Because it is a fake estrus, there is still a certain difference in essence, at least Wen Mingyu's pheromone will not run wild, and the sweet fragrance fills the entire palace, causing Mu Zhan to go crazy and mark him.

Wen Mingyu had never experienced this before, so she could only sort out the physiological knowledge in her memory, then silently let go of the hand grabbing Mu Zhan's cuff, rolled back into the bed, and shrunk herself into a ball.

Although I really wanted to smell Mu Zhan's pheromones more, if I smoked too much and became dizzy, doing something irreversible would be over.

Moreover, it is difficult for him to maintain his human form now.

As soon as he buried his head in the quilt, two fluffy bunny ears popped out from the top of his head, hanging down, blocking half of his face, and it seemed that the bunny ears were a little pink because of the overheating.

Wen Mingyu's body was hot, the end of her eyes were red, her eyes were hazy, wet and dizzy, and her thick long eyelashes were wet and sticky into clusters, messy, as if she had cried, and her lips were slightly open. Kai, exhaling hot breath, the skin down the neck turned red, so uncomfortable that he couldn't help pulling open the front of his shirt.

Before he did anything, he was already bullied.

However, he hid it so that no one could see it.

What Mu Zhan saw was an arched quilt. Just now, he was still being held tightly and relied on, but suddenly he was no longer sticking, and he loosened it neatly, like a scumbag who changed his mind very quickly after using it.

Mu Zhan's face sank, the air pressure around his body was lower, and he reached out and lifted the quilt. He didn't expect that his fingertips would touch a bit of fluffy touch, and it disappeared in a flash, so fast that people thought it was an illusion, and it was easy to ignore.

Looking closely, Wen Mingyu under the quilt looked quite normal, with long jet-black hair, a few strands of which were wet with sweat and stuck to the side of his neck, Mu Zhan reached out, tugged up the strand of hair, pulled it aside, and pointed. When the abdomen brushed against the skin, it caused a shudder in the person below.

Seeing this reaction, Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips suddenly curved a little, and he laughed, as if the hostility all over his body dissipated at this moment.

He got up and left, Zhao Dequan quickly followed, and when he noticed the smile on Mu Zhan's face, he was suspicious and frightened. Wen Gongzi was seriously ill, why did the sage suddenly laugh, did he not care?

But then, he saw Mu Zhan wantonly dealing with the spies in the palace, arresting all those with two hearts, and executing them in public.

It doesn't matter who poisoned Wen Mingyu if you don't know. If you want to harm him, even if it doesn't happen this time, there will be a next time. It's all resolved, leaving no chance or risk.

Such a big movement is like a violent storm crossing the border, uprooting, and the palace is more silent than ever, deadly still.

After dealing with this, when Mu Zhan stepped into the Taiji Hall again, night fell and the sky was dark.

The black robe on his body rolled out layers of black waves. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it, but if you look closely, you will find that the color of the hem is a bit strange. Not so obvious on the robe.

Mu Zhan smelled the smell of blood, frowned in disgust, turned around, and walked to the bath.

It didn't take long for Mu Zhan to come out, still with wet water vapor on his body, and blurred the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, as if everyone had softened.

He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the comatose person on the bed, his body blocked the dark shadow falling from the light, and shrouded the person tightly, like a dark cage.

Mu Zhan sat down on the edge of the bed, the candles in the hall swayed, and the moonlight was shining like milk outside the window, which was extremely quiet.

The only movement was Wen Mingyu's babbling in a coma.

He frowned and let out a vague whimper, like a poor cub being bullied, whimpering, but no one came to save him.

very noisy.

Mu Zhan's face was cold, and his hand fell on Wen Mingyu's head. Such a fragile and troublesome thing can be killed easily.

Suddenly appearing and disappearing suddenly, it affected his emotions, as if playing him between the palms of his hands.

should have killed.

Don't worry if you kill it.

"Your Majesty!"

That face flashed in his mind, smiling innocently, brighter than anything else, calling him. There is always a faint fruity fragrance on his body, lingering on the tip of his nose, making him unconsciously relax and fall asleep.

