After Mu Zhan looked at his learning progress, he took people to his side again.

As it happened, it was almost time for dinner, which made Wen Mingyu have an illusion that the tyrant came here specially to invite him to dinner.

Probably because he looked so good. Someone said before that when he saw how delicious he was eating, he couldn't help but feel that the food was delicious and he had an appetite.

When walking out of the hall, Wen Mingyu looked at the back of Mu Zhan in front of him. For some reason, he felt like a parent was picking up a child from school to come home for dinner. He subconsciously asked, "Your Majesty, what are we eating today? Yes. Crystal meat?"

Mu Zhan paused and looked at Zhao Dequan who was following behind. Zhao Dequan was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he answered no, but mentioned several court delicacies that will be available tonight, which are as delicious as crystal meat.

Wen Mingyu nodded and said, "I like these dishes too."

But his tone was still a little lost.

It seems that there are invisible ears drooping down on the top of the head, and even the hair is not full of energy, and he expresses his emotions very honestly.

Looking at Zhao Dequan, he couldn't help but want to touch his head, thinking to himself, I will give you any crystal meat, and I will give you what I want, and I will be satisfied. But unfortunately, he is not a saint, so he can only think about it in his heart.

Mu Zhan glanced at it and said, "I'm so greedy for words."

Wen Mingyu blinked innocently.

But when it was time for dinner, Wen Mingyu found that there was crystal meat on the table, and was very surprised. After thanking His Majesty in a crisp voice, he took a piece and put it in his mouth, squinting to taste.

Mu Zhan also took a slice, chewed it casually, and didn't respond much.

Eating and eating, Wen Mingyu looked up and saw Zhao Dequan holding a wine jug, pouring it into the cup in front of Mu Zhan, the wine flowed down, and the seductive aroma wafted out.

Wen Mingyu looked at it and swallowed, wanting to drink.

Mu Zhan felt his sight and looked up at him. Zhao Dequan said respectfully, "Mr. Wen, this is fruit wine. You haven't reached the crown, so you shouldn't drink it."

In the ancient times of Blue Star, there was an age limit for drinking.

According to his age, Mu Zhan has not arrived yet, but because he was enthroned as an emperor, he had to deal with the affairs of the state, and the crown ceremony was also earlier.

When Wen Mingyu heard the words, she realized that she had said what was in her heart.

Zhao Dequan disagreed, but Mu Zhan didn't care much about these rules and restrictions. He took a sip from the glass and said, "Let him drink, and he will bear the consequences of being drunk."

Zhao Dequan had to pour Wen Mingyu into it. Fruit wine, reminded in a low voice: "Master Wen, don't be greedy for cups, it's easy to get drunk when you drink for the first time."

He was afraid that Wen Mingyu would be drunk and go crazy and anger Mu Zhan. During this time, there were more Wen Mingyu in the palace, Mu Zhan slept better, and the number of anger and murders decreased. He didn't want Wen Mingyu to die like this.

Hearing his reminder, Wen Mingyu smiled gratefully, but she wasn't really worried. Because he used to work part-time and drank alcohol, and he was very good at drinking. This is fruit wine, and the degree of concentration is not high. It is definitely no problem to drink a small glass to taste it.

He picked up the cup confidently and took a sip. It really tasted very good, mellow and delicate, with a slight astringency on the tip of the tongue, and the sweetness was long, making people unable to stop drinking after one sip.

Wen Mingyu drank while eating, and unknowingly finished a cup.

And then...

he was drunk.

He underestimated the ancient wine, and it didn't feel like it when he drank it, but it had a lot of staying power.

His eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and he was stained with a beautiful crimson by the smell of alcohol, even his neck was red, spreading all the way, deep into the neckline, making people wonder if other places were also red.

Wen Mingyu's body swayed a little while sitting, as if she would fall down at any time.

Of course Mu Zhan saw it and sneered lowly.

Zhao Dequan frowned, "Your Majesty, do you need a slave to send Young Master Wen back?"

Mu Zhan looked rather interested, and tapped the table with his fingertips, "No hurry, you step back first."

Zhao Dequan had no choice but to bow . leave.

In fact, Wen Mingyu was also very well-behaved when he was drunk. He didn't show any ugliness. He continued to lower his head and put vegetables in his mouth, eating slowly.

It's just that alcohol numbs the brain, and the hands and feet become uncontrollable.

Wen Mingyu wanted to clip a piece of meat, and then the meat slipped away, and then clipped it again, it still slipped away, and even ran farther.

He frowned, stared at the meat for a while, then changed the chopsticks to his left hand, and held out the chopsticks again solemnly, as if he was born left-handed.

