After chatting with Sanxi for a few words, Wen Mingyu waved his hand and said that he wanted to rest for a while, and walked to the edge of the bed and fell down.

The whole person was trapped in a soft brocade quilt, as if lying in the clouds.

Although he has returned safely, his legs are still a little weak now.

The tyrant's aura is so terrible, even stronger than any alpha he has seen before. If such a person is placed in the interstellar era, he will be at the level of a marshal.

It's all right for luck today, but who knows what will happen next time? He doesn't want to see the tyrant again at all.

Wen Mingyu got up from the bed and sat down, folded his hands together, bowed, and closed his eyes sincerely, hoping that God could hear his prayers.

But it's a pity that God obviously didn't hear him.

In just two days, the tyrant summoned him again.

Mu Zhan was criticizing memorials at that time, and he was the only one in the imperial study room, and all the palace servants were outside the door, even the general manager Zhao Dequan.

The air is extremely quiet.

Dull and depressing, as if there is no living person, only the cold, pale, and the deepest silence.

In the past, he wanted such quietness without anyone to disturb him. The noise would only make him feel irritable, and killing people would relieve him slightly. But at this moment, he suddenly felt an unintentional irritability and could not tolerate the deadly gloomy silence.

He wants to see some vivid colors.

Injected into this darkness.

Inexplicably, he remembered the face with a bright smile, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, innocent and innocent, and he could see through it at a glance. It was too beautiful, making people feel a desire to destroy and dirty for no reason.

The beautiful things are very fragile. The slender and beautiful swan neck is closed with your fingers. With a little force, you can press out a faint red finger mark. It is controlled in the palm of your hand and can be broken easily.

There was also the faint fruity fragrance, sweet and seductive, and with a strange sense of familiarity, which made him feel a peaceful and stable feeling spread in his heart. He closed his eyes unknowingly, fell asleep, and fell asleep very deeply.

Mu Zhan's pale fingers slightly hooked and gently buckled the table, making a crisp sound, slowly, one after another. He lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at the memorial on the table, but his eyes were empty and lonely, and there was no vitality.

After a while, he raised his eyelids slightly, a dark light flashed in his narrow and deep eyes, and even a trace of arc appeared on the corners of his lips.

Want to see that person.

Watching him pulling from a dazzling light into the dark and dirty mud by the black vines stretched out from him, he is irresistible and takes it for himself.

A sudden strong impulse filled the entire brain.

So, Mu Zhan ordered Zhao Dequan to bring the person over.

While waiting, Mu Zhan frowned, becoming more and more irritable and bored, and couldn't bear it. In the end, he couldn't help but stand up and strode out, and a bitter wind blew up in the hem of his clothes.

Just then, Wen Mingyu arrived.

The two of them accidentally looked at each other.

Wen Mingyu didn't expect him to come out. She was stunned for a moment, then she showed a bright smile and said crisply: "Your Majesty."

It seems like I want to see Mu Zhan very much.

The breeze blew gently, and a familiar breath came. In an instant, Mu Zhan's heart was filled with depressedness and calmed down.

Wen Mingyu smiled on the surface, but was very nervous in her heart. She slowly followed the tyrant into the imperial study room.

The palace ladies were still separated from the door, and the air was so quiet that it was strangely quiet.

Wen Mingyu's heartbeats very fast, and the next second it exploded, almost forgot to breathe.

Because the tyrant looked at him with a ferocious beast's eyes staring at his prey, he said in a deep voice: "Come here."

Wen Mingyu walked over stiffly, very obedient, but her legs were shaking.

He stood in front of Mu Zhan, with a innocent and well-behaved look on his face. When he saw Mu Zhan reach out to him, he did not dodge, and tried hard to resist the urge to escape with his eyes closed.

Of course, he would be afraid that the tyrant would strangle him to death, but moving around would be more likely to cause bad things, and the road ahead would be ruined. More importantly, he did not feel the intention to kill.

Mu Zhan's hand fell on top of his head, and then he touched it with awkward movement.

He bet right.

He breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

But why is this a bit like... touching a puppy hook?

Wen Mingyu was confused, and because her head was considered gentle, it made her feel itchy. The instinct of the little animal was about to move, trying to rub against Mu Zhan's palm.

But he tried his best to hold it back and let Muzhan touch his head.

Fortunately, Mu Zhan just touched it for a few times, then stopped, and went back to sit down to continue handling political affairs. Wen Mingyu was arranged to sit down on the stool beside him.

After an afternoon passed, he and the tyrant had dinner together, and returned to the residence with his stomach that was a little overcrowded.

Wen Mingyu: “…???”

I always feel like something is wrong.

After this time, the tyrant summoned him frequently. Every time, Wen Mingyu's heart beat like a drum, like walking a tightrope on a cliff.

But it has to be said that a person has strong adaptability and acceptance ability, and he has gradually become numb.

In the imperial study room.

The tyrant was writing memorials, so he sat aside and made a mascot.

He really didn't know why the tyrant often called him over here, and thought he was good-looking, and he looked in front of him and was in a good mood.

But he just sat there, it was really boring, and he had to try hard to resist the urge to yawn.

He supported his chin with both hands and counted the grids on the door.

As I went through all the way, my eyes turned to one side and fell inadvertently to Mu Zhan’s place.

When he realized his reaction and was about to look away, Mu Zhan noticed and turned his head to look over.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled as sweet as if she had eaten honey. She held her face in both hands and a flower bloomed, tilting her head, as if she was not looking over accidentally, but liked to look at Mu Zhan.

"Your Majesty is still so handsome today, and he is so majestic that no one can match."

After hearing this, Mu Zhan had no reaction to his cold face, as if Wen Mingyu had just farted.

"You find it boring?"

Wen Mingyu's eyebrows jumped, and he shook his head seriously and said, "No, it is my honor to watch His Majesty's way of approving the memorial."

Mu Zhan ignored his words and ordered: "Zhao Dequan, give him a plate of grapes."

Wen Mingyu was stunned... Is there such a good thing?

As a result, when the general manager brought a plate of grapes in front of Wen Mingyu, Mu Zhan said, "Pick the grape skins and eat them later."

Wen Mingyu's smile froze. It turned out that he was looking for something for him to do, not waste any labor, and he was a good emperor who made full use of resources.

Okay, I can eat, stay and eat in the palace, and take off grapes.

Wen Mingyu responded obediently, picked up a grape and started working for the emperor.

Peeling grape skins is a bit troublesome. If you don’t control your strength or become impatient, you can easily make the grape meat bumpy and look bad. Some people just hate peeling and are too lazy to eat grapes.

However, Wen Mingyu was patient and was not in a hurry to do anything else. She peeled it slowly and carefully and beautifully. The thin skin was torn off, and the grape meat was very complete, a round grain, crystal clear and particularly pleasing.

As he slowly peeled it, the grape meat slowly piled up in another clean porcelain plate, like bright and dazzling gemstones.

This matter is not very difficult. The only thing that challenges people is that they can only look at it but not eat it. But these royal grapes have been carefully selected, each with the best quality, full juice and rich sweetness, and they look delicious and have been seducing people.

Wen Mingyu was hooked so hard that she swallowed several times, her eyes a little painful.

Want to eat...

His eyes staring at grapes were almost green.

Halfway through the peel, there was a loud noise coming from the side without warning. Wen Mingyu was startled, and his hands shook, and the grapes fell to the ground and rolled away.
Chapter completed!