practise?

Wen Mingyu was stunned.

Can this still be practiced?

He almost thought he was doing some academic research.

He would go out of his way to explain to Mu Zhan about ABO, *of course there was a reason. In the past, the fever period was mistaken for serious illness. He didn't want to scare Mu Zhan next time and make him worry for nothing, so he naturally had to explain it clearly in advance.

Moreover, Mu Zhan is an alpha. He doesn't know that in this era, the other form might be regarded as a monster. Therefore, Wen Mingyu wants to tell him that he is not the only one here. This is normal.

things.

Wen Mingyu felt that it was important for partners to understand each other, and that this matter was related to both of them, so he slowly told him all the information about abo that he knew.

As a result, Mu Zhan is very good at focusing on key points.

Wen Mingyu: "..."

"This shouldn't require practice, right?"

It feels like everyone knows it immediately, and isn’t the practice just about doing real questions, which is no different from taking a direct exam, right?

He didn't want to admit that he was actually a little timid.

He sat on his knees, unconsciously grabbing the fabric on his calf and pinching out a wrinkle. Mu Zhan hooked his fingers under his palm, took his hand, and slowly kneaded his fingers.

, gentle movements, gently grazing the skin, as if they were not just squeezing fingers, but soothing the anxiety in his heart, smoothing and unfolding the crumpled paper ball.

Mu Zhan intertwined their fingers with him, stared at him, and spoke slowly and seriously, "It's necessary. I don't want you to get hurt. I want us to all enjoy it."

That scorching, direct gaze seemed to carry a real temperature that could almost burn someone.

Wen Mingyu dodged a little, and unconsciously wanted to avoid looking at him. Mu Zhan did not allow him to retreat and held his chin. His eyes were deep and his voice was low and full of confusion, "Don't you want to?"

Wen Mingyu was in a trance for a moment. Reason and emotion were fighting fiercely in his mind.

Mu Zhan said: "It's just practice, not a complete mark."

With just one sentence, Wen Mingyu immediately poured a bottle of impulsive potion into the emotion in Wen Mingyu's mind. The disparity in strength suddenly became huge, and his reason quickly lost ground and he quickly left the scene.

Wen Mingyu nodded.

Mu Zhan immediately smiled, the corners of his lips curved in a sexy way.

He reached out to grab Wen Mingyu's ankle and pulled him towards him. With his other hand, he casually lowered the bed curtain. The soft gauze hung down, making everything blurry. Only the candlelight flickered and the figure moved.

After a while, there was still a faint sound of bells, clear and sweet, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, ringing for a long time, playing a unique tune.

‌The night passed.

When it was time to get up on weekdays, Wen Mingyu still huddled in the brocade quilt and couldn't get up. He seemed to have gone back to the time when he first learned to ride a horse. It was somewhat similar. It wasn't that painful, but more of a pain.

I feel sore and feel like my legs are not my own.

Mu Zhan opened his eyes and woke up long ago. He didn't get up and didn't let the palace people disturb him. If he hadn't happened to be in the period of rest during the New Year, he would have really meant that he would never come to court early from now on.

The faint king Mu Zhan was lying on his side, holding his chin with one hand, just looking at his "disaster" without getting bored. With a smile on his lips, he picked up a strand of Wen Mingyu's hair and slowly wrapped it around his finger.

.

Wen Mingyu's scalp was numb from being stared at, and he couldn't help but think of certain scenes. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but he couldn't calm down for a while. He couldn't be serious when he looked at Mu Zhan's face, and he just wanted to crawl into a hole in shame.

So, he rolled to his side on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and turned himself into a burrito, with only his head exposed. Then he arched his head again, hiding his head.

With such a movement, the hair that was loosely entangled on Mu Zhan's fingers was naturally swept away, and slid down the skin of his hands, leaving only a slight itching.

Mu Zhan looked at him hiding his whole body under the quilt, still looking like this little ostrich, and thought it was too cute, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Aren't you afraid of being bored?"

The burrito ball moved and looked like it was shaking its head.

The smile in Mu Zhan's eyes grew stronger, he stood up with his hands on the soft mattress, patted the quilt lightly, and whispered: "Get up."

After saying that, he actually turned around and got out of bed, and went to wash and change clothes.

Wen Mingyu listened to the noise outside and felt that the person was really far away, so he peeked out his head secretly and exhaled for a long time. His hair was a little frayed, messy and fluffy, and his face was red. It was because of boredom or something else.

reason.

He also knew that he was a bit cowardly and unpromising, but he just couldn't control it. Mu Zhan was like a walking animated picture in front of him, indescribable, and he dared not look at it more.

