Learning to write is not only about knowing the meaning of the word, but also learning how to use it, which naturally involves deeper things such as grammar.

It's not enough to just stop at learning. Outside of the classroom, Wen Mingyu needs to read more books, just like reading foreign language originals and original film and television works to exercise language sense when learning English.

Gong Xue acted in a strict manner, but not pedantic. It's hard to tell the story, and scholars don't like to discuss these things, and they don't want others to know that they have seen these things. Gong Xue, however, would not let Wen Mingyu read the book, but instead recommended a few books for him to read occasionally outside of class.

As a result, Wen Mingyu looked at the script, and he had ten lines at a glance, and he read the book very fast, so naturally he needed to keep sending the script.

The water in the palace is deep, and the Guards patrol day and night, changing the guard in shifts. It seems that the protection of the huge palace complex is impeccable, but some people have conspiracies and calculations. Not all the palace people inside are loyal to the emperor. A pawn of a certain power.

If Zhao Dequan hadn't ordered people to stare at Wen Mingyu during this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have discovered it. Because the problem is a certain page in the storybook.

Zhao Dequan's godson found out that something was wrong, and handed over the words book that was to be sent to Wen Mingyu, his face was terrifyingly white. Zhao Dequan had a bad premonition, and when he took a look, his face immediately became very ugly.

It's written on it...

the people behind it want to put people to death.

Not only Wen Mingyu, who would have seen this script, but even those who handled it, are likely to die.

Zhao De was as white as a piece of paper, and after thinking for a while, he finally decided to hand over the script to the Sage, who would decide. After all, even if he hides it, in the future, if the sage knows, he will only die worse.

Mu Zhan glanced at the words book presented, and frowned: "Zhao Dequan, do you think you have time to read the words book?"

Zhao Dequan buried his head deeply, and replied respectfully, "This is the word book that I'm going to go to Wen Gongzi's office, there are... ... If there is anything wrong, please see the Holy One."

Mu Zhan guessed something, reached out and picked up the script.

The hall was eerily silent.

A drop of cold sweat fell before Zhao Dequan, and his whole body seemed to be roasted on a fire, and it was like a sharp guillotine hanging above his head, which would fall and chop off his head at any time, feeling extremely tormented.

A sneer came from above.

Zhao Dequan still lowered his head, not daring to move. "The old guy who doesn't know how to live, dare to put his hand into the lonely palace. Zhao Dequan

, skinned the person who sent the message book and hung it on the gate of Duke Rongguo's mansion."

Frightened, he asked in a low voice: "Sacred Lord, it's the slave's godson who checked the script and saw the problem, but he also saw the content. The slave dared to beg for mercy, and wanted to ask how the Sage would deal with it..."

Mu Zhan's expression was gloomy and his eyes were clear. With abnormal scarlet blood, full of gloom and killing intent, it seems that there is no living thing in his eyes, "This matter is not urgent, you first send the script to Wen Mingyu. Gu was curious, he read it. What kind of reaction would it be?"

Zhao Dequan was startled and couldn't help but look up suddenly, but as soon as he met Mu Zhan's eyes, he immediately lowered his head again and pressed his forehead to the ground.

"...Yes, this slave will go."

Zhao Dequan bowed and exited the palace gate, feeling extremely complicated and even more terrified. Sure enough, even if the sage seems to be quite fond of people, he still wants to kill if he wants to kill.

The content of the words is taboo. If Duke Rong's people are successfully delivered to Wen Mingyu, he will definitely be killed when he sees it, but this was stopped, and he asked to send it over, not because he wanted to kill Wen Mingyu. Could be for what.

Zhao Dequan didn't have much chance of surviving, because this matter has not yet passed. No one is safe until the killing intent of the saint is gone.

Wen Mingyu didn't know it. After he received the book, he read it as usual. When Zhao Dequan sent the book, he just finished reading the book in his hand, and he was still a little unfinished, so he was ready to continue reading.

Zhao Dequan opened his mouth with an expression hesitating to speak, but in the end he retreated.

