Wen Mingyu was talented and hardworking in learning, which made Gong Xue like him more and more, as if to teach him as a direct disciple.

At the beginning, Wen Mingyu was very nervous because Mu Zhan learned the sentence within half a month. He was more diligent than the third year students, and unconsciously wrote with his fingers at night. But a month later, Mu Zhan didn't mention it, and seemed to have forgotten about it.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this tyrant still has some humanity. However, he didn't let up after that, and continued to study hard. After all, it is a precious opportunity delivered to your door. The Guozijian in this era is equivalent to the country's first university, and Gong Xue is the professor in it, and getting his guidance is not something ordinary people can think of.

In the interstellar era, Wen Mingyu did not dare to stand out in order to cover up her gender, fearing that it would cause unnecessary trouble, her exam scores were crushed, and she went to an ordinary high school in a small town, and the educational resources were naturally not as good as those in the capital. Now you don't need to cover up, you can be presumptuous, why not seize the opportunity.

Wen Mingyu is not a child who can't learn anything from scratch, and has the ability to remember it. The basic literacy course has been completed long ago, and now he is learning all kinds of literati compulsory courses. The Four Books and Five Classics are only a small part of it. part. Like a sponge, he frantically soaks up knowledge and turns it into his own.

For such an excellent student, if Gong Xue wants to pick out his faults, the shortcoming should be calligraphy. In the final analysis, no matter how fast Wen Mingyu learns, it is the first time that he has come into contact with a brush.

Therefore, outside of the usual classroom, Gong Xueyuan left him calligraphy homework. Wen Mingyu looked at her husband's beautiful calligraphy and admired it in her heart, so she consciously practiced more.

On this day, as always, he practiced calligraphy in his study room. He heard footsteps coming in. He thought it was Gong Xue.

The man approached step by step and stood beside him, but did not speak.

Out of the corner of Wen Mingyu's eyes, he noticed the dragon embroidery on the cuff, and immediately realized who it was. He raised his head and looked surprised, "Did Your Majesty come to see me on purpose?!"

The beautiful eyes are dark and moist, clean and penetrating. When they look at you, they are sparkling, and they are full of only you and the joyful expectation surging because of you, as if you are the most important thing in the world... No one will dislike it.

Mu Zhan's eyes flickered slightly, avoiding his gaze, looking down at the rice paper, and said lightly, "There is progress."

Wen Mingyu's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curved, he almost couldn't control his animal instinct, and wanted to rub against him A rub.

Who doesn't like being complimented?

The tyrant is still praising him, he is in a good mood now.

Wen Mingyu was a little embarrassed, and when the invisible little tail was about to be raised, Mu Zhan continued: "I have progressed from the level of a three-year-old child to a five-year-old."

Wen Mingyu froze, and the smile on his face instantly disappear.

This is humiliation, a proper humiliation!

Wen Mingyu just wanted to jump up and hit him with a headbutt.

If he wasn't the emperor, he'd be dead by now! died!

Mu Zhan's expression remained unchanged, and he was not affected by his X-ray-like gaze at all.

"Your Majesty is right, I am really weak in this area, and I want to ask Mr. Gong for more advice." Wen Mingyu lowered her head, feeling sad no matter what, her whole person exuded an air of grievance.

Mu Zhan suddenly said, "You don't need to look for him, I will teach you alone."

Wen Mingyu didn't expect it at all, and looked up in shock. Before, he had heard Gong Xue say several times that the Holy Sage was good at calligraphy. He was a little curious, but a tyrant came to be a teacher? Wouldn't it be possible to chop off a student's head if he was unhappy? That is really learning with life.

"...Your Majesty is busy with government affairs. Don't bother Your Majesty with this trivial matter. I will practice more on my own. It is enough to ask Mr. Gong." Wen Mingyu politely declined.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "You don't want Gu to teach?"

His tone was a little unpleasant, showing a hint of danger.

Wen Mingyu shook her head immediately and smiled sweetly: "How come? This is my honor, but I am afraid that I am too stupid and will delay His Majesty's business."

"I don't mind."

"That's really true. It's great, I'm happy from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Mingyu obediently took the initiative to stick to it, her eyes were shining, and she handed the wolf pen with both hands, her joy almost overflowed, and she was thinking about destroying the dog emperor. s head.

But Mu Zhan didn't pick up the pen, but stood behind him and asked him to write, help him read it and find out the problem.

I have to say that Mu Zhan stood behind him, even if he didn't say anything, his eyes were burning, and he had an extremely strong sense of existence, which could not be ignored at all.

Wen Mingyu was inevitably under pressure, like the invigilator standing beside him and staring, nervous when holding a pen. He had to hypnotize himself in his heart, there was no one behind him, and there were only words in his eyes.

After reading a few sentences like this, it still worked a little bit. From the beginning, his whole body was stiff, but it gradually became more natural, and the strokes were smoother. But this is only before Mu Zhan takes action.

As he was writing, Mu Zhan suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Mingyu's right hand, and of course he controlled his hand together with the wolf brush. This action brought the distance between the two closer. Wen Mingyu was still sitting, but surrounded by Mu Zhan's arms, he could still feel Mu Zhan leaning over and pressing him on his back.

Almost held him in his arms.

This is the closest Wen Mingyu has been to Mu Zhan so far. He has never tried to get so close to others, and he feels uncomfortable.

