As soon as Wen Mingyu had such an idea in his mind, he quickly waved his paws to scare away this terrible illusion.

That is a tyrant.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but think about it. Ever since he was in a coma with high fever for a few days, and everyone thought he was going to die, Mu Zhan's attitude had changed a lot, so much so that he really had the guts. What is he?

The feeling of pampering the sixth palace and the demon concubine.

He couldn't help but think about what. A very well-behaved pet, which also had the effects of sleeping pills, almost disappeared, so he became cherished?

The tyrant's thoughts were really hard to guess. After Wen Mingyu thought about it for a long time, he threw it away. He was not a strategist in the TV series.

The other party’s thoughts and plans. He doesn’t pursue much, and he only needs to go as far as he can. Anyway, no matter how the tyrant looks at it, he doesn’t like him casually.

If there is such a chance that one day, Mu Zhan likes him, the possessiveness and control will seem a bit scary. It is best to keep it as it is now.

Soon, they entered the palace banquet scene.

As soon as the holy chariot arrived, everyone knelt down to salute, and from above they could only see the black heads.

Wen Mingyu stood beside Mu Zhan, looking at the large formation, so many people, she really felt nervous, and her body was a little stiff.

Mu Zhan noticed it and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Wen Mingyu whispered: "There are too many ‌, I'm a little nervous."

Mu Zhan said without even thinking: "Let them all go away."

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded.

What does this mean? Shouldn't we despise him as useless and let him go away, right?

Tyrant, you have failed!

Moreover, if everyone is driven away, how can the banquet be held?

Wen Mingyu quickly grabbed his sleeve, leaned over and whispered, "Your Majesty, if you are by my side, I will be fine."

Mu Zhan looked at him for a while and seemed to think he was too clingy and coquettish, but he didn't say anything and allowed him to stick close to him, pulling him to sit on the main seat and gesturing that he would be flat.

The ministers all stood up and glanced at the upper seats intentionally or unintentionally. As early as when they arrived and found that there was an extra seat next to the emperor's distinguished seat, they had been thinking about it.

They had just bowed, and although they lowered their heads, the hall was quiet, and they could still vaguely or vaguely whisper. They didn't know what they were saying, but they could sense a sense of closeness.

They all wanted to know how on earth ‌‌ could make the tyrant treat him so differently.

After taking a look, they instantly understood that it was reasonable for the Holy Lord to favor him with such an appearance, but they didn't know how long it would last and when he would die.

Such thoughts crossed their minds, but they concealed them well.

Mu Zhan announced the opening of the banquet.

Because this is a celebration banquet, the most important thing is of course that the general comes forward to report the victory, and Mu Zhan comes forward to reward him.

A man in a military attaché uniform walked to the middle. He had dark skin and a tall build. He knelt down respectfully and looked like a hill.

He briefly talked about the situation of the battle. His few words were sonorous and powerful, which actually made him feel passionate and immersed in the situation. He felt victorious and happy.

Mu Zhan was not stingy with a bunch of rewards, which must have commended him for his outstanding military exploits in defending his family and country.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward. Your Majesty, you have devoted your whole life to me. After death, I will do what I should do, and I will be honored."

Wei Ying's martial voice is as loud as a bell, his body is bulging with muscles, and he has the evil aura that has been on the battlefield for a long time, like an evil ghost, which is inevitably a bit scary.

Many ministers were so shocked by his voice that their ears buzzed. They were also a little surprised when they heard Mingyu sitting on it. But maybe because they had been around the oppressive Mu Zhan for a long time, they were not afraid. They were just thinking about this general.

I'm afraid they are already two meters tall, which makes them feel a bit giant.

Wei Yingwu noticed his gaze and looked over. Then he arched his thick eyebrows and smiled naively.

From a mighty general to a husky in one second.

Wen Mingyu was amused by the associations in his mind.

But soon, Mu Zhan spoke up and diverted Wen Mingyu's attention.

"If you want it, Gu Ye Ming has prepared it for you. Go back and sit down."

When Wei Yingwu heard these words, his eyes instantly lit up, and he was happier than before when he was rewarded with gold, silver and jewels, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Xiaoxue and the others are with us!"

Wen Mingyu didn't understand what kind of reward this riddle was? Xiaoxue? According to the common practice in ancient times, it must have been a reward for beauty, right?

Wei Yingwu was ordered to sit back in his seat. The big guy was sitting in a very spacious seat, and he felt like he was sitting on a small kindergarten bench. He looked a bit aggrieved.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but take a second look, and curiously wanted to ask Mu Zhan what the reward was. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Mu Zhan staring at him coldly.

Wen Mingyu swallowed back his words instantly, obediently picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip.

He didn't know why Mu Zhan suddenly became angry, but he still put his tail between his legs and pretended to be good.

After a while, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this juice is delicious."

Mu Zhan had no expression on his face and said flatly: "Really?"

