Wen Mingyu was talented in learning and worked hard, which made Gong Xue like him more and more, and taught him as if he were his personal disciple.

At first, Wen Mingyu was very nervous because of Mu Zhan's saying that he could learn it in half a month. He was more diligent than a senior high school student and would unconsciously write with his fingers when he went to bed at night. But a month later, Mu Zhan didn't mention it, it seemed.

Already forgotten about this.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this tyrant still had some humanity. However, he did not relax after that, and continued to study seriously. After all, it was a precious opportunity that came to his door. The Imperial College in this era is equivalent to the country's number one university.

Gong Xue is the professor there, and being able to get his guidance is not something that ordinary people can think of.

In the interstellar era, in order to conceal her gender, Wen Mingyu did not dare to make any mistakes. Worried about causing unnecessary trouble, she lowered her scores in exams. She went to an ordinary high school in a small town, and the educational resources were naturally not as good as those in the capital.

Now there is no need to be secretive and you can be bold. Why not seize the opportunity?

Wen Mingyu is not a child who cannot learn anything from scratch, and he has a photographic memory. He has finished the basic literacy courses long ago, and now he is studying various compulsory courses for literati, of which the Four Books and the Five Classics are only a small part.

Partly. He is like a sponge, absorbing knowledge like crazy and turning it into his own.

For such an excellent student, if Gong Xue wants to find fault, his shortcoming should be calligraphy. After all, no matter how fast Wen Mingyu learns, this is his first time touching a calligraphy brush. This requires years of practice, and he will not be able to fly to the sky in one go.

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Therefore, outside of the usual classroom, Gong Xue Xue left him calligraphy homework. Wen Mingyu looked at her husband's beautiful calligraphy and admired it in her heart, so she consciously practiced more.

On this day, as usual, he was practicing calligraphy in his study room. When he heard the footsteps of someone coming in, he thought it was Gong Xue who had arrived. Without even raising his head, he asked: "Sir, look, how do I write?"

The man came closer step by step and stood beside him, but did not speak.

Wen Mingyu noticed the dragon pattern embroidery on the cuffs from the corner of his eye, and immediately realized who it was. He raised his head with surprise on his face, "Did your Majesty come to see me specially?!"

Her beautiful eyes are dark and moist, clean and penetrating. They are sparkling when they look at you. They are filled with only you and the joyful expectation that comes from you, as if you are the most important thing in the world... No one would dislike her.

Mu Zhan's eyes flashed slightly, he avoided his gaze, looked down at the rice paper, and said calmly: "There is progress."

Wen Mingyu's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curved, and he almost couldn't control his animal instinct and wanted to rub against him.

Who doesn't like to be praised?

The tyrant was still praising him, and he was in such a good mood now.

When Wen Mingyu was a little embarrassed and her invisible little tail was about to rise, Mu Zhan continued: "From the level of a three-year-old child, he has improved to a five-year-old."

Wen Mingyu froze, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

This is humiliation, a complete humiliation!

Wen Mingyu just wanted to jump up and hit him to death with a headbutt.

If he were not the emperor, he would be dead by now! Dead!

Mu Zhan's expression remained unchanged, not affected by his x-ray gaze at all.

"Your Majesty is right, I am indeed weak in this area. I need to ask Mr. Gong for more advice." Wen Mingyu lowered his head, looking sad no matter how he looked at it, and his whole person exuded an air of grievance.

Mu Zhan suddenly said: "You don't need to ask him, I will teach you alone."

Wen Mingyu didn't expect it at all, and looked up in shock. He had heard Gong Xue say several times before that the Holy Master was very accomplished in calligraphy. He was a little curious, but a tyrant became a teacher? He really wouldn't cut off the head of a student if he was unhappy.

? That’s really learning with your life.

"...Your Majesty is busy with government affairs. It's better not to trouble Your Majesty with this trivial matter. I'll practice more by myself and just ask Mr. Gong." Wen Mingyu declined politely.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "Are you not willing to let Gu Lai teach?"

The tone was a little unhappy, with a hint of danger.

Wen Mingyu was excited, immediately shook his head, and said with a sweet smile: "How could it be? This is my honor, but I am afraid that I will be too stupid and delay His Majesty's business."

"I don't mind."

"That's great, I'm happy from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Mingyu obediently took the initiative to stick to it, his eyes were shining brightly, and he handed over the wolf brush with both hands. He was almost overflowing with joy, but in his heart he was thinking about blowing the dog emperor's head.

But Mu Zhan did not take over the writing. Instead, he stood behind him and asked him to write while he helped him read and find out the problem.

It had to be said that Mu Zhan was standing behind him. Even if he didn't say anything, his eyes were burning, but he still had an extremely strong sense of presence that could not be ignored at all.

Wen Mingyu inevitably felt a kind of pressure, just like the invigilator standing next to him and staring at him, nervous even holding a pen. He had no choice but to hypnotize himself in his mind. There was no one behind him, and all he could see was every word.

After reciting a few sentences like this, it still had some effect. He was stiff at the beginning, but gradually became more natural, and his strokes became smoother. But this was only before Mu Zhan took action.

As he was writing, Mu Zhan suddenly stretched out his hand and held Wen Mingyu's right hand, naturally controlling his hand and the Langhao pen. Such an action made the distance between the two people closer. Wen Mingyu

He was still sitting, but he was wrapped in Mu Zhan's arms, and he could still feel Mu Zhan leaning over, pressing weakly on his back.

He almost held him in his arms.

This was the closest Wen Mingyu had ever been to Mu Zhan. He had never been so close to anyone before and felt uncomfortable all over.