Compared to him, Mu Zhan looked much calmer, as if he was really just teaching him to write and took him with him. Wen Mingyu felt that the right hand was not his own, and was being controlled by others. Every stroke was like flowing water. After a while, two words appeared on the paper.

The handwriting is like a dragon, strong and sharp, and it is the word Mu Zhan, the name of the emperor.

After writing, Mu Zhan let go of his hand.

Wen Mingyu came back to his senses, and immediately began to blow the rainbow fart, "I heard from the gentleman that His Majesty's calligraphy is a must, I have always wanted to see it, it is really amazing, I want to treasure it as soon as I see it, and take it out from time to time to enjoy it. !"

People can't help but admire and respect powerful and talented people. Wen Mingyu's rainbow fart this time sounds a bit exaggerated and erratic, but in fact, compared to closing her eyes and cheering before, this time most of them are genuine feelings. I really like Mu Zhan's handwriting, and I hope I can write it so well...

It's up to you." Mu Zhan naturally sent the imperial pen out, and said flatly, "Now it's time for you to try."

Wen Mingyu was still stunned for a while, it was the emperor's name written on it, and it was not very taboo in ancient times. Is it right? Can he just follow along?

But a tyrant is a tyrant, and he has no scruples. Seeing him not moving, he stretched out his fingers and clasped the table, quite like a strict teacher.

Wen Mingyu had to copy it according to what Mu Zhan wrote. Although the name of the Emperor Lian was a bit strange, it was indeed pointed out by Mu Zhan that his strength was not enough, he closed the pen too early, and so on.

Unconsciously, Mu Zhan, who had written a few sheets of paper, was a little out of control at first, and even penetrated the back of the paper.

Wen Mingyu glanced at it, and inexplicably felt like a pervert who had a crush on Mu Zhan to the point of madness. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shivered and felt a little hairy.

He didn't know why, and subconsciously took a small step back.

Mu Zhan obviously didn't have such an idea. He looked down at Wen Mingyu's practice results, and the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, showing a rare smile.

Mu Zhan nodded and said something good.

Wen Mingyu looked up and was about to laugh, but he didn't expect that Mu Zhan's hand suddenly fell on the side of his face, and even gently pinched his earlobe, rubbing it slowly, as if toying with it.

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment and was frightened. She couldn't help but wonder if the tyrant suddenly became interested, remembering that he was a beautiful woman, and let him sleep...

Fortunately, Mu Zhan didn't seem to have this plan. He pinched his earlobe, just like the child who got a new toy, curious and interested, and said slowly: "There is a cinnabar mole on your ear, why didn't you notice it before? ."

Wen Mingyu's ears were sensitive, and the touch was numb for a while, and she couldn't stand it. She wanted to grab Mu Zhan's hand and take it down, but she was not sure if she would step on the tyrant's thunder point, and the blocking hand froze in the air. A little dryly, he said, "...the mole is so small and inconspicuous, it's normal not to see it."

"Really?" Mu Zhan rubbed for a while before slowly withdrawing his hand and said meaningfully, "This mole It's good where it grows."

Wen Mingyu was a little confused, why did she suddenly pay attention to the mole problem. However, when you don't know how to deal with it, blow it right.

"But I think His Majesty's mole looks better, it's right here." Wen Mingyu smiled warmly and brightly, and pointed to his neck.

This is also because of the pressure from hearing Mingyu and looking at Mu Zhan before, so he shifted his gaze slightly down to look at Mu Zhan's chin, and naturally he also noticed Mu Zhan's slender neck, the protruding Adam's apple, next to it There was also a small mole, and the position was very clever, which made Mu Zhan a little more sexy. If you put it into a star in the future, there will definitely be many fans licking the screen crazily.

Hearing this rainbow fart, Mu Zhan was noncommittal, as if he didn't even know there was a mole on his neck, he didn't care.

In the study, Wen Mingyu practiced calligraphy earnestly, and Mu Zhan gave advice. He didn't talk much, and he occasionally said a few words. The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

At night, get ready for bed.

Wen Mingyu inadvertently remembered the conversation in the afternoon, her face changed, she walked over a few steps, and looked in the mirror, she saw a small cinnabar mole on the left earlobe, bright and dripping, with an indescribable feeling.

But most importantly, he remembered that the original body did not have this mole, but he did.

Wen Mingyu brushed her earlobe with her fingertips, and the cinnabar mole was still there, very eye-catching.

Sanxi asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your son?"

Wen Mingyu turned her head and asked him, "Sanxi, do you remember when I first entered the palace, did you have this mole on my ear?"

Sanxi recalled for a moment, and her tone was not quite sure, "I don't think so? I didn't notice... ...Does the son not like this mole? But I heard that this is a sign of good fortune, the beauty mole is the icing on the cake and makes the son look better."

Wen Mingyu didn't listen carefully, shook her head and said nothing, and said good night to Sanxi, lying down. Went to bed.

However, I still think about it.

I didn't have the original body before, but now it has grown out, and it is exactly the same as my own position. Has it really become my own body?

Wen Mingyu accidentally traveled to ancient times. Wen Mingyu didn't think about it before, maybe he will travel back one day, but looking at it now, he is slowly integrating into this world?

Wen Mingyu didn't have much regret when he thought that he would never travel back in the future. After all, he was alone and had nothing to cherish in that world.

He was thinking that if the original body Wen Yuyu had crossed with him, I hope he can live well there. Breaking away from such a bad family of origin as the Hou Guangyang, let go of hands and feet, and live your own life, free and unrestrained.