Animals are naturally sensitive to danger.

Although Wen Mingyu is not a real animal, because of the natural animal form of Omega, it naturally has some characteristics of animals.

Lop-eared rabbits are very timid and will be frightened if they move.

Not to mention, now standing in front of him is a man who exudes a dangerous temperament, as if he has encountered a natural enemy. Wen Mingyu's body was stiff, and she wanted to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.

In the past few days, Wen Mingyu is not patronizing the salted fish, but secretly inquiring about the news, but the palace people are tight-lipped, and he can only rely on some of the things he heard from the Hou Mansion and dig the memories in his mind.

The era thousands of years ago is too long, there are not many ancient books, but there are some records.

It is said that when the tyrant was in court, one of his ministers disobeyed him and said something that irritated him. The last second, the tyrant was still looking down at the minister of civil and military affairs leisurely and calmly, his eyes were red in an instant, as if he had suddenly changed into a person, his face was full of madness, and his arrogance was astonishing. Just kill people. There was a dead silence in the hall, and the ministers were horrified and dared not say a word, for fear that they would become the next corpse.

Because of this, the tyrant's reputation for being temperamental and careless has become more and more solid, and the courtiers are all afraid of it.

The air seemed to freeze.

When Wen Mingyu thought of this, she was so nervous that she even forgot to breathe, her hand on the edge of the door tightened unconsciously, her fingers curled up, her phalanx bulged, and it was faintly white.

Being stared at by this tyrant who could kill him at any time, his legs are weak... It's

not that he never imagined how to deal with a tyrant, but it's really time, his mind is blank, standing still, almost scared It has to reveal its original shape and become a curled up ball of fur.

All he could think of in his mind was the image of his head dropping, so miserable that he wanted to hug his head and cry. The second life I just got, does this come to an abrupt end?

The man in the mysterious suit was tall, tall and outrageous, and when he walked over step by step, he was imposing.

Wen Mingyu trembled involuntarily and wanted to hide, but her weak feet didn't obey him, and the little distance she retreated was almost negligible.

Mu Zhan had already stood two steps in front of him, looking down at him flatly.

"You are the one sent by the Wen family? Who taught the rules, and you don't even know how to salute?"

Wen Mingyu heard this, and then she remembered it later, by the way, in ancient times, when you see an emperor, you have to salute. What is the salute posture like? I practiced secretly two days ago, but now I can't remember it!

He subconsciously looked at the palace servants around him and wanted to follow along, but was blocked by the people in front of him.

He knew firsthand that he would not be able to do a single question in the examination room, and wanted to take a peek at other people's examination papers, but the invigilator felt grief by his side, and the general examination room only failed the subjects, he did not do it right, he would fail Life!

Simply horrific.

After hesitating for a moment, the tyrant seemed a little impatient, and his voice was cold, "The Marquis of Guangyang sent a mute to Gu? How dare you."

Wen Mingyu's heart jumped, the next sentence would not be I'm not happy, so I'm going to kill your whole family.

Although he doesn't like that Guangyang Marquis, he hasn't reached the point where he wants to die, and if he punishes the Nine Clan, he is also included in it.

Wen Mingyu didn't have time to think about what to say, and quickly said, "I can talk."

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why didn't you say it just now?"

Wen Mingyu dared to say that he was scared and stupid, forgot to respond, and could only He placed his hope in reaching out his hand not to slap the smiling face, everyone loves to hear rainbow farts, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a harmless smile, "This is the first time I saw Your Majesty, and I was struck by His Majesty's handsome and unpretentious face. The dignity of the comparison is so stunning that I forgot how to speak for a while."

This is not a complete lie. After all, he heard those terrible rumors at first, and thought that the tyrant would be a fierce and fierce image, but when he saw the real person, he found that he was unexpectedly young and his appearance was very seductive. The jade-like son who is throwing fruit and car.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a terrifying gasping sound from the palace servants around. It seemed that what Wen Mingyu said was too scary, and they couldn't control it.

Wen Mingyu was taken aback and felt that she might have taken the wrong route and was going to step on the thunder and die.

His smile became stiff, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

Mu Zhan stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a laugh, not sure if he was sneering.

Then, he turned and walked away, only to say, "Bring him here."

Wen Mingyu was stunned, not understanding what the tyrant meant. A white-faced eunuch walked up to him, holding a whisk in his hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, Your Majesty asked you to come over, please come with the slave."

Wen Mingyu: "...Oh."

He was still smiling on the surface, but in his heart But already in tears. Is his rainbow fart a success or a failure? The tyrant didn't say to kill him, why did he let him go there, did he come up with a way to torture him, or was he on a whim and used him as a toy to relieve boredom? He would rather be the latter.

When he was about to leave, Sanxi called him from behind. Wen Mingyu turned back and met his worried gaze. Although he didn't get along for a long time, he felt that Sanxi was a very good person, and he also developed a little affection for each other. So his legs were trembling, but he still smiled, and said comfortably, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

... It's okay, he probably won't come back once he's gone.

