Wen Mingyu was summoned by Mu Zhan again and sat aside.

After this period of time, he found that the so-called tyrant rumors seemed unbelievable. For example, in the diligent handling of the government, Mu Zhan was busy like a poor social animal.

I got up at four in the morning, washed and changed my clothes, went to court, went to court at nine o'clock, continued to discuss state affairs with several important ministers, then had lunch, rested for a while, and then threw myself into the sea of ​​memorials and kept busy until night fell.

In contrast, Wen Mingyu felt that he was sitting next to him and eating snacks, just like an unscrupulous overseer, a capitalist squeezing his employees.

Wen Mingyu sighed silently, picked up a melon seed, and was about to knock it, but thinking that it might make a noise, he changed it to breaking it with his hands. As a result, the room was too quiet, and there was a crunching sound, which was still a little obvious.

Wen Mingyu decisively threw the melon seeds back into the plate, serious, as if he had done nothing and had nothing to do with him.

The general manager and Wen Mingyu both glanced in the direction of Mu Zhan, and found that he was still reading the memorial, and there was no response, as if he hadn't heard it, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, the manager stepped forward, opened his mouth and silently pleaded guilty, pushed another plate of desserts in front of Wen Mingyu, and said that he would change to a plate of pastries he liked, then picked up the plate of melon seeds, turned around and walked out.

Wen Mingyu felt that he might teach the palace servant who sent the melon seeds to the imperial front.

Not long after, a young eunuch brought a plate of new snacks, Wen Mingyu ate two of them quietly, felt his mouth dry, and took another sip of tea.

I have to say, eating here is so good, if it weren't for the dangerous time bomb Mu Zhan, he wouldn't want to leave.

Half an hour passed.

Mu Zhan looked up from the memorial, pressed his forehead tiredly, intending to rest for a while. He tilted his head to look in Wen Mingyu's direction.

Wen Mingyu happened to be chewing a piece of cherry cake, half-squinted his eyes, his cheeks were slightly bulging, and he was enjoying eating. He suddenly felt his sight. He tilted his head to look, immediately closed his mouth, wiped off the powder on the corners of his mouth, and lifted it up. The corner of the mouth, a silent sweet smile, the whole person is like a small sun, emitting a warm light.

Mu Zhan looked at him like this for two seconds, got up and walked over, sat down on the couch beside him, lay back casually, and closed his eyes.

Wen Mingyu took a bite of the cake and looked at him quietly.

Mu Zhan was lying on the couch, his eyelashes were lowered, his black hair was loose, and he looked a little lazy. After the deep and cold eyes were covered, the contours of his face seemed to soften. Without the usual terrifying aura, it was more revealing. With a youthful air.

Seriously speaking, when he first learned about it, he was a little unbelievable. The tyrant in front of him was only eighteen years old, and he was only two years older than him. In the future, he was still a student, maybe he had not even taken the college entrance examination. join. And here, he has been on the throne for several years, and he has managed the country well.

Aside from being violent, he is obviously an extremely powerful person.

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips and stared at the sleeping face unconsciously. He was so beautiful and handsome, such a perfect face, it was a pity not to punch him twice.

Wen Mingyu heard a few days ago that the tyrant originally went to him with the intention of killing him, but he changed his mind somehow. The tyrant is uncertain, doing things as he pleases, without any scruples, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

After Wen Mingyu heard about it, she was afraid for a while, plus she was frightened by the tyrant every day, and it was impossible to have no resentment and dissatisfaction in her heart.

Smile on face, MMP in heart.

This meme is definitely a true portrayal of him.

One uppercut, one sweep, and another kick...

The villain in Wen Mingyu's mind was punching and kicking at the tyrant, wanton revenge, and the fight was very enjoyable. But in reality, of course, he couldn't do this, and he didn't rush to court death if he did it.

What was thinking in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, but his eyes were faint, staring straight at Mu Zhan. Those who don't know, may think it's some kind of passionate and indescribable story.

Mu Zhan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, seemed to feel the strong gaze, frowned slightly, and showed signs of being about to wake up.

Wen Mingyu quickly turned her head and ate the preserved fruit attentively.

As a result, Mu Zhan just moved and didn't wake up. Wen Mingyu let out a small breath, put down the preserved fruit, and rubbed her eyes, perhaps because she was nervous and nervous for a long time, and she was a little sleepy.

He blinked, trying to cheer himself up, but after a while, he was still lying on the table and fell asleep.

