The first time I rode a horse, I felt very complicated and sour.

Wen Mingyu felt that these legs were not his own and were already useless. He couldn't help but wonder if the dog emperor did it on purpose and taught him to ride a horse just to see his embarrassing attitude.

He couldn't even walk well, so he went back with Mu Zhan.

When he got off the chariot and walked into the hall where he lived, the complicated eyes handed over by the familiar palace servants made him want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

These people must have misunderstood that he had served in bed, and maybe they were still thinking in their hearts that they were worthy of being a tyrant, so fierce that they made everyone like this.

Wen Mingyu was so embarrassed that she was almost dead.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind him, and his steps were neat. The next second, Wen Mingyu felt his body suddenly hanging in the air, which was so shocked that he couldn't help but yell, and the conditioned reflex grabbed Mu Zhan's clothes.

Mu Zhan hugged him up, in the position of a princess hugging him.

For a moment, Wen Mingyu couldn't tell whether it was his penguin step or his embarrassment or his embarrassment by being hugged by the princess.

But at this moment, there was no choice. He lowered his head and turned his face to Mu Zhan's chest, which was a bit like an ostrich burying the sand, as if others could not see his face, so they could be regarded as not him.

Mu Zhan was very strong, and he easily hugged him. He stepped into the hall with great strides and quickly put the person on the bed.

Wen Mingyu raised his head and said, "Thank you Your Majesty."

Mu Zhan looked at him for two seconds and laughed out loud again.

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Damn, take back his thanks just now.

Mu Zhan did not restrain himself, and still had a smile in his eyes. He turned around and looked at Sanxi and said, "You are serving him closely, right?"

Sanxi quickly responded respectfully.

Mu Zhan ordered: "Prepare hot water, soak his feet, and carefully massage his calves."

Sanxi went to prepare immediately.

Not long after, he came in with a wooden basin, put it down by the bed, carefully took off Wen Mingyu's shoes and socks, and slowly put it into the water with his feet.

Wen Mingyu's toes immediately curled up as soon as he touched the water, and shrank back like an electric shock. When he touched the hot water, his skin turned red.

When Mu Zhan saw it, he asked Sanxi coldly, "I haven't even tried the water temperature? How did you serve your master?"

The water temperature was tried, but because the emperor was watching from the side, Sanxi was too nervous and forgot to lift some water and splash it on Wen Ming's feet to adapt.

Sanxi was frightened and accused of guilt, but Wen Mingyu spoke for him first, "Your Majesty, the water is not very hot, it is my own problem. My skin is sensitive and it will easily turn red when stimulated."

As he said that, in order to prove it, he reached out to pinch his back, but he didn't use much force, but a faint red mark appeared on it.

Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, and a strong desire arises in his heart, wanting to leave more traces on his white skin.

But he didn't show it on his face, but just whispered, "Sweet."

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips and was a little unhappy. This is her natural physique. What's the matter with being delicate? The dog emperor is just a dog and can't spit out ivory.

Seeing that the emperor had no intention of punishment, Sanxi continued to help Wen Mingyu soak her feet and massage her feet. His hands held Wen Mingyu's feet, one yellow and one white, and the contrast was very obvious. His movements were very light, but his skin was rough. After pressing, there were a few red marks on Wen Mingyu's instep.

Mu Zhan looked at it and couldn't help frowning, feeling very eye-catching, and was extremely unhappy. Naturally, he didn't have the personality to hold back, so he kicked Sanxi directly. It was not very powerful, but it scared Sanxi very much.

“Get down.”

Sanxi didn't dare to say a word, and trembled and retreated aside. Then, he found that the emperor had occupied his original position, squatted down, reached out to hold Mr. Wen's feet...???

Sanxi was completely stunned.

Not only him, Zhao Dequan was also confused. Although he knew in his heart that the emperor favored Mr. Wen, this... was too condescending to be noble. How could the emperor do what such a talented person did?

Zhao Dequan dared not say anything or ask anything, and he wanted to blind himself. He remembered that there seemed to be an emperor in the previous dynasty who especially liked to play with jade feet. Could it be that the emperor also had this kind of hobby?

No matter what, this was not something he could do, so he quickly waved to Sanxi and other palace servants, and quietly retreated with them, leaving only Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu alone.

They went out, but Wen Mingyu was almost panicked when facing Mu Zhan alone. Why did the dog emperor hold his feet? He didn't like his feet. Do you want to cut them off?

As soon as Mu Zhan squatted down, Wen Mingyu immediately bent down, and was so anxious that he wanted to pull him away, "Your Majesty, I can do it myself..."

But Mu Zhan easily avoided his hand and said as if instructed: "Don't move around."

Wen Mingyu could only lie on his knees, looking at Mu Zhan nervously, pinching his calves with distinct joints and rubbing his muscles hard. The feeling was so sour...

Wen Mingyu had no other thoughts in his heart. He was so painful that he couldn't hold it in and screamed.

"It hurts... don't, don't touch there!"

"Your Majesty, please, really..."

"I don't want it anymore..."

Wen Mingyu was so painful that tears came out, her voice was crying, rustling, and a little breasted, which sounded pitiful and adorable.