Through the hazy bed curtains, I could only vaguely see the figures outside. I didn't want to go out now, otherwise Mu Zhan had gone to the imperial study room. He could just get up again.

After making the decision, Wen Mingyu buried his face in the pillow and squinted for a while.

Just as he was dazed, the quilt was suddenly lifted. He was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and faced a familiar handsome face.

Mu Zhan smiled and said, "‌Help you apply the medicine."

Wen Mingyu shook his head decisively. It was not considered an injury at all, and it would heal quickly without applying any medicine. It was not necessary at all.

Mu Zhan's idea was obviously different from his, and he was extremely insistent. Wen Mingyu said that he would do it himself, but Mu Zhan held the medicine box and did not let go, but said in a low voice: "It's not convenient for you. You didn't do it before."

Was it me who gave the medicine too?"

In the end, Wen Mingyu couldn't resist it and was given medicine.

Now that things were like this, Wen Mingyu gave up on himself and stopped making burritos. He just got up and washed and changed clothes as usual. Isn't that what it was? It wasn't a complete sign. Mu Zhan could be so calm, so of course he was.

Can.

Wen Mingyu's face was as if nothing had happened, and he maintained his calm look well until it was time for breakfast, when Mu Zhan picked up a spoon to drink porridge. When he saw it, he suddenly coughed, which shocked the palace people outside.

For fear that he would choke to death, the Holy Spirit did not ask them to go in, so they naturally did not dare to move.

In the hall, Mu Zhan was helping him straighten his back and patting him patiently.

Wen Mingyu blushed, shook his head and said he was fine. Mu Zhan glanced at him and felt that his throat might still hurt from his earth-shattering cough just now, so he said: "Don't be so anxious, eat something to make it better."

meals.”

Pushing a bowl of meat porridge over.

Wen Mingyu immediately shook his head, expressed again that he was fine, and picked up other breakfast dishes.

Mu Zhan didn't understand it at first. He lowered his head and glanced at the soft and sticky porridge in the bowl. He quickly thought of something and couldn't help laughing. He stirred it twice with a spoon and continued to eat the salty porridge. It looked like it was...

What rare delicacies are you eating?

Wen Mingyu glanced silently, then looked away.

…

He issued an imperial edict and announced it to the world. Naturally, everyone knew that the Holy One was getting married.

It was like thunder on the ground, frightening many ministers.

Before the New Year is over, they are no longer calm.

The emperor's decision on the candidate for the queen is no different from that of ordinary people getting married. There is so much involved, and it might cause a turmoil, especially for those who are ambitious.

Some people hurriedly entered the palace to ask for an audience with the Holy One.

Mu Zhan didn't stop him and sent someone over.

The minister knelt down and begged Your Majesty to think again.

Mu Zhan held his chin with one hand and said, "Let me tell you what the reason is. If you think it makes sense, I will withdraw the edict."

It sounds like he is easy to talk to, but his idea of ​​​​standing up is not very firm.

The minister hurriedly published the manuscript he had prepared, and wrote a few eloquent paragraphs. To sum up, the general meaning is that the position of queen is very important, and a concubine of a waste prince's mansion is not qualified for it, so being a concubine is enough.

Up to the sky.

Mu Zhan didn't listen at all. He interrupted impatiently and said coldly: "Who does Aiqing think is suitable to be the queen?"

The minister proposed two noble daughters, both of whom were famous beauties in the capital.

But Mu Zhan said: "I think you missed it, there is someone more suitable than them."

"This humble minister is stupid, I hope your majesty will make it clear."

"It's good to have a daughter alone."

"I... the daughter of a humble minister has neither talent nor beauty. I am afraid she is not worthy of Your Majesty, and she is already engaged..."

"It's just an engagement. If you're not already married, it doesn't matter."

"This, I'm afraid this is inappropriate..."

"What's wrong? Aren't you also keen to interfere in Gu's marriage? Gu looks very ordinary. Tomorrow, no, let your daughter enter the palace today."

The minister hurriedly knelt on the ground and confessed, trembling. Who doesn't know the principle of shooting the first bird? He didn't want to come. He became the unlucky guy who was pushed out and had to come.

Mu Zhan just watched him trembling in fear. He took a sip of tea and put a piece of sweet cake into his mouth. He frowned and swallowed it anyway. That leisurely posture

, in fact, has nothing to do with the tyrant, more like a young nobleman.

The courtier kneeling below did not relax at all, but became even more frightened. The anger had burned down, at least to what extent it was known, but as it was now, there was an unknown fear, and it felt like anything bad might happen.

He has already thought about how to write a suicide note, how to settle his wife and children... No, it is very likely that the whole family, even the dog, will have to leave together.
To be continued...