Today's hunting is over, and the princes and nobles naturally want to praise the most noble emperor. Of course, educated people will not brag forcefully, but they will brag in a very literary and cultivated manner without appearing to be flattering.

However, the person being held up was indifferent and had no reaction at all.

Those people would not back down because of this, and some of them saw Wen Mingyu next to Mu Zhan, and they even praised him. Such kind words made Wen Mingyu feel a little embarrassed.

This time, Mu Zhan had a rare reaction. He raised his eyes and glanced at the minister who praised Mingyu, and nodded in approval.

Suddenly, other people seemed to have grasped some key points, and they all started to blow and smell Mingyu's rainbow fart crazily. Mingyu was stunned when he heard Mingyu, and was so praised that he felt red-faced and even a little embarrassed.

In those people's mouths, Wen Mingyu was regarded as a peerless master who could move with a hundred steps, was agile and could hide in the city.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but curl up her toes.

No, if he continues to listen, he will be so embarrassed that he will dig out the palace with jio.

When others weren't paying attention, he secretly poked the back of Mu Zhan's hand quickly with his finger. When he turned his head and came over, he blinked and used his eyes to indicate that he wanted to leave. If he stayed any longer, he would be smoked to death by rainbow farts.

Mu Zhan pursed his lips, seemed to smile, and actually raised his hand to signal the others to shut up. He announced that today's hunting was over and that he should go back to rest. Then he simply left with Wen Mingyu.

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly sent the Holy Driver off respectfully.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan returned to the dormitory.

After a day of hunting, there was naturally a lot of dust on my body, I was sweating, and I felt uncomfortable. The first thing I did was take a shower.

The palace is luxuriously decorated and has a large bathing pool that can accommodate dozens of people taking a bath. However, it is built for nobles and can only be used by one person.

Fortunately, there was more than one bath, and Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan could bathe at the same time, in two different places.

Wen Mingyu wanted to walk to another palace, but Mu Zhan grabbed his hand and led him inside.

…?

Wen Mingyu suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, he heard Mu Zhan say: "Don't bother, just stay with me."

Together? Together with what? Taking a bath together?!

Wen Mingyu was so frightened that her heart almost stopped beating.

Mu Zhan didn't mind and allowed Wen Mingyu to share a bathtub with him, but Wen Mingyu did, very much and didn't dare. They were alone. What if a gun accidentally went off?

Moreover, Wen Mingyu vaguely recalled some scenes from the previous fake estrus, where she pestered Mu Zhan to kiss her, and even cried for a hug, asking him to mark her.

When he thought of this, Wen Mingyu wanted to hit the wall.

So at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly pulled his hand away from Mu Zhan, but after struggling for several times, he couldn't move at all. In the end, Mu Zhan turned his head and glanced at him, and then relaxed his grip.

Let Wen Mingyu take the opportunity to break free.

As soon as he let go, he immediately turned around and ran away, saying hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I don't want to disturb you, so I'd better go to the side hall!"

As if he was afraid that Mu Zhan would reject him, he ran away very fast, and Mu Zhan could only see his red face and his retreating back.

Mu Zhan stood where he was. Everyone had disappeared and he had not left. Instead, he seemed to have seen something interesting, and his smile flashed away.

Zhao Dequan now knows more and more how to deal with the Lord and Master Wen. He is deaf and blind. He will obey the orders of the Lord. He will try his best to satisfy Master Wen's needs. After all, if he offends the Lord, he can still ask for mercy. But if

If you offend Mr. Wen, the Holy Emperor will never forgive you lightly.

Zhao Dequan peeked at the Holy One with his peripheral vision, and pretended to be blind again, but he still had something to report. He stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Prince of Pingjin has not hunted a hundred prey."

Pingjin Hou Shizi was the Green Tea whom Wen Mingyu met. He did not fulfill Mu Zhan's orders, so he would naturally be punished. However, Zhao Dequan was not sure about the severity of the punishment. This person was the one who provoked Mr. Wen, so he asked the Holy Master for instructions.

When Mu Zhan heard this, his face suddenly darkened, "Eighty big boards."

When it comes to beating boards, the number is not necessarily the most important. People in the palace who are good at executions can control the severity. Eighty boards can just be a flesh wound and can be raised for a month. Ten boards can also beat someone to the point of semi-paralysis.

die.

However, Prince Pingjin, who is obviously an eighty-year-old man, may have to spend his whole life recuperating from his injuries.

Zhao Dequan guessed it. After all, he also knew some of what the prince had done. He was a stupid and poisonous person, and his death would not be a pity.

After Mu Zhan said this, he didn't bother to pay attention and went straight into the bath.

Although Wen Mingyu ran to the side hall, he still had to come back here after washing, because he had to eat and sleep with Mu Zhan.

He walked over to Mu Zhan, who was sitting at the table. He paused for a moment, unable to show his bright smile as usual, and felt nervous. After remembering the memory of being in heat, he had been uncomfortable and a little uncomfortable.

