When he got up in the morning, Wen Mingyu didn't notice anything wrong, everything went as usual, he washed and changed clothes, and had breakfast.

Then, go to study in the study room.

When the sun shone on the road, his head was a little dizzy, and his palms were slightly hot, but the symptoms were too mild, and he didn't take it to heart.

Sometimes it's easier for someone else to see a problem than you.

Sanxi was attentive and looked at him worriedly, "Young master doesn't seem to be in good spirits, is it because you are not feeling well?"

Wen Mingyu tilted her head, "It's okay... alright."

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling the temperature It's normal, I just shook my head and said it was okay.

Sanxi then said, "It's been cold recently, so the young master should pay attention to wearing more clothes. At this time, you are most likely to feel the cold."

Wen Mingyu nodded, thanking Sanxi for your concern, but she didn't care much about these minor ailments. He used to rely on self-healing for colds and fever, and it cost money to take medicine, so it was totally unnecessary. After a few more days, he would be fine.

So, Wen Mingyu felt that she was in good health, she waved to Sanxi, and said that she didn't need to add clothes, but she stepped out and was blown by the whistling wind outside, her hair fluttered, and she patted coldly The face...the body trembled honestly.

He decisively turned around and stepped back, took a thick robe from Sanxi's hand, and instantly warmed up. With the addition of the buff to resist the cold wind damage, he was fine again, and even when he walked to the study, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After the class was successfully completed, Wen Mingyu took out his homework. After Gong Xue read it, he commented, saying that although his ideas were young, he had a unique personal opinion. If he continued to think about it, there would be unexpected reward.

Then, Wen Mingyu silently took out the results that he revised, supplemented and polished after he was criticized by Mu Zhan. Gong Xue's eyes lit up, and he praised unabashedly: "The deficiencies have been corrected, and there are some details that I didn't expect. Yes, you can be your own husband."

Wen Mingyu scratched her face embarrassedly, "...I'm far from that level, yes, someone pointed out my problem, I'm..."

"Who is it?" Gong Xue was very interested, thinking it was teaching One of his doctors also wanted to talk to the other party.

Wen Mingyu said dryly: "...It's the sage."

Gong Xue: "..."

Oh, then forget it.

After a while, Gong Xue couldn't help but ask: "Does the sage often check your schoolwork?"

Wen Mingyu shook his head, "No, just occasionally."

Gong Xue was surprised and couldn't understand what the sage thought. This young man in front of him.

"This is a rare honor." Gong Xue sighed with emotion, how many people have worked so hard to pass their book to the saint, but they may not have the opportunity. But Wen Mingyu's schoolwork can let the sage see that this is the treatment only for the favored little prince.

"Have you read the little policy theory you wrote earlier?" Gong Xue asked.

"No."

"That's a pity. Although what you wrote is only a very rough policy idea, but the idea is very good, and it is worth discussing in detail. If you can get the approval of the sage, you will take the imperial examination in the future, maybe the palace exam... Now , let's not talk that far."

Gong Xue subconsciously told Wen Mingyu according to his usual requirements and expectations for the supervisors, but it is still unknown which way Wen Mingyu will take in the future. He stopped the conversation in time and continued to watch his homework.

Wen Mingyu was a little ecstatic. One thing, others say a lot, he will take it to heart to some extent. He couldn't help thinking, what was he going to do in the future?

In the past, he was worried about making money every day, and the only thought in his mind was to cover up his identity as an Omega, study and take exams step by step, and then find a safe little planet to settle down and do an ordinary and stable job. It depends on your partner's fate, but it's very likely that you live alone. This is his life plan.

However, when he suddenly traveled here, all his plans were disrupted. Every day, all he thought about became the favorability of the tyrant, and then he found an opportunity to leave the palace. What will you do after you leave?

He is currently doing well in his studies, and he likes the sense of fulfillment in it. If Mu Zhan is excluded, he may really take the road of being a scholar, take the imperial examinations, and strive to become a small civil servant. But he is Mu Zhan's person, he can only move in the circle he allows, and he has no freedom of choice. If he dares to leave, he will anger Mu Zhan, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Moreover, before he was eighteen years old, he would usher in the estrus period, and he must not stay by Mu Zhan's side at that time. If he succeeded in escaping, it would be even more impossible for him to take the imperial examination, because it was the prey who took the initiative to send him to his door.

So, in the end, I still have to run away and go out to be a migrant worker to earn money to support myself.

Wen Mingyu immersed herself in her studies, thinking about how much she could learn before leaving.

For lunch, Wen Mingyu naturally ate with Mu Zhan and was very full. Zhao Dequan suggested that the chrysanthemums in the imperial garden were blooming, which is suitable for walking and viewing.

Mu Zhan was not very interested in viewing flowers, so he glanced at Wen Mingyu lazily, "Want to go?"

Wen Mingyu was too lazy to move, just wanted to lie down, so he shook his head and said with a smile, "I think It's good to chat with His Majesty here."

Mu Zhan glanced at his belly and said lightly, "Let's go, otherwise I might see a fat man with a broken belly and hurt his eyes."

Wen Ming Jade: "...?"