Tomorrow, tomorrow kill him.

day to day.

It's only been half a year.

It should have been killed at the very beginning, but now it is inexplicably feverish, unconscious, and half-dead, which is even more irritating and disgusting.

Mu Zhan's hand was on top of Wen Mingyu's head, and his five fingers were folded together, revealing a faint killing intent.

At this moment, the man huddled in a ball on the bed suddenly let out a painful groan, sweat oozes from his forehead, his ink hair wet into strands and drooping pitifully, his brows are wrinkled, as if he was trapped in some nightmare, lethargic. Very unstable.

That's what's called nothing.

Mu Zhan sneered.

That's all, since it has been agreed, then there will be a three-day grace period.

Three days later, before he recovered, he and those trash were all killed.

Thinking like this, Mu Zhan withdrew his strength, and his fingertips brushed Wen Mingyu's hair casually, as if he was gently touching his head to comfort him.

Wen Mingyu really stretched her eyebrows, stopped babbling, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Dequan, who was about to serve the saint in bed, accidentally bumped into this scene. Sheng Shang lowered his eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the movement of touching his head was unexpectedly gentle, not like a tyrant at all. He was shocked, stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses, and hurriedly retreated. Because I was too frightened in my heart, I almost stumbled on the threshold when I went out, so I got out like this.

It was also because of the fast retreat that he did not see that the person on the bed woke up at this moment.

Wen Mingyu opened her eyes, she was hot all over, and her consciousness was blurred by the burning. She only felt uncomfortably hot, and there was a pleasant aroma of wine in front of her eyes, which was full of temptation.

He half-squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand uncontrollably. He grabbed Mu Zhan's palm with both hands, like a small animal, and gently rubbed his face on the back of Mu Zhan's hand. His hot face was cool and comfortable. He opened his eyes and hummed, as if a cub was coquettish.

But after rubbing it for a while, the hand he was holding was pulled away, and suddenly it was empty, and he swooped forward with inertia.

Wen Mingyu was a little dazed, stunned for a moment, then grabbed the fabric in front of him, got up softly, fell into a broad embrace, and then chaotically followed the aroma of the wine, the tip of his nose moved slightly,

like a dog hook Hearing it, buried it on the side of Mu Zhan's neck and didn't notice it.

It's cool, I love it.

Wen Mingyu smiled contentedly, her mind was not clear, she raised her head and followed her desire and encountered two soft pieces.

He kissed Mu Zhan.

This intimate touch made Mu Zhan completely stunned, and he froze in place unprepared, motionless.

But after Wen Mingyu did such an amazing move, it was as natural as eating and drinking. After kissing, she lay down lazily, her body was as soft as boneless, her hands and feet curled up like a kitten Usually, he nestled beside Mu Zhan's legs, pursed his lips contentedly, and closed his eyes to sleep.

After taking a big mouthful of pheromones, the tip of the nose was full of the strong aroma of wine, as if the thirsty traveler finally saw the oasis, and poured sweet water into his mouth. Not moving, as if entering the state of a sage.

Satisfied, I don't want anything for now.

Mu Zhan came back to his senses, lowered his head and looked down at the person beside his legs, his eyes were heavy, and he sneered coldly: "Run after the sneak attack, you are so courageous, who taught you?"

Wen Mingyu fell into a drowsiness, closed her eyes, and said nothing. Hear, nothing happens.

Mu Zhan was a little unhappy, grabbed him and picked him up, pulled him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed back as if in revenge, aggressively attacked the city, drove straight in, and swept away Wen Mingyu's mouth. Oxygen, kissing people breathless, subconsciously whimpering, struggling to avoid this predatory kiss.

But at this time, his body was hot, and he had no strength. He was sitting on Mu Zhan's lap again, his waist was hooped, his hands were also grabbed, and he had no ability to push back.

After a few pushes, the calf was sore and soft, and the pink toes could only twist the soft mattress uncomfortably, trembling, and the thin white fingertips grabbed the front of the black shirt, causing a bunch of wrinkles. . His face was very red, the end of his eyes were also red, and he was forced to ooze out water droplets, and he looked helpless and pitiful.