Facing Mu Zhan.

But Mu Zhan seemed not to notice his emotional changes, or in other words, he pretended not to notice them.

As soon as he walked over, his wrist was grabbed. The force was not strong, but it was not easy to break free.

Wen Mingyu was a little panicked, but couldn't find any reason to refuse at the moment. He swallowed unconsciously and tried hard to behave as usual.

He curled his lips and said with a smile, "Your Majesty?"

Mu Zhan glanced at him and said, "You're smiling so ugly."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

After hearing this, I just wanted to beat the dog.

Mu Zhan pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, his full lips slightly pouting.

Mu Zhan smiled silently, lowered his head and turned over his hand, palm facing towards him.

There are a few obvious red marks on the white and tender palms. They are from holding the reins and riding the horse for a day. His skin is tender, but the rough reins have worn the skin and even oozed blood. After bathing, the wounds

It became more eye-catching, like cracks in the white jade.

Wen Mingyu didn't expect that Mu Zhan would even notice this minor injury. He only noticed it when he felt pain when he touched the water while bathing. Mu Zhan held his hand, thinking it would be like yesterday.

Helping him take the medicine, he wanted to say that he would do it himself, but unexpectedly, the next second, Mu Zhan lowered his head and kissed his hand. The tip of his tongue reached out and gently licked away the blood, which was warm and soft.

The touch was terrifyingly clear, as if it wasn't just the hands that were being licked, but the whole person was numb.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but tremble, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like fragile butterfly wings, she tried to fly away, but was caught and imprisoned.

He couldn't help but curl up his fingers, and accidentally touched Mu Zhan's chin. If he hadn't been trembling, this action would have been like that of a playboy frivolously hooking someone's chin to tease him.

"Your Majesty, dirty..."

Wen Mingyu couldn't break free, and the strong alcohol-scented pheromone became more and more arrogant and wanton, covering him like an invisible cage, invading inch by inch. He became more aware of the person who had been marked in the first place.

My legs felt so weak that I could hardly stand and fell to the ground.

Mu Zhan raised his head towards him, stretched out his hand to hold his elbow, supported him, and pulled him into his arms.

Before Wen Mingyu could react, he was sitting on Mu Zhan's lap, confused.

After Wen Mingyu fell into Mu Zhan's arms, she was stunned for a while. When she came back to her senses, she immediately exploded, as if her strong thighs were burning her butt.

But Mu Zhan had him trapped, his strong arms around his waist, and he couldn't get up at all.

Mu Zhan didn't care about his struggle and still held his hand, passing his fingertips and playing with it slowly.

Although there was no further action, Wen Mingyu always felt that the situation was very dangerous, and that Mu Zhan's state was not quite right, which was difficult to describe.

He moved, trying to retract his hand, but Mu Zhan pinched his hand as if in punishment. The soft flesh slightly sunk into a small pit, leaving a faint red mark, like a peach blossom mark.

"Don't move."

Mu Zhan called someone over and started giving Wen Mingyu some medicine again. His movements were so slow that Wen Mingyu couldn't stand the itching and wanted to take it away from him.

He was nervous and uneasy, and subconsciously wanted to move, but as soon as he moved his buttocks, he noticed something was wrong. He thought of something, and his whole body froze, and he did not dare to move.

After finally seeing that the medicine was applied, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."

Mu Zhan raised his eyes and looked at him for a while. Hearing that Ming Yu was frightened, he thought he was going to say something outrageous, but he heard - "Gu found that out of ten sentences he said, nine of them were right.

Talk about food."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, and retorted decisively, "How could...?"

As he spoke, he felt so guilty that his voice wavered. After recalling it, it seemed, maybe, probably... Is this really the case?

However, nine sentences is too exaggerated. Five sentences at most is just half of it.

Moreover, if you don’t talk about food, what are you talking about? You can’t talk about politics, right? No, wait, it’s really possible for Mu Zhan to do such a thing, but he doesn’t dare to...

Wen Mingyu smiled, embarrassed but polite, "Let's have dinner."

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, which meant "‌‌".

Wen Mingyu pretended not to notice and got up from his arms. This time, Mu Zhan didn't stop him. His arms just rested on his waist. As soon as Wen Mingyu stood up, his hands naturally followed his clothes.

Passing by, from the waist to the inner thigh, it brings out a touch that seems to be nothing.

Wen Mingyu smelled the strong pheromones, feeling a little dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol, but his mind was clear again. It was a very strange feeling. But it was not the first time. He stood up seriously, as if nothing had happened.

Walk away.

During the meal, it was as usual.

Wen Mingyu ate with gusto and occasionally chatted with Mu Zhan. However, today his eyes drifted to Mu Zhan a bit frequently, and he was not so focused on eating.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart what Mu Zhan's behavior just now meant. He often stayed with Mu Zhan, which was like a soothing sachet. Sleeping on the same bed was just sleeping, and it was an intimate contact that crossed the line.

Not much actually.
To be continued...