Autumn time, royal hunt.

Now it's time again. With Mu Zhan as the center, we set out for the hunting ground in a mighty manner.

Wen Mingyu naturally wanted to get up.

Ancient carriages are naturally not as convenient as future transportation, but for the emperor, they naturally have to be the best in everything. They are gorgeous and spacious, with soft cushions, and are equipped with small tables and cabinets. They are almost as good as ‌.

‌Mobile small room. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the necessary features.

‌So, Wen Mingyu didn't feel any discomfort on the way. The carriage was swaying, and ‌‌ was careful to fall asleep.

Two days later, we arrived at the palace.

This place has always been taken care of. Of course, careful preparations were made before the emperor came, so that he could move in immediately upon arrival.

Although the palace was only a temporary residence for the emperor, there were still clusters of palaces in a well-proportioned manner. The flying pavilions, flowing pills, and jade towers were another small palace.

Wen Mingyu had just moved in, and without a palace attendant to guide him, he would definitely have lost his way. Obviously, he had to memorize the route again. Fortunately, his memory was good, and he could basically remember the path he had taken.

On the first day, I was in a hurry and started hunting immediately.

The journey from the palace to the hunting ground is not too long, but it only lasts for two days. After arriving, it is natural to take a shower first to wash off the dust and take a short rest.

Wen Mingyu finally felt more relaxed after having her long hair dried by the palace attendants. The long, satin-like hair was very beautiful, but it was also really heavy. Before washing her hair, there was no hair dryer, so she had to use

Wring the cloth slowly.

Wen Mingyu wanted to cut his hair for the first time, but he just thought about it. In ancient times, the body and skin were affected by the parents' method. If he had to cut it, he would probably be able to see people.

Mu Zhan had also taken a bath, and took off his hair crown. His long black hair fell naturally, covering his sharp eyebrows. He looked a little lazy and casual, and his temperament seemed to have softened, like a gentle and jade-like modesty.

Mr. Qian, I no longer have the terrible feeling that a tyrant should have.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Wen Mingyu: "Come here."

Wen Mingyu immediately realized that Mu Zhan wanted to sleep on a pillow. After all, the smell of his own pheromones could calm him down, which was better than any soothing medicine.

Thinking about this, he obediently climbed onto the dragon bed, moved past Mu Zhan skillfully, and rolled into the bed. Only his little head was exposed, and his eyes were bright, as if filled with tiny pieces of light.

When he came over, Mu Zhan smelled a faint fruity aroma, which was very sweet. It made people want to peel off the outer peel and bite the fruit to see that the flesh was as soft as he imagined.

juice.

Wen Mingyu noticed the gaze falling on his head, which was dark and deep, and he naturally wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but as soon as he made a move, there was a heavy weight around him, and Mu Zhan also lay down, ‌‌‌

Nonsense, just close your eyes and fall asleep.

Turning his head and looking, he could see the faint tiredness in Mu Zhan's eyes. He came all the way, riding a horse or a carriage was a comfortable thing.

, the emperor is a miserable social beast who has to deal with government affairs on the road.

Wen Mingyu was eating and Mu Zhan was working.

Wen Mingyu was careful not to fall asleep while Mu Zhan was working.

Wen Mingyu woke up, but Mu Zhan was still working.

…

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but feel guilty and shrank into a corner. He was too embarrassed to be a salted fish. It was as if he was playing with his mobile phone when the top student next to him stopped brushing the questions and was covered in self-consciousness.

‌, playing games is very exciting.

He had no choice but to continue playing in a panic.

When he wanted to sleep, he couldn't help but glance at Mu Zhan's eyes, and then opened his eyelids again. After passing the ‌‌, he lowered his eyes sleepily, and his lower eyelids became sticky.

His head was tilted, and he accidentally knocked his head against the wall of the car, making a slight noise.

When Mu Zhan heard this, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Wen Mingyu woke up and raised his head, wondering what he was thinking, he subconsciously reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then looked at Mu Zhan without any precaution.

……wanna die.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Mu Zhan was originally irritated and gloomy due to political affairs, his temples ached, and murderous intent surged in his heart. However, his bad mood was suddenly interrupted by a voice, which made him look around consciously and found that he smelled

Mingyu dozed off and hit the wall of the car. He woke up with a fright. He looked dazed and sleepy, like a silly stuffed animal.