Wen Mingyu followed the eunuch. This was the first time he walked out of the place where he lived after so many days in the palace. The palace is really magnificent and magnificent, and it is extremely spectacular, but his life is not guaranteed, where is he in the mood to appreciate it. He tried to inquire about something from the eunuch, but the other party smiled and looked like he was very talkative, but he was actually a good practitioner of Tai Chi.

Wen Mingyu could only shut up and walked silently to a magnificent palace. As soon as he walked in, the door closed behind him, with a soft bang, as if it had hit him in the heart, causing him to tremble.

Mu Zhan sat in the center seat, the table in front of him was full of delicate and rich delicacies, and the fragrance wafted out.

Wen Mingyu felt hungry instantly. It's almost lunchtime now.

Mu Zhan just sat there, resting his cheeks with one hand, his expression indifferent, turning a blind eye to these tempting delicacies and showing little interest.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but glanced at it and swallowed secretly.

Because I don't know what the tyrant called him to do. After he entered the temple, he stood there without moving.

Mu Zhan lifted his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "Come here and sit down."

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, but he walked over obediently, looked at the stool, and didn't know where to sit.

Mu Zhan tapped the position beside him.

Wen Mingyu immediately sat down, acting so fast that it seemed a little rude, but of course he didn't, just because he was afraid that the tyrant would be unhappy if he was slow, he gave him a beheading package service.

Mu Zhan held his chin and said calmly, "What's your name?"

"Wen Mingyu." The

conditioned reflex answered. Wen Mingyu paused, but luckily the original name was the same as his pronunciation, so it wasn't a mistake.

But as soon as the words fell, he felt a faint gaze suddenly pierced above his head, his back was cold, and his heart was about to stop beating.

what happened? Tyrant doesn't like his name?

"Which words?"

Mu Zhan asked again.

Wen Mingyu didn't even think about it this time, so she explained her original name, it was Wen Mingyu.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Zhan's face turned colder.

Wen Mingyu was both cowardly and dazed, what a nice name, why did I provoke you, what am I... Can I change it? !

Feeling dissatisfied in his heart, his chin froze suddenly, and was pinched by a pale, slender hand.

Wen Mingyu was forced to look up and look at Mu Zhan, the fingers on his chin squeezed slightly, and then slid along the edge of his cheek, slowly rubbing up. Those fingers were a little cold, like a poisonous snake crawling slowly, making the back hairy and the heart beating wildly.

After rubbing it for a while, his fingertips brushed his ear again and rubbed it on the earlobe.

The unprecedented intimate touch made Wen Mingyu extremely uncomfortable, she couldn't help trembling, she wanted to retreat, but was tightly bound and could not break free.

Wen Mingyu was confused and had no idea what the tyrant was suddenly so crazy about. Suddenly I was pinched my chin and touched my face. It hurt or not, but I was scared to death. He was like a frog that was dissected on the experimental bench. The other party's line of sight went through his flesh to see everything underneath, and the place he touched was inexplicably hot and numb.

After Mu Zhan touched it around, he seemed to have suddenly lost interest again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, retracted his hand, and leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, his face gloomy.

So...what exactly does this mean?

Wen Mingyu raised a question mark, but still breathed a sigh of relief.

He just almost thought that this tyrant had an interest in skinning, that would be terrifying.

An eerie silence.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but secretly glanced at the food on the table several times. He didn't want it either, it was so delicious.

"Want to eat?" A

low voice suddenly sounded, Wen Mingyu was startled, and suddenly looked up at Mu Zhan, like a frightened animal, her eyes were round and her hair exploded. However, he quickly regained his senses, smiled, and shook his head simply, "No."

This is the emperor's food, the emperor didn't eat it, how dare he think, isn't this courting death?

The corner of Mu Zhan's mouth raised a slight arc, and he also smiled, but the smile was not as wide as his eyes, and there was no joy, but a bit of coldness, "Since you don't want to eat... Come on, who made these dishes?"

etc. Wait, what are you doing?

Wen Mingyu was a little stunned, but Mu Zhan quickly answered his doubts and said in a deep voice, "The dishes made are unappetizing, so what's the use of keeping them."

Damn, he really deserves to be a tyrant, and suddenly he To kill.

Of course Wen Mingyu didn't want anyone to be dead because of him, so he quickly picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat and quickly put it into his mouth, smiled in surprise and said, "It's delicious~"

This time he didn't pretend, and gave The imperial meal prepared by the emperor was really top-notch and tasted top-notch, and his eyes lit up.

Mu Zhan waved to the manager who had just been called in, and told him to step back, looking at Wen Mingyu with a half-smiley expression, "Didn't you just say you don't want to eat?"

Wen Mingyu's eyebrows and eyes curled, "Because they look at It tastes so delicious."

Mu Zhan: "Then we'll finish eating."

Oh, this threat is very good for him.

Wen Mingyu replied obediently, burying her head and eating, concentrating on cooking.

The roast duck skin is crispy and tender, the sweet and sour pork loin is sweet and sour, the steamed sea bass is delicious and creamy, the shrimp is crispy and refreshing, and the white jade tofu melts in your mouth... The

imperial meal is extremely delicious, but there is always a strong and hard to ignore sight on the top of the head, staring at it. His scalp was numb, and he was under too much psychological pressure. He couldn't taste the food properly, and he had indigestion.