Mu Zhan almost laughed angrily, pulled the corners of his lips and said, "What did you say, say it again?"

If Wen Mingyu was awake, she would definitely feel the danger, recognize each other and say something good. Yes, it's just taking the topic away anyway.

But Wen Mingyu was drunk, her brain was not working at all, she didn't hear the threat in Mu Zhan's tone at all, she laughed stupidly, and she was not afraid to repeat the curse.

"Emperor Dog."

Mu Zhan's eyebrows jumped and he pressed his forehead. No matter how he looked, he seemed to be thinking about whether to kill people directly, or throw them out to sober up and torture them before killing them.

However, after a long silence, Mu Zhan didn't move, probably because he felt that it would be disrespectful to negotiate with a drunk, and he reached out and pushed his head away.

But Wen Mingyu just saw this comfortable place and regarded it as his own territory. As soon as he was pushed away a little, he immediately stuck back, and hugged Mu Zhan's arm, not letting go.

Mu Zhan was a little surprised. He was really irrational when he was drunk, which was very different from usual. When he was awake, he was always cowardly. Although he pretended to be very courageous, his bottom two legs were shaking.

He didn't like Wen Mingyu being afraid of himself, but it was impossible to change at once, so he let him act.

Mu Zhan pulled his hand back, looked down at him condescendingly, and said meaningfully, "Give you a chance, get up by yourself."

Wen Mingyu didn't listen, and insisted on sleeping on Mu Zhan's lap with her hands I had no choice but to hug Mu Zhan's waist next, worried that he would be pushed away again, buried his face in it, pressed his abdominal muscles through his clothes, and plunged himself into Mu Zhan's arms.

Mu Zhan froze for a moment, then smiled, reached out and landed on Wen Mingyu's head, lightly brushing his soft black hair, the stroking movement was even gentle, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are heavy and terrifying Paranoia is terrifying.

"You chose it yourself."

Gu gave you a chance, but if you don't run away, it's too late to regret it.

Mu Zhan sat with one hand on the table, holding a wine glass casually, looking like he was just drinking alone. But when he got closer, he found that there was another person lying on his lap, and his other hand was on top of Wen Mingyu's head. He pinched the back of his neck and landed on his back again, continuing to touch it gently.

It's exactly like a cat in rua.

And Wen Mingyu also seemed to have been smoothed out, no longer noisy, so comfortable that she hummed in a low voice, her bones were softened, she lay on her side lazily, stretched her body, and occasionally trembled slightly.

After a long while, Mu Zhan stopped, Wen Mingyu was still a little dissatisfied, half-squinted and reached out and hooked, grabbed Mu Zhan's hand, and pressed it back on his back, signaling him to continue.

Mu Zhan didn't move, but shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Do you want to drink?"

Wen Mingyu glanced up, nodded dully, and unconsciously licked her lips, which were moist, like petals soaked with dew, which looked more and more red and tender.

"Yes."

He reached for it, but was avoided.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "What do you exchange for it?"

Wen Mingyu thought hard for two seconds, "I'll tell you a secret."

Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, "Let's hear it."

Wen Mingyu got up softly , swaying close to Mu Zhan's ear, cupping his mouth with his hands, and whispering, "Actually, I'm not at all..."

Mu Zhan looked calm and expressionless, but the hand holding the wine glass was unconscious. The force tightened, and the knuckles turned white.

But what he wanted to hear, Wen Mingyu only said the beginning, then stopped, suddenly sniffed like a puppy hook, and asked doubtfully, "What does your body smell like?

" The glass of wine in his hand was much more attractive.

Wen Mingyu moved the tip of her nose slightly, took two more sips, and fell down, lying on Mu Zhan's shoulder, so drunk that she seemed to have drank several large jars of wine, and she couldn't even control it. Rabbit ears are coming out.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu was very drunk, and he still remembered that this was something that must never be known. He bowed his head and arched into Mu Zhan's arms, rubbing the top of his head to stop the itch and prevent the rabbit ears from coming out. .

Mu Zhan was so irritated that he couldn't help being irritated. When he wanted to pick him up, he heard the sound of soothing long breathing.

Wen Mingyu fell asleep.

Mu Zhan: "..."

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

As soon as Wen Mingyu opened her eyes and woke up, she felt a severe headache, a typical hangover sequelae.

He looked around in a daze, unfamiliar and luxurious furnishings, and many noble dragon patterns...

So, he slept in a dragon bed? !

Wen Mingyu was taken aback and blew up directly, but because of dizziness and unsteady standing, she knocked her head on the bedpost.

A young lady listened to the sound and hurried in, stepped forward in three or two steps, and carefully supported him.

"Mr. Wen, the saint has told you not to disturb your rest. You can sleep as long as you want."

Wen Mingyu tried hard to recall what happened last night. After drinking a glass of wine, he was so drunk that he only had A few fragmentary images. Did he... scold the dog emperor?

When the ball is over, he's going to die.

His face was ugly, and he waved his hand without hesitation, "If I don't sleep, I'm going back."

He wanted to fly out of the palace, but he couldn't do it. If he went back to the palace where he lived, he could hide for a while.

As soon as he went back, Sanxi greeted him and was very happy for him, saying, "Young Master, you have spent the night in the dormitory of the Sage. This is something that has never happened before. The Sage must like you very much."

But Wen Mingyu was not happy at all, and even wanted to bang his head against the wall and return to himself before drinking last night. If he did it all over again, he would not touch a drop of alcohol if he was killed.