He looked so indifferent, he was like a professional cold-talker.

Wen Mingyu didn't care and put a shrimp ball into Mu Zhan's bowl. He laughed and said it tasted delicious with the shrimp balls, so he lowered his head and ate it himself.

Of course, there will be no performance at the banquet. The dancer has a voluptuous figure, slender hands, and lotus joints as white and tender. As she dances gracefully, she wears thin gauze clothes, and her thin waist is barely visible.

Wen Mingyu had never seen such a wonderful performance before, especially when the dancers performed difficult movements. He was amazed - the body could be so soft and bent at such an angle? Really?

‌Are there any bones?

He was so engrossed in what he was watching that he didn't even notice the glances coming from Mu Zhan one after another and the swish of air-conditioning next to him.

"stop!"

Mu Zhan suddenly gave a gloomy order.

The dancers stopped one after another, and the musicians also put away their hands on the strings and knelt down fearfully.

"It's so boring."

As soon as she said this, the dancer was shaking like chaff, her hands and feet were weak, and she wanted to beg for mercy, but she was afraid that her crying would make the tyrant angry, and she didn't know what to do.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and I didn't even dare to breathe heavily when I was there, trying my best to reduce my sense of presence.

Wen Mingyu was stunned, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he first saw the tyrant. He was as scared as the dancer. When he was in danger, of course he couldn't be reckless enough to help others, because that would be harmful.

It's harmful to himself. But in the past half, he has given the tyrant so many compliments. If possible, he still wants to try to help.

He hesitated for two seconds, then leaned over and whispered: "Your Majesty, are they not dancing well? I have never seen the performance, so I may not appreciate it, but it is the first time that I can watch it with you. I think

It’s very beautiful and very happy.”

Mu Zhan turned his head and looked at him with a deep look in his eyes. After a few seconds, he didn't know what he was thinking. He waved his hand and said coldly: "Back off, I don't want to see such a boring performance again."

The dancer standing in the middle quickly thanked her and carefully retreated with the others.

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down a bit, the courtiers couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The Prime Minister stood up to smooth things over and said, "General Wei, the iron-blooded man, this soft dance seems boring, so it's normal. I thought, maybe we can have a polo match to make things better."

‌Qingjun‌ had some fun, what do you think?"

Busy eating meat and drinking, Wei Yingwu was suddenly called on, and was a little confused. Didn't he like those dance performances? They were pretty good. But seeing that they all seemed to require him to dislike them, he reluctantly acquiesced.

.Anyway, polo is fun.

Wei Yingwu took a big bite of the meat. But of course, he still looked at the Holy One.

Everyone was looking at Mu Zhan, but Mu Zhan glanced at Wen Mingyu and found that his eyes were bright and interested, so he said lightly: "Then do it with your heart."

The Minister of Rites responded immediately and said that it would be done well.

After the performance, the banquet turned into a large-scale social gathering.

Everyone who can occupy a place here is very talented. It is easy to bring up a topic without being silent. They can also make insinuations and slander the opponent. But today, there is no need to pay attention.

They were all placed on the person next to the Holy Master. Wen Mingyu couldn't get into the current topic of conversation, so he immediately changed it and turned to poetry and songs, using poems to hide his meaning, and to test the subject in a subtle way.

Wen Mingyu felt something, but he pretended not to understand. He just talked about culture and did not go any further. In this way, he actually gave him a watertight and hard-to-hand feeling.

Mu Zhan held his chin with one hand and watched the scene condescendingly.

A group of old foxes wanted to attack a soft rabbit, but the rabbit just had no plans and was not stupid. His eyes were widened with vigilance, his hair was all over his body, he bared his little milk teeth and howled fiercely. For a moment, the old fox

Shocked.

Mu Zhan found it interesting, and the corner of his lips curled up. Inadvertently, his eyes fell on Wen Mingyu's legs. His hands were placed obediently on his knees, and his slender fingers were exposed a little from the sleeves, covered by dark colors.

‌The palace attire was as delicate as white porcelain. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the snow-white color.

Wen Mingyu felt it and tilted his head to look over in confusion, his eyes seeming to ask what was wrong.

Mu Zhan looked very calm on the surface, and there was no trace of what he was doing, as if it was just Wen Mingyu's illusion. But when he looked down, he saw that his fingers were obviously being caught and played with, and they were a little itchy.

At this time, someone happened to ask Wen Mingyu if he would participate in the polo match. Wen Mingyu had to look away and answered absentmindedly.

At the palace banquet, the ‌‌ each had their own thoughts, some ‌ were busy wooing ‌, some ‌ wanted the ‌ daughter ‌ to marry General Wei, and some ‌ tested Wen Mingyu’s background... But no matter what, in the end,

It ended successfully.

Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu were sent off by the court officials first, and then the others also went home one after another. The most comfortable person in the whole banquet was Wei Yingwu, who had been eating meat and was leaving.

I didn't forget to pack it either.
To be continued...