Wen Mingyu sat stiffly on the chair, his mind was dull and his heart was too complex, it was indescribably subtle.

After all, I have tried false pregnancies before, and I have some experience, so I know that such a thing will happen.

But the Word was the Word, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon.

The imperial doctor ‌‌ said that most people only have it in the late stages of pregnancy, two months before giving birth, or after giving birth, but why did he do it now...!

It would have been okay if he was in the Tai Chi Hall and he could change his clothes right away, but right now, there were so many people around him. He even began to worry about whether the people around him would smell something.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but arch her back slightly, using the book in her hand to block her. At the same time, she didn't dare to show any abnormality. She had to be like others and the same as usual.

He kept a tight face, pretending to be calm, and pretending to listen carefully, but he managed to hide it, and no one around him noticed anything wrong.

In such an occasion, most people would not dare to pay attention, and would listen respectfully and carefully. After all, this is under the eyes of the emperor, and it is rarely an opportunity to express oneself.

The only one who dared to lose his mind was probably the emperor himself, Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan sat in the most spacious and noble seat in the center. To his left and right were neat rows of seats, where ministers and officials sat, forming a rectangle, with the ministers surrounding the emperor in the middle.

Mu Zhan was listening to the Hanlin bachelor's lecture in front of him. At the same time, he was unconsciously distracted. The corner of his eye swept to a position, which was exactly the direction of Wen Mingyu's seat. Then, he noticed Wen Mingyu's lips pursed tightly.

He lowered his eyes as if to avoid something, as if he was immersed in something.

On the surface, he looked very calm, but Mu Zhan and he had been close to each other for so long and slept together in the same bed, so naturally they didn't know each other well.

Wen Mingyu now simply lost his usual spirit of speaking at banquets, and his eyes were not bright with interest and thirsty for knowledge.

Because Wen Mingyu likes to learn and absorb new knowledge, after the banquet lecture, they would also talk about what was said that day in the Taiji Hall. Mu Zhan unconsciously became more serious than before. After all, if Wen Mingyu and Wen Mingyu

When he was talking, he couldn't talk... He would never let that happen.

Mu Zhan noticed Wen Mingyu's abnormality and couldn't help but frown. His attention shifted more and more, and his eyes stayed on him for a long time.

After a while, Hanlin Bachelor Mu Zhan suddenly asked a question. He was slightly startled, quickly recovered, and answered the question calmly and calmly. Not only that, he also asked several questions back, regaining control, and everyone

The ministers all asked and fell into deep thought.

‌ Several issues obviously cannot be solved in a short while, and the banquet was coming to an end, so Mu Zhan directly gave the order to end it today.

Mu Zhan, as the emperor and the most noble being present, naturally had to be the first to get up and leave. If he didn't, no one else would dare to do so.

Therefore, Mu Zhan pretended to leave no matter what.

Not long after he left, the important ministers would also leave, neatly and orderly, from high to low in rank.

Wen Mingyu sat on the chair and did not dare to move, as if his buttocks and the chair were stuck together. There was nothing he could do. A colleague asked him to come with him, but he politely declined and found an excuse to stay.

I plan to ‌ everyone else ‌, and then I will ‌.

He tentatively stretched out his hand and pulled at the hem of his clothes to separate the sticky fabric from the skin. But this was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. He couldn't keep holding it like this. Pulling at the hem of his clothes was a very popular move in ancient times.

, and it’s easy for others to find and feel strange.

As soon as the force was slightly loosened, the cloth stuck to it again and rubbed against the skin, making Wen Mingyu couldn't help but tremble.

It's so difficult.

Wen Mingyu's face was a little cracked as she tried to maintain her composure.

Finally, everyone else was already gone. Wen Mingyu was relieved and planned to stand up and leave. He was holding a book in his arms, which happened to cover his chest, which he wanted to bring.

For occlusion.

As soon as Wen Mingyu stood up, he paused again because he saw Mu Zhan who was leaving and returning.

Mu Zhan strode over with great momentum, as if he was approaching step by step, making it impossible to escape.

At other times, Wen Mingyu would subconsciously respond proactively, approaching Mu Zhan and shortening the distance between the two. But today, it was really difficult to be calm about this matter. He even felt the danger and reflexively stepped back.

One step forward.

Mu Zhan noticed it and took another big step forward. The distance between the two of them shrank to even smaller than before. When they stood facing each other, their noses were almost touching.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Mingyu couldn't say it outright, so he shook his head and tried to change the subject. But Mu Zhan did not follow his direction, but lowered his eyes and stared at him deeply, with a deep gaze that could not be rejected.

The oppressive force seems to be able to be seen through at a glance and there is nothing to hide.

Wen Mingyu was nervous, her heart was beating wildly, her fingertips clenched the book in her hand tightly, and even scratched the book.

And the next second was even more terrifying.

Mu Zhan said: "Why do I seem to smell something sweet?"

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, pretending to be calm and shaking his head: "...Really? I didn't smell it."