However, the person in front of him was Mu Zhan, which was not normal. After hearing this sound, he felt that his internal organs were hit hard, and it was extremely chaotic, as if a fire was thrown into the wasteland of dry weeds, burning wildly, burning from his brain to his heart, and spreading rapidly to his whole body. Reason was destroyed, blood boiled, eyes were blood congested, and his temples were pounding and swelling. His body was very uncomfortable, but an extremely rare and wonderful feeling of satisfaction surged in his heart.

Wen Mingyu's calves are very beautiful, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, not too slender, but not thick, just right, with beautiful curves of the insteps, fair and delicate skin, and a silk-like touch, just like beautiful jade.

The only flaw is perhaps the bruise that hits the stirrups when riding a horse in the afternoon, which is particularly obvious with white skin.

Mu Zhan gently stroked a blue purple line across his ankle, as if he had been tied up by something. He stared at it like this, his eyes became deeper and darker.

Wen Mingyu felt the hand holding his feet tightening slightly, a little confused and whispered: "...Your Majesty?"

He didn't know that Mu Zhan couldn't take his gaze at all, and even wanted to lower his head and kiss him little by little along his legs... Just imagining that scene, he couldn't help but be excited, his heart beat very fast, and his fingers were trembling faintly, like a pervert.

Mu Zhan closed his eyes, curled away the tide that was surging in his eyes, and continued to rub Wen Mingyu's muscles as if nothing had happened. If he ignored that he had stayed in every place for too long, he looked like a professional.

Although the pressing process was so painful, Wen Mingyu could not deny it. After pressing, it felt a little refreshing and his muscles were relaxed.

Mu Zhan let go of his legs, got up to wash his hands, wiped it dry with a brocade marigold, and sat down next to Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu's feet in the wooden basin moved, and his mood was a little complicated. Unexpectedly, the tyrant actually gave him a massage of his feet. A stick and a sweet date? He can't be deceived. The tyrant's brain circuit is abnormal and he can't think of it with normal people's thinking.

However, no matter what, Mu Zhan helped him.

Wen Mingyu raised her head and looked at Mu Zhan with a sweet smile, "Your Majesty is so nice, thank you."

But Mu Zhan glanced at him and said directly: "Are you still holding a grudge in your heart? Are you dissatisfied with the fact that you just laughed at you?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned and shook her head decisively, "No, it's just a little bit just now, and it's already gone."

He stretched out his thumb and index finger, put it together, and then separated it at a very small distance, vividly emphasizing that it was just a little bit.

Mu Zhan sneered, not believing it, then suddenly reached out and pinched Wen Mingyu's cheek, rubbed his thumb, scraping the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slowly said: "I can't bear this pain, what do you do in the future?"

What to do?

Wen Mingyu was instantly alert. Could it be that it was a matter of serving the bed? He had heard that this kind of thing seemed to be particularly painful for the first time, and this tyrant didn't seem to be a gentle person. It would be useless to beg for mercy. He would definitely be miserable, let alone the pheromones.

Wen Mingyu didn't say anything, and only glanced at Mu Zhan's hand touching his face with his light.

Mu Zhan: "Don't you be alone? You just touched your feet."

Wen Mingyu also knew that he had just washed his hands, but his mind was so strange that he felt dirty, and it was difficult to accept that he touched his feet and his face.

Wen Mingyu smiled, "How could it be? Of course not."

"Is that true?" Mu Zhan curled his lips and pinched his face, rubbed and played for a long time like he was pinching dough.

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Want to beat a dog!

But the person in front of him was a tyrant, so he could only bear it.

Mu Zhan pinched for a while, and saw that he didn't respond, he felt bored. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "Do you know what Gu was thinking just now?"

Wen Mingyu shook her head.

Mu Zhan suddenly glanced at his legs, saying unexplainedly: "Your legs look pretty."

...So you need to cut it off?!

Wen Mingyu's first reaction when he thought of the rumors about the cruel tyrant was this. He couldn't help but roar and wanted to interrupt his dog legs.

Wen Mingyu smiled: "No, I think Your Majesty's legs look better."

"Have you seen it?" Mu Zhan asked back.

Wen Mingyu paused for a moment, shook her head silently.

Mu Zhan sighed, "You can't even lie, why are you so stupid?"

Wen Mingyu really wanted to say that he had just relied on the rainbow fart trick to survive, and that the dog emperor was stupid to be deceived.

Wen Mingyu didn't say anything, but couldn't help but pursed her lips, then reacted, and smiled and said, "I just think that Your Majesty is so perfect, so naturally everything is the best."

Mu Zhan touched his head, his tone was perfunctory, like coaxing a child, "Yes, you are the best at talking."

Wen Mingyu was in a very delicate mood.

"What color do you like? I'll make you an ankle for you, and it should be very suitable to wear it."

Wen Mingyu had a question mark. He really deserves to be a tyrant. He can ask all of this. It is exactly the same as what color of sack you like. The key is that others are talking and joking, and tyrants can really come to the real world.

Wen Mingyu politely declined, "Your Majesty, I appreciate it, so there is no need to be so troublesome."

“What color?”

Wen Mingyu: "I really don't need it."

"Last time."

Wen Mingyu was stared at by the oppressive gaze and immediately became timid and said quickly: "Golden!"

Why do you suddenly get angry? It’s so difficult to be a human being.

Mu Zhan smiled satisfied, "I also think you are very suitable for golden color."

Wen Mingyu: "..."
Chapter completed!