This sleep, I don't know how long he slept, when he woke up, he glanced around in a daze, it was dark, and there were flickering candles not far away.

who I am? where am I?

Wen Mingyu, who didn't wake up, was stunned.

The general manager Zhao Dequan walked up to him, bent down, and smiled kindly, "Master Wen, Your Majesty has given you an order. When you wake up, let the slave take you back."

Wen Mingyu was at a loss: "...Okay. ."

Then he followed the eunuch, yawned, and walked back slowly.

On the way, he was still very puzzled. When he woke up, the tyrant was no longer there. Where did he go? working again? Seeing him falling asleep, he didn't get angry and punish him?

While I was fortunate to be afraid, I also felt very strange in my heart.

Tyrant heart, needle in the sea.

Really can't understand.

Returning to the palace where he lived, Zhao Dequan bowed to him and saluted him before leaving.

Wen Mingyu ate dinner, took a shower, and finally threw herself on the bed.

Probably because he slept in the afternoon, he was quite energetic and couldn't fall asleep immediately.

He lay in bed, thinking about life.

During this period of time, he frequently reported to the tyrant's palace, and when he slowed down, he was apprehensive, and he also had a lot of doubts and guesses.

He complained that the tyrant had to be guarded when he slept, but according to what he had inquired about and pondered, there was no such thing before. He was the only one, and even when the tyrant was reviewing the memorial, he was arranged by the side.

Why?

Wen Mingyu felt that there must be a reason for this. The memorial is a secret, and normally, it is impossible for the emperor to do so. It seems that he is very special, and one or two can be seen from the reaction of the general manager Zhao Dequan. Now Zhao Dequan is more and more respectful to him.

Wen Mingyu certainly wouldn't think that the tyrant fell in love with him at first sight and so on. He should have had some important role in being left behind.

For example, having him by his side can make a tyrant fall asleep.

After several similar situations, this is basically confirmed. As for the reason, he also thought about it. The biggest possibility at the moment, and the last thing he wants - his pheromone has played a soothing role.

Generally speaking, only A and O can smell the pheromone, and ordinary people don't feel it. Wen Mingyu didn't want to admit it or not. From the first time he saw the tyrant, the amazing pressure and aggression he felt showed that the tyrant was an Alpha and very powerful.

Last time, the tyrant was angry and smashed the memorial, and the terrifying low pressure was even more powerful evidence. At that time, he was frightened. In retrospect, he actually smelled a smell that was not in the hall. It was strong and powerful, and invaded his body. It was a bit like the wine smell he had smelled in his previous life, but compared to those cheap wine , this taste is more mellow and pungent, just like the legendary nectar.

Although ABO is the norm in the future world, Wen Mingyu heard that there was an expert study before. When did human evolution begin to become ABO, the expert put forward a guess, which may be traced back to the distant ancient times, but it was only at that time. The numbers are so small that the ancients may not have realized it.

Because you don't know it, you naturally don't consciously control the pheromone.

The tyrant always gives people a very terrifying sense of oppression, partly because of his suffocating killing intent, and partly because of the pheromone bonus. Making ordinary people feel threatened is enough to show how terrible his pheromone coercion is.

If Mu Zhan was really an Alpha, he would be in trouble.

Wen Mingyu turned into a lop-eared rabbit the size of a slap, clasped his head and bumped it against the pillow, his fluffy ears swaying with his movements.

In the end, he lay down as if giving up on himself, rolling around on the bed, and kicking his short legs into the air.

Of course there is a reason for him to be so entangled and irritable.

He is sixteen this year, and Omega's estrus is generally seventeen or eighteen. There are no inhibitors in this era. He originally planned to go through it alone, and the process would be very painful, but it would be fine after that period.

However, if there is an Alpha around, the situation is completely different. Omegas in estrus will emit rich and attractive pheromones, which are extremely attractive to Alpha, especially since he used inhibitors frequently before, and the rebound will be more severe in the future. He would definitely not be able to resist posting it, and Mu Zhan would also lose control... that's the end.

In ancient times, he didn't know the estrus period, he boiled it by himself, and others might misunderstand it as a serious illness, but when he met Mu Zhan, in that scene, others might think that he had given the emperor some powerful aphrodisiac and seduced him wildly.

Wen Mingyu rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, then from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, bumped into the pillow, and hugged him with claws.

The round rabbit eyes narrowed, biting the edge of the pillow, the milk was fierce.

He must escape from the palace within a year.

The author has something to say:

Rabbit is super fierce: I want to escape!

Tyrant smiles: Huh?