So why did you ask him for his opinion? It was a personal attack!

In the royal garden.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan walked slowly and admired the flowers, a group of palace servants followed behind, separated by a distance, which was requested by Mu Zhan, and did not like others being too close.

At the beginning, Wen Mingyu was quite energetic and walked side by side with Mu Zhan, looking at the brilliantly blooming chrysanthemums, which were of various varieties and bright colors. But slowly, his pace slowed and he fell behind.

Mu Zhan frowned and stopped, turned around and said, "Why are you so slow?"

The afternoon sun shone down and reflected on Wen Mingyu's face, like a hazy golden tulle, which made his handsome appearance even more amazing. He stopped there, as if he was thinking about something, and when he heard Mu Zhan's voice, he pursed his lips, smiled subconsciously, and immediately ran after him.

Mu Zhan waited for him to come over, but he didn't expect that just after Wen Mingyu took a step, his body fell forward softly as if his bones were suddenly taken away.

Mu Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly, his complexion changed, and he didn't have time to think about anything, so he subconsciously reached out to catch the person. When he touched the skin, he found that his body temperature was staggeringly hot, his face was flushed unnaturally, his mouth was unconsciously open, and he was panting rapidly.

In an instant, Mu Zhan's face became extremely ugly.

His tone was terrifying, as if he was speaking to a dead man, "With so many people, none of them found out that he was sick?" The

palace servant turned pale and knelt on the ground.

Tai Chi Temple.

The atmosphere was extremely gloomy and depressing, and everyone knelt on the ground, daring not to make a sound.

Since Wen Mingyu fainted, the imperial doctor has come to see him, and the medicine has been prepared for people to take, but he just doesn't wake up, and his face is getting worse, as if he is suffering from some great pain.

Several imperial physicians took turns taking the pulse, trembling and fearful.

Mu Zhan said coldly, "What's the situation?" The

imperial doctor knelt on the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "I heard, I heard the son's condition, the symptoms are like wind-cold and fever, but the pulse is strange, I have never seen it before... I am incompetent. "..."

"Meaning, none of you have the ability to cure him?" Mu Zhansen's cold voice seemed to come from hell.

The imperial doctor shuddered, buried his head deeper on the ground, and shivered, "This, this condition is unusual, it is not a common fever, it may be a poison that the minister has never seen before, I beg your majesty to give the minister a chance, and the minister will immediately develop an antidote. "

Mu Zhan: "How long will it take?"

"This...I don't know."

"So, you can't do anything at all, you just use the antidote as an excuse. What's the use of wanting you rubbish? Put it all off!"

"No! Your Majesty forgives the sin, there are still wives and children in the family, and the minister does not want to die. I don't want to die..." The imperial doctor struggled violently and begged for mercy, but Mu Zhan listened, without a trace of softhearted, but said coldly with a blank expression: "Really? I think it's too lonely to die alone, that's all Let your wife and children accompany you on Huangquan Road."

The imperial doctor froze instantly, his face as white as paper, and fell to the ground, while the rest of the imperial physicians also fell silent. The hall was extremely quiet, except for the slight sound of people being dragged down and the cloth rubbing against the ground.

In the past six months, Mu Zhan has rarely killed people, and it seems that his temper has become much milder. They almost forgot that this is a tyrant with countless bloody lives on his hands. Begging for mercy can't be useful, it's just to speed up his own death in disguise.

Zhao Dequan stood in a corner of the hall, his hands and feet were cold. Never like this moment, I hope so strongly that Wen Mingyu is safe and sound, and wake up soon.

I don't know if God heard the prayer, or it was just a coincidence.

The thin figure on the bed suddenly made a vague sound, curled up in discomfort, closed his eyes, and rubbed towards Mu Zhan who was sitting on the edge of the bed. close.

He reluctantly opened his eyes a little, gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine...don't kill the imperial doctor, okay?"

Mu Zhan looked down at him, his eyes filled with murderous intent and savagery, "You still have the heart to care. Someone else?"

Wen Mingyu was trying to endure what, she was weak and weak, she could only lightly tug on Mu Zhan's sleeve, and said softly again, "Your Majesty, please..."

Mu Zhan was silent for a while, before Wen Mingyu again When he was about to close his eyes, Sen Leng said: "I will shut them up first. If you die, I will not keep such a useless person."

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and his frowning brows stretched out. He smiled weakly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I'll be fine."

But the voice was so weak that it seemed like he was going to die at any moment.

Mu Zhan's face was still dark, and he did not kill anyone to vent. The irritability in his heart became more and more serious, and he looked at Wen Mingyu with murderous intent.

Such an absurd way of dying for no reason would be better off in his hands.

Everyone didn't know that, in fact, the imperial doctor could not see that the disease was normal. Because Wen Mingyu was not sick at all, until a scorching heat surged from his body, and the flames licked and burned all over his body, he realized that his estrus period was earlier.

More precisely, due to frequent use of inhibitors, the body system is disturbed, and early pseudo-estrus appears.

It is very similar to the symptoms of estrus, the body is hot, the hands and feet are weak, and the desire to be hugged by the Alpha, deeply marked.