Wen Mingyu didn't know how it could be like this. He was afraid that Mu Zhan would kill the palace servant if he was angry, and that was his responsibility, so he couldn't help but impulsive and said something vague and thorny.

The result... an exchange?

He didn't really want Mu Zhan to teach him any imperial skills.

Wen Mingyu was abducted again by Mu Zhan to the emperor's bedroom.

nap time.

Mu Zhan didn't give Wen Mingyu a chance to refuse, he pulled him to the bed together, and with a push, Wen Mingyu fell backwards and lay on the bed. The long black hair spread out and surrounded him like vines. The neckline was slightly messy and opened, revealing the delicate snow-white collarbone, as if it was picked by you.

Wen Mingyu is very confused, what is this for?

Immediately afterwards, Mu Zhan also lay on the bed, right next to him, very close, and the pheromone was powerful.

On the bed, they were pushed down, just the two of them.

How could Wen Mingyu not think in the direction of serving the bed. He was stiff all over, got up and sat up quickly, and said, "Your Majesty, I can't sleep in this dragon bed, so I'll be watching next to you." Mu Zhan glanced lightly, "Didn't you already sleep?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned After a moment, I quickly remembered the time I was drunk, and I cried in my heart, wishing I could bang my head against the wall.

As soon as Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, he grabbed the placket of his shirt and pulled it into his arms. Wen Mingyu had to bend down along the strength, and in an instant, he was very close to Mu Zhan's face, so close to each other, his breath was intertwined, and pheromones did not distinguish between you and me.

Wen Mingyu's clothes were also loosened, revealing beautiful shoulder and neck lines, and her skin was as white as it was glowing.

Mu Zhan's eyes darkened.

Wen Mingyu noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, pointed to his shoulder, and said, "Your Majesty, it's a little cold..."

Mu Zhan sneered lightly, stretched out his hand and pulled him back casually, covering the white jade-like skin. Then, he let go of his hand, lay down lazily, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Sleep."

Wen Mingyu was stunned, unable to react. In someone's eyes, it is obviously reluctance.

Mu Zhan suddenly said coldly: "Do you know what happens to those who disobey Gu's orders? Gu will let people tie ropes around his limbs and neck, and the other ends of the five ropes are connected to a horse. Then let the horses run in different directions at the same time, and the person's body will be torn apart..."

Wen Mingyu hesitated for a second, and immediately lay down on the bed, pulling the quilt to cover it, and grabbing the edge of the quilt with her hand, It looks like I'm already asleep, very cute.

After two seconds, he remembered something again, pulled half of the quilt, threw it on Mu Zhan, covered him, and tucked the quilt.

Perfect.

How caring he is.

Wen Mingyu was lying on the bed with a tyrant sleeping next to him. He was uneasy. He thought he must be so nervous that he couldn't sleep, but the dragon bed was too soft and comfortable. There was a heat source next to it, and I subconsciously rubbed it. However, as soon as he approached, he was pulled and fell directly into a broad embrace.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, the first thing he saw was a tight and firm chest.

He wasn't fully awake yet, his eyes were hazy, some frizzy hairs were raised on the top of his head, and his face pressed a light pink on the pillow. When he looked at people so blankly, he was very cute and cute.

"Awake?"

Wen Mingyu heard a familiar voice, and met Mu Zhan's half-smiling face, a shock, and instantly recovered, and then found himself curled up in Mu Zhan's arms, even more startled, and quickly backed away , "...Offensive Your Majesty."

Mu Zhan propped up the bed with his hands, sat up slowly, glanced at him, and then stretched out his hand and pressed his back waist, forcing him to fall back into his arms again. inside.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help jumping forward, her forehead hit Mu Zhan's shoulder, and she was almost lying in his arms, intimacy.

Mu Zhan lowered his head to the side of his neck, sniffed lightly from the tip of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "Gu found that when you are by your side, Gu can sleep soundly."