The violent anger just dissipated and turned into a kind of helplessness.

Mu Zhan couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

Wen Mingyu became angry from shame, angry that he fell asleep, and angry that Mu Zhan laughed at him. He deliberately looked away, sat upright, and pretended that nothing had happened, as if the person just now was him and he was innocent.

, everything is clear.

But Mu Zhan, the guy, was not considerate at all. He did not follow the pretense and expose the embarrassing situation, but directly said: "Sleep if you want."

Wen Ming Yugang was so stubborn that he felt very energetic and almost wanted to sleep. However, Mu Zhan grabbed his wrist and pushed him down on the soft cushion. Then Mu Zhan also lay down.

‌Go.

The carriage seats are divided into two opposite sides. If you just sit there, they are spacious enough, and two people can lie down, but it is a bit cramped.

Wen Mingyu was so squeezed that she was lying against the wall of the car, feeling a little dazed.

What does it mean that I can sleep whenever I want? It’s obviously your fault!

The room where a person sleeps is spacious and comfortable. If he has to squeeze in, he will turn into a burrito.

I complained in my heart, but there was no way I could kick Mu Zhan down, so I had to make do with it and fell asleep. Then I had a nightmare of being entangled by a python and almost being eaten.

Now we arrived at the palace and lay down on the soft and comfortable big bed.

Wen Mingyu slept in the carriage, and she slept soundly. She thought she should have fallen asleep, but unexpectedly, she fell asleep not long after.

I slept until half the time.

Wen Mingyu felt vaguely itchy on his face, but he was still half asleep and half awake. His consciousness was blurred and he had no ability to think. He frowned reflexively, raised his hand and waved it over, saying something.

‌ face, snap ‌ down, ‌ sound is still ‌ small.

He slowly opened his eyes and blinked twice. When he saw clearly what was happening in front of him, he was so frightened that all the sleepy people ran away in an instant. He was so scared that he peed.

Because, his hand was placed on Mu Zhan's face, and the palm of his hand pressed the handsome face slightly sunken, which detracted from the emperor's majestic face.

Apparently, he was asleep and slapped the tyrant.

When Wen Mingyu realized the point, his eyes widened and his heart beat rapidly. He felt that he should be in a bed at this time, but in a coffin.

He is dead! There is no hope!

A few seconds passed, and many thoughts flashed through Wen Mingyu's mind, trying to save himself. Then, he slowly closed his eyes again, pretending not to wake up, as if sleepwalking, and quickly removed his hand from

Mu Zhan's face retracted.

But unfortunately, his little idea worked. As soon as he moved, Mu Zhan caught his wrist.

Wen Mingyu trembled subconsciously, like a pitiful little animal.

He wanted to pretend to be asleep, but Mu Zhan let him have his wish. Instead, he deliberately reached out to touch his face, caressed the end of his eyes, and pressed lightly and heavily with his fingertips, slowly and carefully.

woke up."

It was a question, but the tone of the statement. He knew very well that Wen Mingyu was awake.

Next, Wen Mingyu had no choice but to pretend, so she could only open her eyes and looked into Mu Zhan's eyes, thinking of some remedy.

"How dare you beat me?"

In a word, Wen Mingyu felt that the boards of his coffin had been covered.

I want to cry, ugh.

But he still had to fight to the death. Wen Mingyu opened his mouth and said in annoyance and flattery: "Your Majesty, I just saw a mosquito, so..."

Mu Zhan didn't say anything. He just lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Mingyu intently. His fingers moved slowly on his face, sliding down from the end of his eyes to the corners of his lips. His lips were very colorful.

Beautiful, red and pink, like flower petals.

Wen Mingyu was still immersed in self-salvation and couldn't help but say: "I was wrong..."

But because the finger was right next to the lips and the mouth was opened, it naturally sunk into the gap between the lips.

Wen Mingyu: "...?"

Mu Zhan's expression became very strange. His fingertips were wet and wrapped in soft warmth. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. It even spread along the fingertips to his heart, causing bursts of itching.

Subconsciously, he moved his fingers.

Wen Mingyu: "...???"

‌What is the situation?

So weird.

Wen Mingyu subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and pushed it out. It was a push-off action, but it also seemed like licking.

Mu Zhan felt it, his eyes suddenly darkened, his fingers consciously curled up, and he pressed down.

"Woo..."
To be continued...