Mu Zhan suddenly appeared, again in a cold tone of accountability, and instantly made Mrs. Hou pale and broke out in a cold sweat. She never thought that Mu Zhan would come. She regretted the impulsive scolding just now, so she could not wait to slap herself twice. She didn't even dare to lift her head, so she hurriedly got off the stool when she was trembling, knelt down and apologized.

"The minister's wife knocked on the emperor and asked the emperor to forgive her sin... The minister's wife had absolutely no opinion, she just talked to Huoyu, because she was worried, she was anxious for a while, Xuanyu is the son of the minister's wife, and the minister's wife naturally hoped that he would be well... ..."

Madam Hou was trembling with trembling, her voice trembling, and she couldn't speak well, so she could only quibble dryly.

But she didn't know that Wen Mingyu, who was under protection, was not in a better mood than her. As soon as Mu Zhan came, his scalp exploded instantly, and the stool under his butt seemed to have needles, so that he would jump up on the spot, turned around and wanted to run away, where did he have the ruthless slap in the face of Mrs. Hou just now. .

What the hell! The dog emperor came to him to settle accounts!

Wen Mingyu's head sounded a piercing alarm, and he only had this thought in his mind, but just as he was about to move, Mu Zhan walked behind him in two steps, and his hand was still on his shoulder, making him unable to move.

A cold voice resounded above his head.

"But what I heard just now doesn't seem to be like this," Mu Zhan smiled, but it was even more terrifying than when he didn't smile, "You dare to deceive you?"

After being charged with a major crime, Mrs. Hou couldn't breathe, and was about to succumb. past. She vehemently denied it, almost lying on the ground, completely losing the arrogance just now.

Mu Zhan asked the palace staff to repeat what Madam Hou said to Wen Mingyu just now. The more she said, the more Madam Hou trembled.

"In this way, it reminds Gu that the Marquis of Guangyang and his subordinates often make mistakes in doing things. It seems that he may be old and a little confused, and it is time to go to work. Gu looks at the younger generation and can't afford this title. Yes, it’s more appropriate to take it back, and give them a chance to train.”

With one or two words, they immediately took off the official position of the Marquis of Guangyang, and cut the rank. When the Marquis of Guangyang went, their family immediately fell out. After entering the aristocratic circle and becoming a commoner, the blow can be said to be not small.

Mrs. Hou was completely sluggish, her three souls and seven souls seemed to be separated from her body. She didn't understand how to enter the palace once, and she didn't convince the concubine to seek benefits for the family. Instead, she lost everything.

She wanted to ask the sage to withdraw her life, but was forcibly invited out by the palace servants, and she was not given a chance to speak at all.

On the way out of the palace, her mind flashed the image of once abusing and suppressing Wen Mingyu when she was a child, and then flashed the appearance of Wen Mingyu's noble little boy just now. The tyrant stood behind him with a careless look, But she showed the cold intention of killing...

She couldn't help thinking, if she hadn't ordered people to oppress Wen Mingyu because of jealousy before, would Wen Mingyu help the Hou Mansion now?

Do not! It must not be her fault, otherwise, when she brings the news back to the house, everyone will blame her, whether it's the Marquis or her children... Yes! It's not her fault, didn't Lord Hou also hate this son of a bitch at the beginning? A humble origin, it is right to be despised. In the original identity of his biological mother, it was a great honor for her to be able to give birth to the blood of the Houfu, otherwise how could that wild species have this identity, and still be able to enter the palace and come to this day! Wen Mingyu should be grateful to Dade!

She directly reversed black and white, ignoring the fact that the Hou Mansion offered people up with the mentality that it doesn't matter if Wen Mingyu would be killed by a tyrant.

Mrs. Hou's state was very wrong, crying, laughing and angry, like crazy, but the palace servants who sent her out didn't respond, as if they didn't see it.

And the other side.

Wen Mingyu is also not easy, the whole person is very nervous. Mrs. Hou was taken away, Mu Zhan waved the palace servant back, held his shoulders, and made him turn around and face him.

Mu Zhan leaned over slightly and stared at him with no emotions, but Wen Mingyu felt like he had read a sentence from it.

It's your turn.

Wen Mingyu frowned violently and almost cried out. Although he may have been imminent, his strong desire to survive still made him want to fight twice to save himself. He didn't want Mu Zhan to mention last night. He started talking about the topic and said with a dry smile: "Your Majesty is here to help me. Is it? I'm really happy~"

Mu Zhan Youyou said: "Part of the reason is, but it seems that you don't need help? You can say it very well, and you are very angry with that woman."

Wen Mingyu pretended to be wronged, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "That's just me. She has treated me harshly since I was a child, leaving a great shadow on me, and I am afraid when I see her."

"Is that so? Then she also deserves what she deserves now. Those who chase fame and fortune are most afraid of having possessions. If you lose it again, let alone they thought there was a shortcut for you." Mu Zhan spoke without emotion, his hand on Wen Mingyu's shoulder seemed to be idle, and he unconsciously rubbed the side of Wen Mingyu's neck, forcefully. As light as a gentle touch.

Wen Mingyu felt itchy and trembled slightly, but did not hide. He didn't know the reason why Mu Zhan suddenly punished the Marquis of Guangyang, but he did help him out and felt a little relieved.

After a while, Mu Zhan's eyes fell back to Wen Mingyu, which made him feel tight.

