As soon as the imperial decree came, the palace of Rongguo was beheaded.

The old officials of the three dynasties who used to think highly of wealth, honor, and glory were defeated overnight, and only blood was spilled on the ground.

The incident caused quite a stir in the courtroom.

Especially those with Duke Rong's faction, who think that Mu Zhan's ascension to the throne is not justified, they are dissatisfied, and secretly make small moves. They thought that Mu Zhan would be afraid of the old forces and try to win them over, so they were a little arrogant and presumptuous, but this time, they all saw Mu Zhan's attitude.

The countless crimes that brought Duke Rong down, the piles and pieces, are all terrifyingly detailed. This young new emperor is not afraid of them, and has the ability to uproot them, with ruthless means, without showing the slightest sympathy. They were afraid that they would become the next guillotine, and they were like tortoises with their heads shrinking for a while.

And Wen Mingyu, who lives in the palace, doesn't know about these things. He is worried about going to the martial arts field. He is not resistant to learning some boxing and kung fu, but if the teacher is Mu Zhan, he will be under a bit of pressure.

The martial arts field is spacious and flat, with a lot of open space for training.

When Wen Mingyu arrived, he realized that Mu Zhan didn't want to teach him to fight. Because he saw that the palace servant brought a horse. It was tall and mighty, with strong limbs, bright eyes, and thick and shiny mane. At first glance, it was an excellent horse.

As soon as Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, the palace servant immediately handed over the reins respectfully.

"Have you ever ridden a horse?"

Wen Mingyu shook her head, but she looked at the horse with a clear longing and curiosity.

Logically speaking, it is necessary to talk about theory and precautions at the beginning, and then practice. But Mu Zhan is not a person who takes the conventional route.

He chose to go straight.

Wen Mingyu only felt a gust of wind suddenly blowing up beside him. In the blink of an eye, he saw that Mu Zhan had neatly turned on his horse and sat firmly on it. He had broad shoulders and long legs and a tall and straight body. Lie, like a natural luminous body.

He stretched out his hand to Wen Mingyu and said, "I'll take you around first."

Wen Mingyu's eyes suddenly lit up, he didn't expect to be able to ride immediately, but... take it? How to bring it?

He was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, and hesitantly passed his hand.

Mu Zhan probably also thought that he would not be able to get on the horse, so he withdrew his hand. Before Wen Mingyu could react, he leaned over and held his waist, lifted the man into the air, and let him sit in front of him, and then , and did not let go of his hand, his arms lay across Wen Mingyu's waist, holding him possessively.

Mu Zhan is tall and strong, Wen Mingyu is tall but thin, and looks a little petite against his background, as if he was completely imprisoned in Mu Zhan's arms.

This scene, in the eyes of the palace people, is already quite exciting and shocking. It is rare for Zhao Dequan to be relatively calm inside, and he seems to think this is normal.

After all, after the last story, the sage did not kill Wen Mingyu, and after talking to him, his anger and killing intent subsided, and Zhao Dequan realized how special Wen Mingyu was.

Others only saw Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu riding a horse together, with an intimate posture and amazing grace. But in fact, Wen Mingyu was much more difficult than they thought.

Because he was too close, he was enveloped by Mu Zhan's powerful pheromone, like a dense net with nowhere to escape.

He frowned slightly and leaned forward cautiously, trying to distance himself from Mu Zhan, but as soon as Mu Zhan moved the reins, the horse obeyed the order and moved forward. Mu Zhan's back was tightly pressed against a sturdy chest, and the heat was transmitted through the fabric, even making Wen Mingyu's back a little hot and numb.

All the little tricks that I was sneaking around just now were instantly invalidated.

The tip of Wen Mingyu's nose is filled with strong pheromones, and the smell of spirits is a little intoxicating.

He blinked his eyes and said dryly: "...Your Majesty is in a good mood today?"

Mu Zhan's flat voice came, "Shang Ke. Why do you say that?"