Compared with him, Mu Zhan looked much more calm, as if he really just wanted to teach him to write and took him with him. Wen Mingyu felt that his right hand was no longer his, being controlled by someone, stroke by stroke.

, like flowing clouds and flowing water, two words appeared on the paper after a while.

The handwriting is like a swimming dragon, powerful and sharp. What is written is the word Mu Zhan, the name of the emperor.

After finishing writing, Mu Zhan let go of his hand.

Wen Mingyu came back to his senses and immediately started blowing a rainbow fart, "I have long heard from my husband that His Majesty's calligraphy is extraordinary. I have always wanted to see it. It is really amazing. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to treasure it and take it out to appreciate from time to time.

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People can't help but admire and respect those who have strength and talent. Wen Mingyu's rainbow fart this time sounds a bit exaggerated and erratic, but in fact, compared with the previous closed-eyes and cheers, most of this time it is true feelings, and it is indeed very touching.

I like Mu Zhan's handwriting and hope I can write so well.

"It's up to you." Mu Zhan naturally sent the imperial pen away and said flatly, "Now it's up to you to try it."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment. What was written on it was the emperor's name. Wasn't it very taboo in ancient times? He could just follow it casually?

But a tyrant is a tyrant, and he has no scruples. When he saw that he was not moving, he reached out and clasped his fingers on the table, showing the demeanor of a strict teacher.

Wen Mingyu had no choice but to copy what Mu Zhan had written. Although the name "Lian Emperor" was a bit strange, Mu Zhan did point out where the writing was not strong enough, and he stopped writing too early, etc.

Before he knew it, Mu Zhan had written several pages full of paper. He was a little out of control at the beginning, and even broke through the back of the paper.

Wen Mingyu took one look at it and felt inexplicably like a pervert who had a crush on Mu Zhan. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble and feel a little hairy.

He didn't know why, so he subconsciously took a small step back.

Mu Zhan obviously didn't have such thoughts. He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Mingyu's practice results, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a rare smile.

Mu Zhan nodded and said something good.

Wen Mingyu raised his head and was about to laugh, but unexpectedly, Mu Zhan's hand suddenly fell on the side of his face, and even gently pinched his earlobe, caressing it slowly, as if he was playing with it.

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment and was frightened. She couldn't help but wonder if the tyrant suddenly became interested. Remembering that he was a gifted beauty, he should let him sleep with her...

Fortunately, Mu Zhan didn't seem to have this intention. He pinched his earlobe, and like a child who got a new toy, he was curious and interested, and said slowly: "It turns out there is a cinnabar mole on your ear. Why didn't I notice it before?"

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Wen Mingyu's ears were sensitive, and she felt numb when she was touched. She couldn't bear it. She wanted to grab Mu Zhan's hand and take it off, but she was not sure whether she would step on the tyrant's lightning point. The hand that was blocking her froze in mid-air, feeling a little dry.

Baba said: "...The mole is so small and inconspicuous. It is normal not to see it."

"Really?" Mu Zhan rubbed it for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand and said meaningfully, "This mole is in a good place."

Wen Mingyu was a little confused, why did he suddenly pay attention to the problem of moles. However, when he didn't know how to deal with it, just blow it.

"But I think His Majesty's mole is more beautiful, right here." Wen Mingyu smiled warmly and brightly, and pointed to his neck.

This was because Wen Mingyu was timid before and felt stressed when looking at Mu Zhan, so he moved his gaze slightly downward to look at Mu Zhan's chin. Naturally, he also noticed Mu Zhan's slender neck, protruding Adam's apple, and

He also has a small mole, which is strategically placed and makes Mu Zhan a little more sexy. If he becomes a star in the future, there will definitely be many fans licking the screen crazily.

After hearing this rainbow fart, Mu Zhan was noncommittal, as if he didn't even know he had a mole on his neck and didn't care.

In the study, Wen Mingyu was practicing calligraphy seriously, and Mu Zhan was giving guidance. He didn't talk much. He occasionally said a few words and went back and forth, but the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

At night, get ready for bed.

Wen Mingyu accidentally remembered the conversation in the afternoon, her face changed, and she walked over a few steps and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, she saw a small cinnabar mole on her left earlobe. It was so bright and bright that it gave her an indescribable feeling.

But the most important thing is that he remembered that his original body did not have this mole, but he did.

Wen Mingyu rubbed her earlobe with her fingertips, and the cinnabar mole was still there, very eye-catching.

Sanxi asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the young master?"

Wen Mingyu turned around and asked him, "Sanxi, do you remember if I had this mole on my ear when I first entered the palace?"

Sanxi recalled it for a while, her tone was uncertain, "It seems not? Didn't I notice it...doesn't the young master like this mole? But I heard that it is a sign of luck, and the beauty mark is the icing on the cake, making the young master more beautiful."

Wen Mingyu didn't listen carefully, shook his head and said it was nothing, then said good night to Sanxi and lay down on the bed to sleep.

However, I still thought about it.

The original body didn't exist before, but now it has grown and is in exactly the same position as your own. Has it really become your own body?

After accidentally traveling to ancient times, Wen Mingyu never thought that he might travel back in time someday, but looking at it now, is he slowly integrating into this world?

Thinking that he would never travel back in time, Wen Mingyu didn't have much regret. After all, he was alone and had nothing to miss in that world, so he just took things as they came.

He was actually thinking that if his original body, Wen Huangyu, had crossed paths with him, he hoped that he could live well there. He would be free from a bad native family like Guangyang Marquis, let go, live his own life, and be free.
Chapter completed!