Sure enough, Mu Zhan still wanted to mention it, "This matter is by the way, I came here alone, I want to tell you about last night..."

"Ah! Speaking of which, Your Majesty must be hungry!" Wen Mingyu guessed that he was going to say What, I didn't want him to continue, so I hurriedly forcibly interrupted, picked up the dessert on the table and blocked Mu Zhan's mouth, "This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is delicious, I like it very much, really!

" Zizi, she couldn't help frowning, but she still didn't spit it out, she swallowed it with a complicated expression, and then grabbed Wen Mingyu's hands and hooped them with one hand. A hand gagged his mouth too.

Mu Zhan smiled: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wen Mingyu could say anything, at most he murmured twice, as if he had been kidnapped.

He couldn't stop him, and Mu Zhan said bluntly, "After you got drunk last night, how many times you scolded the solitary dog ​​emperor, do you remember?

" to kill him.

Maybe Wen Mingyu's expression was too unlovable, which made Mu Zhan laugh, and a smile crossed his eyes, softening the original indifferent outline, making people seem to be a little gentle. But Wen Mingyu didn't notice.

"What do you want to say?"

Wen Mingyu blinked his eyes twice, his brain turned quickly, and he opened his mouth subconsciously, but he forgot that Mu Zhan's hand was still covering his mouth. The breath that came out was also sprinkled on it, slightly moist, and there was an unspeakable ambiguity.

Mu Zhan's eyes darkened, and the hand covering his mouth unconsciously exerted force, and then slowly released it, sat down beside him, and waited for him to speak, as if waiting for your sophistry performance.

Wen Mingyu read the meaning of such eyes, and the psychological pressure was a bit big.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the subtle feelings just now, and began - quibbling. Mu Zhan obviously heard his drunken remarks, which is undeniable, and can only be saved from this word.

"Your Majesty, I definitely don't mean to scold you. Dog, it is the best friend of human beings, right? It is smart and lively, and has many advantages. His Majesty is diligent in government and loves the people, and he is a great monarch. I said... ...God Emperor (super softly), he is praising His Majesty, really."

Wen Mingyu said while peeking at Mu Zhan's reaction, seeing that he was about to speak, it was as if the exam was about to end, no matter what, he had to Writing a few more words seems to be able to get two points, Wen Mingyu went on to say: "Dogs are not only friends, but also relatives, they accompany us for a lifetime, we have to eat and sleep together, and I like dogs very, very much. Yes ."

It was repeated again and again and again and again and again to emphasize the truth. For fear that Mu Zhan would not believe it, he stared nervously at Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan didn't show any emotion, he calmly listened to his sophistry, and finally said lightly: "So, you like to sleep with your dog?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned, she never thought that Mu Zhan would say such a sentence after listening to it. , The ability to focus on the key points is really...

Although a little dazed, Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and nodded vigorously, "Yes! I like it very much!"

Mu Zhan: "I understand."

Wen Mingyu raised a question mark, so what did you understand?

In the end, Wen Mingyu didn't know what Mu Zhan meant, but after scolding the dog emperor, he still survived and survived safely, which is extraordinary luck. Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Business as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Mingyu suddenly felt that she was also very talented in deceiving herself.

After solving the crisis of his life, he had a meal with Mu Zhan before returning to his residence. Because he was relaxed and had no burdens, he just wanted to fly back to his bed, turning into a lop-eared rabbit who rolled around on the bed, so refreshing that he flew up.

Sanxi waited on him to change his clothes and went to bed, with a smile on his face, and said, "Young Master, the sage came here on purpose today just for you, and Nuzhen is happy for you."

Wen Mingyu also thought about this, but he thought that There is no reason for Mu Zhan to do this, and more of it is attributed to Mu Zhan's whim. After all, tyrants do things as they please, and maybe the Marquis of Guangyang has gone too far, so that the emperor wants to cut them, but he still jumps like that. With a high sense of presence, the tyrant looked troubled, so he dealt with it easily.

Wen Mingyu nodded, "Well, I'm also very happy."

Seeing the unfortunate person who hated him, of course he was in a good mood. Happiness is that simple.

As soon as Sanxi got excited, he babbled a little: "It's great that the son can go so smoothly. Before, the slave was worried. The sage hates the harem, and it has been empty all the time. Maybe..."

Speaking of this, Sanxi suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and his face changed. A white, quickly shut up.

Wen Mingyu had just listened to it casually, but when he stopped, he aroused his interest. Speaking of which, he really didn't seem to have heard of any concubines and beauties in the harem, so he subconsciously asked, "Why?" Wen Mingyu looked at him like this and guessed that there must be some royal secrets in it. People who know a lot of secrets usually don't live long. He decisively put aside his curiosity, and reminded Sanxi, forget it this time, and pay more attention to his words in the future.

Sanxi nodded quickly, afraid that she would make Wen Mingyu unhappy if she didn't say it, and explained in a low voice, "It's not that the slave doesn't want to talk about it, it's just that this is a taboo in the palace, and the slave doesn't know much about it..."

Wen Mingyu immediately called Cut him off, "I don't want to know, it's true."

Sanxi then cut off the candle, hoping that the young master would have a good dream, and retreated out of the hall.

This night, Wen Mingyu really slept well. The lop-eared rabbit with the big slap shrank into a ball of fur, slapped his mouth, and kicked his short legs, obviously eating happily in his dream.

The author has something to say:

Yuzai: I especially like dogs.

Tyrant: Oh, like me.