Wen Mingyu read it very quickly. This is a book that uses stories to describe the different customs and customs of this dynasty. The writing is witty and interesting. He read it so deeply that he didn't even know when Mu Zhan came. And the palace servants kneeled down and saluted without making a sound. This is what Mu Zhan requested.

Finally, Wen Mingyu turned to that page.

When he looked at it, his first reaction was that he couldn't carry on with the previous article, so strange, could it be this is a pirated book?

After being stunned for a second, he came back to his senses and closed the book with a snap, as if it was not a book, but some kind of man-eating monster.

Wen Mingyu's back was hairy, and she even broke into a cold sweat. He should have been acutely aware that something was wrong when he saw the first word, and now he glanced at it, and the entire page was instantly imprinted in his mind. The ability to never forget is very fatal at this time.

When Sanxi wanted to talk about the secrets of the harem, he stopped him and didn't listen, but he still got a big somersault here. Who the hell wanted to kill him so viciously? !

Wen Mingyu felt a chill in her heart, and her tail was so frightened that it came out, and the snow-white little ball moved restlessly under her buttocks, as if this was his body.

He was thinking that he had never seen anything and secretly destroyed the script, but he never thought that when he looked up, he would meet Mu Zhan, one of the protagonists in the secrets of the palace.

For a moment, Wen Mingyu was so frightened that her soul flew out.

He could feel his tail popping out, and it would be fine if it was hidden in his trousers, but if the ears on top of his head...

He quickly raised his hands to cover his head with his big sleeves, laying on the table and coughing piercingly, half-truth, half-truth Fake, he was really frightened and choked, but he coughed harder to cover it up.

His emotions fluctuated too much, and he couldn't control it at all. The rabbit ears came out and hung softly on the side of his face, just as cowardly as he himself.

Accidentally learns the secrets of the palace, and the original shape is about to be exposed.

What the hell is this Shura field? ! He is dead!

Wen Mingyu was coughing when suddenly he felt a hand on his back, gently touching it, helping him to calm down very gently. In normal times, he would be grateful, but this man was a tyrant. Is it really good for him? Don't want to peel off the skin? It wasn't a hand at all, it was a serpent crawling through!

Moreover, the rabbit's back cannot be touched...

Wen Mingyu felt a burst of numbness, like an overwhelming wave, which swept his reason, making him almost unable to resist his instinct, and he wanted to go from a ball of hair to a soft white sheet. Rabbit cake, stretch claws and jiojio, revealing a small belly.

He couldn't help but let out a whimper, in a low voice that sounded pitiful.

The hand on his back suddenly stopped, and for some reason, it was withdrawn.

Although he took it back, he might have to face the secret problem, but Wen Mingyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, because if he touched it any longer, he would probably be unable to resist and turn into a lop-eared rabbit.

If you see fluffy ears and tails, you will definitely be identified as a monster, and in ancient times, he will be burned to death.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly put away the rabbit ears, and at the last second when Mu Zhan held his wrist aside and was forced to show his head, he could hide it, which was extremely thrilling.

Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, pinched his chin, and forced him to lift his face.

The ends of the eyes were red, the eyes were wet, and the thick eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking together, like delicate flowers wetted by the rain, extremely fragile. It makes people want to take good care of them, but it is also easy to breed an indescribable desire to crush the delicate petals and watch it slowly flow out of juice.

"You cried before Gu didn't say anything?"

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were very complicated.

Wen Mingyu coughed, "...I didn't cry."

It was just that he coughed so hard just now that he felt like his lungs were about to cough up, so what were tears.

The eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and a crystal tear slipped down her cheek and flowed to her chin, touching Mu Zhan's finger. Mu Zhan scratched lightly, and the pulp of his finger was wet, and the tears fell below, with an indescribable feeling.

Wen Mingyu felt itchy and shrank involuntarily, but she was pinched even tighter immediately, causing faint pain. He dared not move.

"What did you see just now?"

Wen Mingyu swallowed nervously, "...I didn't see anything, I can't read."

Mu Zhan smiled, "Really? ."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Damn it, how can I pretend like. this!