Wen Mingyu shook. I had long thought that Mu Zhan would notice it, but when he suddenly said it, he was still a little flustered. Do you want to explore the problem of pheromones?

Wen Mingyu's left hand rested on the bed, half supporting her body, preventing herself from falling into Mu Zhan's arms completely. But Mu Zhan pressed one hand on the back of his hand, and each finger was inserted into Wen Mingyu's finger gap, and the fingers were intertwined and tightly fitted, like a chain, which firmly imprisoned him.

The other hand was placed on the back of Wen Mingyu's neck, squeezed lightly, and then slowly stroked down the back along the soft ink hair. He said slowly: "What kind of incense did you use? Gu likes it very much. Let Gu think about how to keep the smell so that you can smell it at any time."

Under his gaze, he didn't dare to move at all. After hesitating for a while, he said seriously: "This is what I was born with. If Your Majesty likes it, I'll just come here."

He was insinuating wildly, this is the only family, you are crazy to make sachet specimens or something. no more!

Mu Zhan seemed to understand the roar in his heart through his eyes, and laughed softly, "What are you thinking, is Gu Xue such a cruel person?"

Wen Mingyu raised her hand to answer, of course not, you It is the cruel deity!

"As long as you stay obediently by Gu, Gu won't kill you."

Mu Zhan's breath brushed past his ears, and a burst of itchiness caused Wen Mingyu to tremble uncontrollably. Sen Ran was shocked, as if all the thoughts in his heart were seen through by Mu Zhan. He will stay here for the time being, but will leave as soon as he gets the chance.

However, of course, Mu Zhan couldn't know this. He tilted his head and looked at Mu Zhan, "I will always accompany Your Majesty."

The moist and bright eyes, like the sun-baked stream, are clean and warm, and they are full of sincerity. Being looked at by such eyes, unconditional trust and dependence, makes people feel extra soft and ironed in their hearts.

Mu Zhan stared at him, did not speak, looked unpredictable, and did not know what he was thinking.

Wen Mingyu didn't look away, she smiled sweetly, as if she was in an invisible confrontation with Mu Zhan. Then, he first broke the silence, as if he suddenly thought of something, tilted his head, and said, "If your majesty wants to keep the smell, it is not impossible, your majesty gives me something, if I wear it all the time, it will be contaminated. The smell on my body."

He observed Mu Zhan's expression, and there was a hint of temptation in his words, wanting to see his attitude towards his own pheromones. Mu Zhan likes the taste of his pheromones, which is good for him to live in the palace, but at the same time, he doesn't want Mu Zhan to go deeper.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of this.

Then, he suddenly reached out to hold Wen Mingyu's armpit, picked the person up from his arms, put him on the bed beside him, got up and let someone bring a robe over.

Wen Mingyu looked at Mu Zhan coming over in a daze, and without saying a word, took off his coat and put on the emperor's exclusive dragon-patterned robe without refusing to refuse.

Mu Zhan looked at it for a while, then nodded slightly, with a little satisfaction on his face, "You just wear this, don't take it off."

"..."

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded and speechless. He originally thought about wearing a sachet or something, but he was forced to put on the dragon robe.

Are you a tyrant or a fool? The dragon robe is just casually worn by people? Anyone who doesn't know can tell him the rumor that a blue-faced calamity will charm the monarch.

This dragon robe is tailor-made according to Mu Zhan's figure. When Wen Mingyu wears it, it is a little too large and loose, with long sleeves, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

When he was dressed like this and walked out, Zhao Dequan saw that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly knelt to the ground. And Mu Zhan was very indifferent, and said a little impatiently: "Zhao Dequan, I was scared by such a trivial matter. What's the use of following the loneliness for so long."

Zhao Dequan pleaded guilty, got up quickly, bowed his head respectfully and stood on one side, but his heart was turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down.

He thought to himself that the sage really doted on Young Master Wen to the extreme. Maybe one day, the sage smiled and pressed the person onto the dragon chair, he would not be surprised to see it.