His disobedience made Mu Zhan frown, his cool fingertips wrapped around his chin, making him unable to move, and then aggressively deepened the kiss, biting and licking, like a ferocious and rude beast, and Wen Mingyu was completely different just now at the touch of a button, wrapped in a strong possessiveness, as if she was about to swallow someone.

Mu Zhan was only displeased with his sudden little action, and returned it as a punishment, but he didn't expect that when he really touched the softness, he would not want to let go, and greedily seized everything.

When the kiss finally ended, Wen Mingyu's face was already flushed, her heart was beating wildly, she gasped for breath, her body was too soft to exert any strength, she could only lie in Mu Zhan's arms, and she had no strength to move.

Because of the almost rude kiss, his lips were a little swollen, and the color of his lips became darker and turned red, as bright as rouge, and it was still glowing with wet water. Breath, trembling fragilely, like flowers wetted by the rain.

Mu Zhan stared at him with his eyes down. His eyes were very dark, like the sea at night. Beneath the calm surface, there was an undercurrent of danger lurking.

He stretched out his hand, pressed his fingertips on Wen Mingyu's lips, rubbed slowly, rubbed off the remaining liquid a little bit, and then put it into his mouth and licked it, without realizing that there was anything wrong with his behavior. .

Seeing that he was still ill, Mu Zhan planned to put him back on the bed to rest, but he didn't expect Wen Mingyu to stick to him reluctantly, grabbed his hand instinctively, put it on the back of his neck, and murmured. Said: "Touch, touch..."

The voice was too low, Mu Zhan couldn't hear it for a while, and wanted him to say it again, but Wen Mingyu was very eager, and tried to cling to his shoulders, pushing the back of his neck to the back of his neck. Mu Zhan breathed out unconsciously from his mouth, "Hold me, mark me."

Mu Zhan didn't know what a mark was, but he could smell the rich fruity fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, full of temptation, and he could still hear it in his ears. Wen Mingyu's coquettish urging, with a broken cry in her voice, as if she couldn't stand it, "Bite me."

Mu Zhan didn't know what a mark was, but he could smell the rich fruity fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, full of temptation, and he could still hear it in his ears. Wen Mingyu's coquettish urging, with a broken cry in her voice, as if she couldn't stand it, "Bite me."

Mu Zhan lowered his head and bit the gland on the back of Wen Mingyu's neck suddenly. , spirits pheromone invades strongly. Wen Mingyu had never been marked, and he didn't know that the feeling was so strong, a little tingling, and then endless numbness, which was very complicated, forcing him to groan uncontrollably and struggled in Mu Zhan's arms. "Don't..."

But Mu Zhan is like a beast that has been hungry for a long time, and the neck of the prey will never loosen, Wen Mingyu can only let out a meaningless whimper.

The natural instinct of animals made Wen Mingyu feel the danger, but whether it was active or forced, he took too much pheromone, and the whole person was dizzy, his face was flushed, his body was weak, and he had no energy to guard against. , In the end, he could only close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

Just a second before he fell asleep, his half-squinted eyes seemed to vaguely see that the person in front of him had a pair of horns growing on the top of his head, dark brown, somewhat like a sharp tree branch.

...Dragon Horn?

Wen Mingyu was unconscious, and seemed to be unable to control herself. She reached out her hand and wanted to touch the corner of Mu Zhan's head, but her eyelids were too heavy, her hands were weak, and her fingertips fell off as soon as they touched it, and she fell asleep.

Unusual heat filled the entire curtain, making people feel unbearably hot. Mu Zhan seemed to be infected by Wen Mingyu, and his body was hot and his mouth was dry, but he did not want water to quench his thirst, but was very obsessed with the sweet fruity smell emanating from Wen Mingyu. People eat into the stomach.

The moment Wen Mingyu touched his dragon horn just now, it was even more bizarre, and his mind was not clear.

This pair of dragon horns is actually not unfamiliar to Mu Zhan. It appeared a few times when he was a child, and no one else had it. He was scolded as a monster because of it. Later, he killed all those people, and everyone who had seen Longjiao was already dead.