Moreover, he thought again, how did he lie down on the bed after sitting at the table drinking and eating food last night? It can't be himself, the tyrant hugs him? No, no, he would rather be the palace servants to carry him up!

His face changed, and he felt a chill in his heart. He felt that today might be the last day of his life, and he wanted to cry.

Sanxi waited on him to wash and drank sober tea.

He was sitting at the table, holding a cup, looking back at his short life, looking out the window calmly with an expression that he was about to become a monk after seeing the world.

Sanxi was at a loss, and couldn't figure out what happened to the son. Stayed there overnight from the saint, and came back like this. Could it be that the aspect of the saint... can't be?

Sanxi's heart skipped a beat, she was insane to dare to be so disrespectful. Of course, the saint is the most brave and masculine unmatched!

Wen Mingyu thought about a bunch of messes, and felt that he was going to die soon, and at the same time denied and argued that the tyrant wanted to kill him last night, so why did he let him sleep in the dragon bed for a night, saying Maybe the tyrant is a trembling M, and likes to be scolded by others...

Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu felt extremely guilty. How could there be such nonsense.

After a while, the palace servants came and said that Mrs. Guangyang Hou came to visit him in the palace and arrived after lunch.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment before realizing who it was. But he didn't know why the original mother came to find him, but he also knew that there would be no good.

"This matter... The sage also knows? Is it allowed?" Wen Mingyu asked.

The little eunuch said respectfully, "Young Master Hui, yes, the sage also said that if you don't want to see him, you won't see him. This is just a fun for him when he is bored."

Happy?

Wen Mingyu was stunned. What does Mu Zhan mean? It sounds like he doesn't like that Mrs. Hou either?

He didn't understand what Mu Zhan meant, but he was inspired by these words. Anyway, he might die someday, and the unhappy one who just crossed over has not returned with revenge. Isn't this a good opportunity? If he is unhappy, make the haters even more unhappy, and then he will be happy.

So, Wen Mingyu nodded, "Let her come."

After diverting his attention, Wen Mingyu didn't let himself think about what happened last night. He ate a lot at lunch. If it wasn't for the hangover and stomach discomfort, he could eat it. More.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Hou really came.

The makeup is exquisite and the posture is as elegant as possible, but because she rarely enters the palace, it is difficult to hide her nervousness and fear. After all, there is a terrible one in the palace.

It was not until she met Wen Mingyu that she could breathe a sigh of relief and regain a little sense of her home court. But when she actually looked at each other, she was stunned.

Who is this little boy in brocade clothes? The temperament is so noble that it seems to come from the royal family.

Mrs. Hou completely forgot her movements, but Sanxi reminded her, "Is Mrs. Hou being rude?"

Mrs. Hou did it subconsciously. When she got up, she remembered, isn't Wen Xuanyu an unnamed servant? Why should she salute?

Sitting opposite Wen Mingyu, Mrs. Hou smiled and said, "Xiyu, I want to talk to you about myself."

This was a hint that he asked those palace servants to step down.

But Wen Mingyu didn't seem to understand, and said directly: "You talk."

Madam Hou's face stiffened, she managed to maintain her smile, and said in a soft voice: "Look, Yu Yu, Hou's mansion raised me with care. When you grew up, your father loved you very much, and he was very worried after you entered the palace, how are you doing these days?"

Wen Mingyu deliberately lengthened her voice, "Oh, you love me very much, that's why I grew up as a child. If you are not full and don’t wear warm clothes, you are bullied by servants, and you don’t know a word if you haven’t read a book, your love is truly unique.”

Madam Hou didn't expect him to be so rude to expose it, so she couldn't help being annoyed, and forcibly explained: "That's the vicious heart of the subordinate, of course I'm also at fault, I didn't find such a person, I've already sold them. Now , I will definitely give you an explanation."

Wen Mingyu looked surprised, "Then your Houfu is going to be empty? Almost all the servants have bullied me, your son has beaten me many times, and your son will Are you selling?"

Madam Hou couldn't help her face twisted, "That's because Chong'er was ignorant when he was a child, and I asked him to apologize to you."

Wen Mingyu raised her eyebrows: "Kneel down and kowtow to apologize? Oh, then I'll wait. ."

Madam Hou was so excited that the corners of her mouth twitched, and the veins on her forehead jumped.

Holding back her anger, she changed the subject and slowly stated the purpose of her trip. To put it simply, I heard that Wen Mingyu had a good time in the palace, and wanted to use him to give the emperor a pillow and help the family. He also euphemistically warned that he and the family were one, and both prosperity and loss would be lost. Without Houfu as his backstage, it would be very difficult for him to keep his position in the palace.

But when Wen Mingyu heard her say such a long list, it was like listening to her fart, and she yawned impatiently.

"Are you finished? My answer is also very simple, stop dreaming, I will not help."

Mrs. Hou had been pinched to death since she was a child, and her popularity had been ignored so many times, and finally she couldn't hide her anger. Raising the volume, he said sharply, "Aren't you from the Hou Mansion? Do you have a conscience? You need help at home, yet you are so cold-hearted that you don't care!"

Wen Mingyu: "Oh, then I just don't have a conscience. Madam Hou pointed to his nose in anger and scolded, "

You! If you are favored for a while, you are so arrogant that you don't know who you are. I think in the future, when you are left out in the cold and waiting to die, someone will help you!"

Wen Wen Mingyu sneered and was about to stab her a few more words when a low voice suddenly came from the door.

"Do you have an opinion on lonely people?"