When she got up in the morning, Wen Mingyu didn't notice anything wrong. Everything went as usual, including washing and changing clothes and having breakfast.

Then, go to the study room for class.

The sun was shining on the road, which made him a little dizzy and his palms felt slightly hot, but the symptoms were so mild that he didn't take it to heart.

Sometimes, it may be easier for others to see the problem than for you.

Sanxi was careful and looked at him worriedly, "Young Master seems to be in low spirits. Is he feeling unwell?"

Wen Mingyu tilted his head, "It's okay..."

He raised his hand and touched his forehead. He felt that the temperature was quite normal, so he shook his head and said it was okay.

Sanxi then said: "It's been cold lately, sir. You should pay attention to wearing more clothes. It's the easiest time to feel the cold."

Wen Mingyu nodded and thanked Sanxi for his concern, but he didn't pay much attention to these minor illnesses. He used to rely on self-healing for colds and fevers. Taking medicine cost money, which was completely unnecessary. He could wait a few more days and heal himself.

It will be fine.

So, Wen Mingyu felt that she was in good health, waved her hand towards Sanxi, and said coolly that she didn't need to put on more clothes. However, as soon as she stepped out, she was blown by the evil wind outside, and her hair was flying and being slapped coldly.

My face...and my body honestly trembled.

He turned back decisively and took a thick coat from Sanxi's hand. He was instantly warm. With the buff to resist the cold wind, he was fine again. He even walked to the study with a thin layer of hair on his forehead.

sweat.

After finishing the class successfully, Wen Mingyu took out his homework. After Gong Xue read it, he commented, saying that although his ideas were young, he had personal and unique insights. If he continued to think deeply, there would be unexpected things.

reward.

Then, Wen Mingyu silently took out the results that he had revised, supplemented and polished after being criticized by Mu Zhan. Gong Xue's eyes lit up and he praised unabashedly: "All the shortcomings have been corrected, and everything has been improved."

There are some details that I didn’t expect. Yes, you can be your own husband."

Wen Mingyu scratched his face in embarrassment, "...I am far from that level. It was only when someone pointed out my problem that I..."

"Who is it?" Gong Xue was very interested, thinking he was one of the doctors who taught him, and wanted to talk to him.

Wen Mingyu said dryly: "...it's the Holy One."

Gong Xue: "..."

Oh, forget it then.

After a while, Gong Xue couldn't help but ask: "Does His Majesty often check your homework?"

Wen Mingyu shook his head, "No, just occasionally."

Gong Xue was surprised in his heart, and he became more and more confused about how the Holy One viewed the young man in front of him.

"This is a rare honor." Gong Xue said with emotion. How many people have worked hard to submit their papers to the Holy Master, but they may not have the opportunity. But Wen Mingyu's coursework can make it possible.

The Holy One saw that this was the kind of treatment only a favored little prince would receive.

"Has Your Majesty read the little policy paper you wrote before?" Gong Xueyen.

"No."

"That's a pity. Although what you wrote is only a very rough policy concept, it is a good idea and deserves to be discussed in detail. If it can be approved by the Holy Emperor, you may take the imperial examination in the future, the imperial examination... forget it, let's not talk about it.

so far away."

Gong Xue subconsciously told Wen Mingyu according to his usual requirements and expectations for supervisors, but it was still unclear which path Wen Mingyu would take in the future. He stopped talking in time and continued to read his homework.

Wen Mingyu was a little lost in thought. If others talked about something a lot, he would take it to heart. He couldn't help but think, what on earth will he do in the future?

In the past, he worried about making money every day. The only thing he could think about was concealing his identity as an omega, studying and taking exams step by step, and then finding a safe small planet to settle down and doing an ordinary and stable job. His partner would depend on fate, but it was very likely.

He lives alone. This is his life plan.

However, when he suddenly traveled here, all his plans were disrupted. What he thought about every day became to increase the favorability of the tyrant and then find an opportunity to leave the palace. But what should he do after leaving?

He is currently doing very well in studies and enjoys the sense of fulfillment. If Mu Zhan is excluded, he may really follow the path of a scholar, take the imperial examination, and strive to become a small civil servant. But he is Mu Zhan's person, so he only

He can move within the circle allowed by him and has no freedom of choice. If he dares to propose leaving and angers Mu Zhan, the consequences will be disastrous.

Moreover, he will be in estrus before he is eighteen years old, and he must not stay with Mu Zhan at that time. If he succeeds in escaping, he will be even less likely to take the imperial examination, because the prey will come to his door on his own initiative.

Therefore, in the end, we have to run away and go out to work as a laborer to make money to support ourselves.

Wen Mingyu immersed himself in studying, thinking about how much he could learn before leaving.

At lunch, Wen Mingyu naturally ate with Mu Zhan, and they were very full. Zhao Dequan suggested that the chrysanthemums in the Imperial Garden were in bloom, which was suitable for walking and admiring.

Mu Zhan was not very interested in flower viewing. He glanced at Wen Mingyu lazily and asked, "Would you like to go?"

Wen Mingyu was too lazy to move and just wanted to lie down, so he shook his head and said with a smile: "I think it would be good to chat with His Majesty here."