Then, he bowed with the book in his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Excuse me, please leave."

As he spoke, he raised his feet and moved backwards, trying to sneak away.

But the emperor in front of him was not very easy to talk to. He grabbed Wen Mingyu's hand firmly and was stopped by someone, "I'm not allowed to do it alone."

Wen Mingyu couldn't move in an instant, and was even forced to pull him forward, almost throwing himself into Mu Zhan's arms. He barely stopped his posture, leaving an inch of distance between him and Mu Zhan.

This situation was so embarrassing that Wen Mingyu almost didn't dare to raise his head.

But the next second, a touch of warmth pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head and look up.

Mu Zhan's gaze passed over his panicked eyes, and then slowly moved downstream, landing on the book he had been holding tightly. He kept holding it, even if he was pulled back just now, he did not forget to hold it in his arms.

It's as if you're holding onto some treasure for fear of being robbed.

"What are you panicking about? Is there anything that I can't find?" Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly and locked his gaze.

Wen Mingyu said dryly: "...No."

"In that case, you don't have to be in a hurry."

"I still have important things to do."

"If Gu Ruo orders you to do something, should you take Gu's orders as your guide?"

"……yes."

Wen Mingyu nodded in agreement.

Mu Zhan added: "If you let me read this book, I will hold it in my arms like a treasure. There must be something special about it."

Wen Mingyu froze suddenly, and subconsciously grasped the book in his hand tighter, silently refusing.

At this time, most people would have immediately handed over the book with both hands respectfully.

"You want to disobey the imperial edict?"

The content of the words was a warning, but Mu Zhan's voice was gentle, not like a monarch who was angered by ignoring orders.

But after hearing what he said, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, pursed her lips and said, "You can't order me."

Mu Zhan said: "In the relationship between monarch and minister, I can order you to do anything, but when you were the queen, I listened to you. Are you now my minister or my queen?"

The straightforwardness was too much to allow him to muddle through.

Wen Mingyu was stunned. Just now, he deliberately tried to sneak away as a minister, but Mu Zhan seemed to be unhappy because of this? When other people were around, Mu Zhan would try his best to act like a king and not get close to him, but in this situation

When they were alone, Mu Zhan didn't want to hear this. It was fine to talk about political affairs, but the attitude must be cordial.

Wen Mingyu thought for a while and felt that Mu Zhan was a bit like being coquettish, but it was a bit vague. To put it in a more direct way, maybe it was - to pay attention to me, to talk to me in a very intimate tone.

It feels like going out for a trip, and when you come back, your arrogant cat’s paws firmly hold your arm, preventing him from touching you.

Wen Mingyu's uncomfortable feelings faded away a lot. Although she was still a little embarrassed, she felt that there was no need to hide from Mu Zhan.

At this time, Mu Zhan also looked at him and said very gently: "If there is anything you don't want me to tell you, I won't ask. If you want to say something, I am willing to listen at any time. However,

If you are not feeling well, don't hide it, be sure to tell me. It's the same if you're not feeling well. I can comfort you."

As soon as Wen Mingyu said these words of retreat, it was a perfect answer. He felt that there was no need to be so secretive.

What kind of fool? Absolutely not!

Mu Zhan is his best wife!

Although he doesn't have a little wife, he feels that adding a big character can better highlight the greatness of Mu Zhan and the high status of Mu Zhan in his heart.

Wen Mingyu finally put down the book in his hand and whispered: "I have..."

Because of embarrassment, he swallowed back the words in the middle, as if they had been silenced.

Mu Zhan glanced at it, his eyes darkened, and he instantly understood what was going on. In fact, he had guessed it just now, and also smelled a faint smell of milk, but when he really saw the wet marks on the front of his clothes,

My heart still beat violently uncontrollably.

"Go to my house and ask someone to send you a set of official uniforms from Tai Chi Hall."

Wen Mingyu nodded. This was the best way to deal with it. After all, he couldn't just go back to work like this. If someone discovered him, there would be no explanation at all.

So, he was led out of Yanyi Pavilion by Mu Zhan and walked forward, still holding the book in his hand.

After a while, Wen Mingyu suddenly reacted and wanted to withdraw his hand. Mu Zhan grabbed her hand even tighter and refused to let him take it back.

Wen Mingyu whispered: "You might be seen."

‌Others may think that he is a small official under the unspoken rules of the Holy Spirit.

Mu Zhan said: "There are only some palace people. They all have a sense of propriety and don't worry."

Since Mu Zhan had said so, he said that there was indeed no problem, so Wen Mingyu let him take his lead.

Step through the palace door and enter the inner chamber.

Because this is one of the palaces where the emperor handles political affairs. Unlike the Taiji Palace, which has a spacious dragon bed, it only has a long couch for taking a rest.

Before the palace attendants brought the clean official uniforms, Mu Zhan said, "It will take some time before the official uniforms are delivered. Change into mine. You won't feel comfortable like this."

It was really sticky and embarrassing, especially when Mu Zhan's eyes fell on him.
To be continued...