Accidentally and fortunately, he really picked it up, smiled with satisfaction, and was ready to eat, but when it was about to reach his mouth, the meat leaked from the chopsticks, slapped it, and fell on the table.

Wen Mingyu stared at the piece of meat in disbelief, motionless.

There was a low laugh from the other side.

Wen Mingyu was immediately attracted, looked up, thought hard, tilted his head and asked, "Are you laughing at me?"

Mu Zhan made no excuses and nodded calmly. "That's right."

Wen Mingyu wasn't angry either, but she was a little aggrieved that she didn't eat the meat. He stood up staggeringly and walked towards Mu Zhan. He was incapable of talking when he was drunk.

"Give me a clip, can you?" I

wanted to eat meat so much that I couldn't clip it myself, so I had to ask others for help.

After a while, he finally walked to Mu Zhan in an S-shaped route, sat down beside him, looked at the plate of meat he wanted to eat, licked his lips, and looked at Mu Zhan longingly.

The ends of his eyes were red and slightly wet, and when he looked up at the person, he revealed a slender and white neck, with an unconscious vulnerability and seductiveness.

But his appearance did not evoke any pity from Mu Zhan, but instead gave birth to a strong emotion that had never been seen before. His eyes suddenly darkened, and the dark desire that could not be suppressed spread instantly, and he wanted to... make him cry. .

Mu Zhan handed over the wine glass in his hand, "Drink this, I will help you."

Wen Mingyu reached out to catch it, but instead of drinking immediately, he asked, "How do I know you are not lying to me?"

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows , "I'm drunk and I know how to protect myself, so why are you stupid enough to take the initiative to run over?"

Wen Mingyu ignored him and continued to say her own words, "You helped me with meat, I'll drink it again."

Mu Zhan laughed, Really humbled and took a piece of meat and fed it to Wen Mingyu's mouth. He opened his mouth and ate it in one gulp, swelled his cheeks contentedly and chewed it down, then raised his head and happily drank the wine in the glass without a drop left.

Mu Zhan looked at it, why did he feel that he wanted to drink it originally, but he fulfilled him, and was a little unhappy.

Mu Zhan poured another glass of wine, Wen Mingyu reached out to take it, but was avoided. Mu Zhan put the wine glass directly to his mouth, with a smile, his voice was very bewitching, like a dark sea monster who lured the young man into the deep sea.

Wen Mingyu was dazed and attracted by the aroma of the wine, so he grabbed the rim of the wine glass with his hand and sipped it. Because he didn't hold it by himself, the inclination of the cup could not be controlled, and he wanted to drink again, so he could only lower his head and sip hard, looking like a kitten licking milk.

Still unable to drink it, he subconsciously wanted to grab Mu Zhan's hand and drink it. But Mu Zhan was one step ahead of him.

Mu Zhan pinched his chin, and the edge of the wine glass pressed his lips lightly, feeding the wine into it. I don't know if it's because I'm not good at feeding people, or it's intentional, the wine poured a little too fast, and the wine that Wen Mingyu didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corner of his mouth, slid over his slender neck, stained his collar, and smudged it into a cloud. Dark traces, wine flowing into invisible places.

Mu Zhan's eyes were dark, his throat rolled slightly, and his fingers were so hard that he almost crushed the wine glass.

After drinking a glass of wine, Wen Mingyu became even more drunk, her body tilted and she fell directly into Mu Zhan's arms. The cat slowly turned over and found a more comfortable position to cuddle.

Mu Zhan's voice was hoarse: "...Get up."

But drunk people, how can they understand people's words, and are completely immersed in their own world.

Wen Mingyu ignored Mu Zhan's words, and instead asked, "Who are you?"

After getting more drunk, the red at the end of his eyes became more and more intense, as if a beautiful peach blossom was blooming. His eyes were misty, wet, and glistening with water.

Mu Zhan reached out and landed on the end of his eyes, rubbed the pulp of his finger lightly, rubbed it a little, and got a little wet.

He glanced at the water marks on his fingertips, and for some reason, he took it to his lips and licked it. Sure enough, I tasted the unique fruity fragrance of Wenmingyu, which is more intense than usual, with a hint of sweetness, which is much better than the taste of that fruit wine, which is addictive.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes, his eyes became more and more dark and dark, and a faint light flashed.

Wen Mingyu didn't notice his movements, but was thinking hard, and finally came to the result, "I know who you are."

That serious expression seemed to be suddenly sober.

Mu Zhan looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Wen Mingyu stared at him and said firmly: "You are the dog emperor."

Mu Zhan: "..."