally trembling slightly.

After a while, Mu Zhan stopped. Wen Mingyu was still a little dissatisfied. With half-closed eyes, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Zhan's hand, then put it back on his back and signaled him to continue.

Mu Zhan did not move, but shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Want to drink?"

Wen Mingyu raised his head and glanced up, nodded dullly, and licked his lips unconsciously. His lips were moist, like petals soaked in dew, making them look redder and more attractive.

"want."

He stretched out his hand to reach it, but was dodged.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "What will you exchange for?"

Wen Mingyu thought hard for two seconds, "I'll tell you a secret."

Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, "Let's talk and listen."

Wen Mingyu got up softly, swayed close to Mu Zhan's ear, covered her mouth with her hands, and whispered: "Actually, I am not at all..."

Mu Zhan looked calm and expressionless, but the hand holding the wine glass tightened unconsciously, and his joints turned white.

But what he wanted to hear, Wen Mingyu only said the beginning, then stopped, suddenly sniffed like a puppy, and asked doubtfully: "What does it smell like on you?"

The nice smell of wine was much more attractive than the glass of wine in his hand.

Wen Mingyu's nose moved slightly, and after taking two more puffs, she fell down and lay on Mu Zhan's shoulder. She was so drunk that she seemed to have drunk several large jars of wine. She even couldn't control it. She was about to reveal her true form, and her head felt itchy.

The rabbit ears are about to pop out.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu was so drunk that he still remembered that this was something that must not be known to anyone. He lowered his head and moved into Mu Zhan's arms, rubbing his head with his head to stop the itching and prevent the rabbit ears from coming out.

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Mu Zhan was aroused by the rubbing and could not control his irritation. When he wanted to lift him up, he heard the soothing and long breathing.

Wen Mingyu fell asleep.

Mu Zhan: "..."

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

As soon as Wen Mingyu woke up, she felt a severe headache, a typical hangover syndrome.

He looked around vaguely, seeing strange and luxurious furnishings, as well as many noble dragon patterns...

So, he sleeps on a dragon bed?!

Wen Mingyu was so frightened that he burst into flames, but because he was dizzy and unable to stand still, he knocked his head on the bedpost.

A young eunuch heard the sound and ran in quickly. He stepped forward and carefully supported him.

"Young Master, I have been told by the Holy One not to disturb your rest. You can sleep as long as you want."

Wen Mingyu tried hard to recall what happened last night. After drinking a glass of wine, he was so drunk that there were only a few fragmentary scenes. Did he... scold the Dog Emperor?

After the ball is over, he is going to die.

He looked ugly and waved his hand without hesitation, "I won't sleep, I'm going back."

He wished he could fly out of the palace, but he couldn't, so he could go back to the palace where he lived and hide for a while.

As soon as he returned, Sanxi came up to him and was very happy for him and said: "Sir, you spent the night in the His Majesty's chamber. This is something that has never happened before. His Majesty must like you very much."

But Wen Mingyu was not happy at all, and even wanted to bang his head against the wall. Returning to the person he was before drinking last night, if he had it to do over again, he would kill him without touching a drop of wine.

Moreover, he thought again, how did he end up lying on the bed last night after he was sitting at the table drinking wine and eating food? It couldn't be him, and the tyrant hugged him? No, no, no, he would rather have the palace people carry him up.

of!

His expression was changing, and his heart was filled with chills. He felt that today might be the last day of his life, and he almost wanted to cry.

Sanxi helped him wash up and drank sobering tea.

He was sitting at the table, holding a cup, looking back on his short life, with an expression on his face that he was about to become a monk after seeing through the world of mortals, and looked calmly out the window.

Sanxi was at a loss and couldn't figure out what happened to the young master. He stayed overnight at the Holy Master's place and came back like this. Could it be that the Holy Master was... not good?

Sanxi's heart skipped a beat, she must have gone crazy, daring to be so disrespectful. Of course the Holy One is the most brave and masculine and unrivaled!

Wen Mingyu thought a lot. While he felt that he was about to die, he also denied and argued with himself. The tyrant wanted to kill him and he killed him last night. How could he let him sleep well on the dragon bed for a night?

Maybe the tyrant is a jerk and just likes others to scold him...

Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu felt extremely guilty. How could such nonsense happen?

After a while, someone from the palace came to tell him that Madam Marquis Guangyang came to the palace to visit him and would arrive after lunch.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment before he realized who it was. But he didn't know why his aunt came to see him, but he knew that nothing good would happen.

"This matter... the Holy One also knows about it? Has he approved it?" Wen Mingyu asked.

The young eunuch said respectfully: "Back to the young master, yes, the Holy Master also said that if you don't want to see the young master, you can just see him. This is just for fun when the young master is bored."

Fun?

Wen Mingyu looked confused. What did Mu Zhan mean? It sounded like he didn't like Mrs. Hou either?

He couldn't figure out what Mu Zhan meant, but he was inspired by these words. Anyway, he might die someday. The unhappy person who had just traveled through time had not yet returned in revenge. Isn't this a good opportunity? He was unhappy and also

Make the annoying person even more unhappy, and then he will be happy.

So, Wen Mingyu nodded, "Let her come."

Shifting his attention, Wen Mingyu didn't let himself think about what happened last night. He ate a lot at lunch. If it weren't for the hangover and gastrointestinal discomfort, he could eat more.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Hou came as expected.

The makeup is exquisite and the posture is as elegant as possible, but because he rarely enters the palace, it is still difficult to hide his nervousness and fear. After all, there is a terrible person in the palace.

It wasn't until she met Wen Mingyu that she could relax a little and regain a sense of her own home court. But when they really looked at each other, she froze.

Who is this young man in fine clothes? His temperament is as noble as if he belongs to the royal family.

Madam Hou completely forgot about her movements, but Sanxi reminded her: "Don't you be polite, Madam Hou?"

Mrs. Hou subconsciously did as she was told. When she got up, she remembered that Wen Zhuanyu was just a servant with no status. Why did she have to salute?

Sitting opposite Wen Mingyu, Mrs. Hou smiled and said, "Zhenyu, I want to tell you something personal."

This was a hint that he told those palace people to stand down.

But Wen Mingyu seemed to not understand, and said directly: "Just tell me."

Mrs. Hou's face froze, she managed to maintain her smile, and said in a soft voice: "Look, Ming Yu, the Hou family has carefully raised you and brought you up. Your father loves you very much and is very concerned about you after you enter the palace. You...

How was your day?"

Wen Mingyu deliberately lengthened his voice, "Oh, you love me very much. That's why I haven't had enough food or clothing to keep me warm since I was a child. I was bullied by my servants. I haven't studied and don't know a single word. Your love is really unique."

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Mrs. Hou didn't expect that he would expose him so rudely. She couldn't help but get annoyed and forcefully explained: "That's because the servant is evil-hearted. Of course, I am also wrong. I didn't find that there was such a person. I have already sold him out."

Yes, I will definitely give you an explanation."
To be continued...