Mu Zhan glanced at his belly and said calmly: "It's better to take a walk, otherwise you may see a fat person with a broken belly in the future, which will hurt your eyes."

Wen Mingyu: "...?"

So why ask him for his opinion and then attack him personally?

In the royal garden.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan took a leisurely walk to enjoy the flowers. A group of palace people followed behind them, separated by a distance. Mu Zhan requested that they not like others to be too close.

At first, Wen Mingyu was quite energetic and walked side by side with Mu Zhan, looking at the brilliantly blooming chrysanthemums, with many varieties and bright colors. But slowly, his pace slowed down and he fell behind.

Mu Zhan frowned, stopped, turned around and said, "Why are you so slow?"

The afternoon sun shone down and reflected on Wen Mingyu's face, like a layer of hazy golden tulle, making his handsome appearance even more stunning. He stood there, seemingly lost in thought, and heard Mu Zhan

He heard the voice, pursed his lips, smiled subconsciously, and immediately jumped up to catch up.

Mu Zhan waited for him to come over, but unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Mingyu took a step forward, his body fell forward softly as if someone had suddenly taken away the bones.

Mu Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face changed, and before he could think of anything, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the person. When he touched his skin, he realized that his body temperature was shockingly hot, and his face was filled with an unnatural blush.

He opened his mouth and gasped rapidly.

In an instant, Mu Zhan's face turned extremely ugly.

His tone was ghastly, as if he was talking to a dead person, "With all those people, no one noticed that he was sick?"

The palace man turned pale and knelt on the ground.

Tai Chi Hall.

The atmosphere was extremely gloomy and depressing, with everyone kneeling on the ground and not daring to make a sound.

After Wen Mingyu fainted, the imperial doctor came to see him and made some medicine for him to take, but he still couldn't wake up and his face became worse and worse, as if he was suffering from some great pain.

Several imperial doctors took turns taking pulses, trembling with fear and fear.

Mu Zhan said coldly: "What's going on?"

The imperial doctor knelt down and his voice trembled uncontrollably, "I heard about the master's condition. His symptoms are like wind and cold and fever, but his pulse is weird. I have never seen it before... I am incompetent..."

"You mean, none of you have the ability to cure him?" Mu Zhansen's cold voice sounded like it came from hell.

The imperial doctor shuddered and buried his head deeper into the ground, shivering, "This, this condition is unusual. It is not an ordinary fever. I am afraid that I have been poisoned by a poison I have never seen before. Please give me a chance, and I will develop an antidote immediately."

."

Mu Zhan: "How long will it take?"

"This...I don't know."

"So, you have no choice but to use the antidote as an excuse. What's the use of you wastes? Drag them all down!"

"No! Your Majesty, forgive me. I still have a wife and children at home. I don't want to die. I don't want to die..."

The imperial doctor struggled violently and begged for mercy, but after hearing this, Mu Zhan did not waver at all, but said coldly and expressionlessly: "Really? If you feel that dying alone is too lonely, then I will help you and let you

My wife and children will accompany you on the road to hell."

The imperial doctor froze instantly, his face turned as white as paper, and fell to the ground. The other imperial doctors also fell silent. The hall was extremely quiet, with the only sound of people being dragged down and the slight sound of cloth rubbing against the ground.

In the past six months, Mu Zhan had rarely killed anyone, and his temper seemed to have become much gentler. They almost forgot that he was a tyrant with countless bloody lives on his hands. Begging for mercy would not be useful. It would only accelerate his own death in disguise.

Just death.

Zhao Dequan stood in a corner of the hall, his hands and feet were cold. He had never felt so strongly as at this moment, hoping that Wen Mingyu was safe and would wake up soon.

I don’t know if God heard my prayer or it was just a coincidence.

The thin figure on the bed suddenly made a muffled sound, curled up in discomfort, closed his eyes, and moved towards Mu Zhan who was sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers unconsciously grabbed Mu Zhan's clothes, and his movements revealed complete trust and trust.

close.

He reluctantly opened his eyes a little, gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "I'm fine... don't kill the imperial doctor, okay?"

Mu Zhan looked down at him, his eyes filled with murderous intent and hostility, "Do you still care about others?"

Wen Mingyu tried her best to hold back something. She was so weak that she could only pull Mu Zhan's sleeve lightly and whispered again: "Your Majesty, please..."

Mu Zhan was silent for a while, and just when Wen Mingyu was about to close his eyes again, he said coldly: "I will lock them up first. If you die, I will not keep such a useless person."

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his frown, and smiled weakly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I will be fine."

But the voice was so weak, as if it might die at any moment.

Mu Zhan's face was still dark, and he did not vent his murderous thoughts. The irritability and annoyance in his heart became more and more serious, and the eyes he looked at Wen Mingyu also showed murderous intent.

It would be better to die in his hands than to die in such an unreasonable and ridiculous way.

No one knew that it was normal for the imperial doctor to not see the symptoms. Because Wen Mingyu was not sick at all. It was not until a burning heat surged from his body and the flames licked and burned all over his body that he realized that he was in estrus.

Earlier.

To be more precise, it was due to the frequent use of inhibitors that led to body system disorders and early pseudoestrus.
Chapter completed!