But at this moment, Mu Zhan's first reaction was not murder, but an indescribable longing welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He hugged Wen Mingyu, touched the hot face of the person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his soft lips again, hooked the tip of his tongue, licking and sucking, his posture was like an extremely clingy fierce dog, The claws tugged at the master, almost tearing the clothes to shreds.

Because of the movement, the dragon horn above his head accidentally rubbed Wen Mingyu's forehead, bringing a numbness that he had never felt before.

He has always disliked his dragon horns, but now he has a different feeling, and it seems that he can accept it. He even wants to use the dragon horns to rub Wen Mingyu and do something even more extreme... Hug people After bullying in his arms for a long time, he put him back on the bed. He also lay down beside him, his elbow rested on the head of the bed, his other hand tugged up a strand of Wen Mingyu's hair, and he was boredly wrapped around it. Play with your fingers.

For more than half a year, Wen Mingyu has lived in the palace. Although it is a relatively remote palace, compared to the days when the previous life and the original body lived in the Hou's mansion, it can be said that he is dressed in brocade and jade, and his body is much better maintained. It is also very beautiful, soft and supple, like a satin spread on the edge of the pillow, with a light luster.

Mu Zhan played with his hair, raised his eyelids slightly, and said lightly, "You'd better survive." The language is really wonderful, obviously he wants the other party not to die, but what comes out of the mouth of ordinary people, What the tyrant said, the difference was huge.

The tyrant's words sounded more like a threat no matter what. Maybe people had a desire to survive, but when they heard this when they were confused, they were scared to death accidentally.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu would fall asleep and hear nothing, lying on the bed like a delicate doll.

The next three days.

Mu Zhan stayed by the bedside when he was not dealing with political affairs, to see how Wen Mingyu's condition was and whether he had recovered. Every two hours, there will be medicines delivered. It is the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor. Although the specific condition of Wen Mingyu is not clear, the precious medicinal materials for replenishing the body can never go wrong.

And these soups and medicines were fed to Wen Mingyu by Mu Zhan himself. He helped the person up, wrapped them in his arms, and fed them slowly with a spoon. The liquid, that kind of gentle action, made Zhao Dequan look like he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Dequan couldn't help it, he stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is precious, so let the slaves do these things."

Mu Zhan glanced at him coldly, "Are you teaching orphans to do things?"

"Don't dare . , this slave has no intention." Zhao Dequan was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped aside as if his throat had been strangled.

Mu Zhan lightly pressed Wen Mingyu's lower lip with a spoon, put the medicinal liquid in through the gap between his lips, raised his chin slightly with his fingers, and finished feeding the last mouthful of medicine, and threw the spoon back into the medicine bowl. The impact made a crisp sound.

He scratched Wen Mingyu's Adam's apple lightly, saw that he was shaking unconsciously because of itching, and said with a smile: "If you don't wake up tomorrow, I will kill you alone."

Today is the third day.

Zhao Dequan didn't know anything about the so-called three-day appointment. Hearing this sentence, he felt hair on his back and cold sweat. However, even if he knew, he couldn't understand. The love of a tyrant is really not a normal thing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or luck, but Wen Mingyu was really stuck in the last time and woke up.

When he opened his eyes and saw the familiar ornate bed curtain, he was still thinking, fortunately, he had strong reason and self-control, and didn't pull Mu Zhan to inhale pheromones, otherwise he might be regarded as someone with a sick mind who dared to offend the Holy One. Drag out the beheading, then break the mat and throw it at the mass grave.

Wen Mingyu had been lying down for too long, her whole body was limp, she just wanted to get up. He just sat up with the soft mattress swaying, and Mu Zhan just came back down.

Seeing the person who woke up, Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, and his expression quickly returned to calm, walked over, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, as if checking his belongings for a few days to see if they were broken, he raised his hand and pinched his face, and said plainly, "Is there any discomfort?"

Wen Mingyu's face was pinched out . A faint finger mark, light red, was dotted on the pale face, and it became alive. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Your Majesty is worried, I'm fine."