Wen Mingyu: "..."

That, I smelled it.

Although the smell of alcohol is a bit strong, it smells very good. If you concentrate, your consciousness will be clear, and it is not a big deal. The most important thing, of course, is that Mu Zhan is in a good mood and is much safer, so he doesn't have to worry about stepping on thunder.

So Wen Mingyu relaxed a little, shifted his attention, and let himself concentrate on the freshness and excitement of riding a horse.

Mu Zhan said he wanted to teach him personally, and he really became a teacher. I took him on a horseback ride around the martial arts arena, and on the way I told him a lot about horse riding skills.

Mu Zhan's words were concise, his tone was slow and a little lazy, but he pointed directly at the key points, so that Wen Mingyu, a novice, could understand and understand what he had to do.

After the lap, Mu Zhan did not stop there, nor did he let Wen Mingyu dismount, and the two of them still rode together.

However, he handed the reins to Wen Mingyu and let him try.

When Zhao Dequan saw this scene, his heart tightened. It is too dangerous for someone who has never ridden a horse to hold the reins. But this is a decision made by the saint, and he cannot speak up, of course he dare not speak out.

Wen Mingyu's hand was suddenly stuffed with the reins. In fact, he was very nervous. Like a hot potato, he wanted to throw it out.

In the end, the latter prevailed. Anyway, there was an old driver behind him. If something really happened, he didn't believe that Mu Zhan would not care. After all, he was on the road himself.

Wen Mingyu is smart, and listened to the explanation very carefully just now, and wrote it all down. The first practice was not random, but carefully followed Mu Zhan's teaching.

He straightened his back, his eyes looked straight ahead, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help looking down at the reins and the horse in front of him.

From Mu Zhan's point of view, he could just see his tense but pretentiously calm profile, pursing his lips hard, and doing exactly what he taught him just now, too obedient.

Mu Zhan moved unconsciously, and the hand wrapped around Wen Mingyu's waist tightened, which suddenly startled him.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly turned her head, "Where did I do wrong?" He

did it perfectly, and was an excellent and serious student.

It's just that Mu Zhan is not a serious teacher. However, he didn't change his face and didn't show it. He reached out to hold Wen

Mingyu's hand holding the reins, hooked his fingers lightly, and said in a deep voice, "The grip is too tight, relax a little."

There was a strange hoarseness in the voice next to his ear, which he didn't even notice.

Two hours passed.

At the end of the first riding practice, Wen Mingyu was carried off the horse, and when her feet touched the ground, she was so weak that she could not stand still, as if she had just finished some indescribably strenuous exercise.

Mu Zhan seemed to have expected it long ago, and he helped him easily.

Then, Wen Mingyu walked forward as usual, and there was a burst of pain in his thigh, which was so hot that he unconsciously opened his legs and walked away, cautiously and slowly, and walked like a little penguin.

Almost at the same time, a low laugh came from above his head.

Wen Mingyu looked up suddenly, and sure enough, the corners of Mu Zhan's mouth were raised, with a clear smile.

The dog emperor laughed at him!

Wen Mingyu was so angry that she was so angry that she lost her sense of reason. She threw off Mu Zhan and walked forward angrily.

Can't say they're very similar, just say they're exactly the same.

When the palace servants saw Mingyu throwing off the hand of the sage, they were also startled and terrified, thinking that the sage would rage and kill people, but they never thought that the next second, the sage laughed, not sneer, but very happy Laughing like crazy. The gloomy face that has always been expressionless, like the ice breaking through, is actually a little more fresh.

Wen Mingyu froze instantly when she heard the laughter, and looked back in disbelief, her eyes rounded.

In fact, as soon as he took two steps, he regretted it, annoyed at why he was so impulsive, what should he do if he angered the tyrant? Isn't he courting death?

As a result, what did he hear, what did he see...

Wen Mingyu was directly furious this time.

Dog Emperor!

I want to bite you!