Wen Mingyu was in high spirits and high spirits on the court, just as Mu Zhan imagined, like a luminous body, making people unable to look away.

But there are people who are unsightly, and it affects the mood very much.

Mu Zhan watched, his face sank inch by inch, if he hadn't been able to cope with Wen Mingyu, he would have forcibly stopped the game. But even so, there was still a bit of disgust and irritability in the eyes looking at the venue.

When the prime minister came to see him with trepidation, he only felt that this old thing was too useless, and the younger generation in the family were not well-bred, so he waved his hand and ignored it, showing his attitude.

This can't be good.

During the intermission, Mu Zhan came out of the tent and planned to beat Wen Mingyu. This kind of timid appearance was really ugly, and everyone was provocative, so just kill him directly.

Just as he was about to pass, he saw Wen Mingyu walking out from behind Wei Yingwu, looking down from above.

Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, quite surprised, "Why does Gu feel familiar with this expression?"

Zhao Dequan, who followed respectfully behind him, frowned, and subconsciously blurted out: "It's very similar to the saint."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dequan felt that he Crazy, seeing Young Master Wen and Sheng Shang's eyes look so similar, he was so shocked that he lost his mind, and he accidentally said what he said in his heart.

He was afraid that the sage would blame him, but he didn't expect that the sage was not angry when he heard this, but smiled inexplicably, and seemed to be in a good mood.

But then, Wen Mingyu was attacked, and reacted quickly to counterattack, and even sat on the other side and beat him.

Seeing this scene, Mu Zhan's face changed suddenly, and he didn't want to stride forward, forcibly pulled Wen Mingyu back to him like a chicken cub, with a displeased expression on his face.

He didn't expect that in the next second, his arm was hugged, Wen Mingyu looked at him with reliance and trust as if he was bullied outside to find the support of the closest person, "Your Majesty, he bullied me. "

Mu Zhan's heart moved, and his anger suddenly became more intense, but all of them were facing the people who bullied Wen Mingyu.

With a gloomy face, he glanced coldly at the man on the ground.

"Get up, it's enough rest. The second half starts, Gu also participates." When the

prime minister heard the words of the saint, his old face turned green. He knew very well that this grandson had completely annoyed the Sage and could not be saved.

The Prime Minister's wife was so far away that she couldn't hear what was going on. Finally, she couldn't help it and walked over, but she heard the Prime Minister say, "There is nothing I can do about this. I just ask the Holy Master to be willing to let him die." The

Prime Minister's wife couldn't believe it . , grabbed the Prime Minister's arm tightly, "What did you say?! That's your own grandson!"

"What's the use of losing your temper with me? I usually tell you not to get used to him? You have such a lawless temper. , Before I came, I said not to provoke the people around the Holy Master, he ignored my words at all, and dared to use a ball stick to kick the horse's hoofs, do you want to kill? It's really good!" The prime minister looked angry.

Seeing him angry, Mrs. Prime Minister put her tone softly, "I know I dote on him a little bit, but he's still young, isn't he? He used to be coquettish to you and asked for candy, such a cute child, how can you ignore him, In case the sage...isn't your heart hurt when your grandson is gone?"

"You're still young?" One year old, I don’t do my job all day long. I can’t control this matter, and I was stopped just now when I asked to see the saint. If you want to go, go and pay the entire clan for a fool!” The

prime minister’s wife choked on the call and opened her mouth. , seems to know it makes sense, but can't accept it. The Prime Minister understood her mood, his anger was slightly restrained, and he said in a cryptic manner: "Don't think too much, there's nothing you can do at this point... We don't have only one grandson, think about Hongzhi and Wenzheng."

Silent for a while Yes, Mrs. Prime Minister squeezed the handkerchief in her hand, and finally nodded, choosing to accept this fact.

At this time, the person who covered his aching stomach and stared at Wen Mingyu with resentment in his eyes did not know that he had been abandoned by his relatives.

One person in Wen Mingyu's team came off and was replaced by Mu Zhan.

Players from both sides mounted their horses, and the palace servants sounded the gong loudly, and the second half of the game began.

Because of the addition of Mu Zhan, the whole atmosphere has changed. The audience in the tent is nervous and expecting, and the mood is complicated. The people on the court and Mu Zhan's team are thinking about how to pass the ball to the saint, while the opposite team is afraid of hurting the saint. I was also worried that if I didn't fight with all my heart, I would anger the saint, which was very difficult to do.

But soon, after the game entered the rhythm, they found that all their thoughts were in vain.

Saints don't see them at all, and they barely touch the ball.

The man in blue was already in a daze, his brain might have been eaten by him, and he was full of hatred for Wen Mingyu who beat him up just now and made him embarrassed, and now he just wants revenge. Others were staring at the ball and the saint, but he looked for Wen Mingyu's figure, made the horse turn around, rushed over, and slammed the ball stick at Wen Mingyu, with such a strong force that it brought a lingering wind.

Wen Mingyu's eyes narrowed, a cold look flashed through her eyes, and she bent down and flexibly avoided.

Someone shouted: "Get the ball!"

It was the teammate of the man in blue, who saw him leave the goal and passed the ball to him. Although the man in blue wanted to trouble Wen Mingyu, of course he wanted to win the game, how could he accept that he lost to a humble son of a bitch. So, he hurriedly hooked the ball with his stick, slammed into the goal, flew over with precision, and was destined to score.

But when it was about to succeed, the ball was intercepted.

Wen Mingyu hit the ball back again and passed it to Wei Yingwu. He was so strong that he shot the ball into the goal after most of the field.

Wen Mingyu's team scored.

He glanced at the scoreboard with the widening score gap, turned his head towards the blue-clothed man and raised the corners of his lips. That smile could be said to be very provocative and arrogant, making the blue-clothed man almost vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Mingyu went to chase the ball, and the man in blue rode a horse and approached him, waving his stick maliciously to grab the ball. But at this moment, a ball stick engraved with a gorgeous dragon pattern struck and hit his stick heavily, causing him to feel numb and painful. When his hand was loosened, the stick was knocked to the ground.

The man in blue was furious, turned his head and stared, but met Mu Zhan's expressionless face, his eyes were dark, like a deep pool, cold and bottomless. The imposing manner of the high-ranking people is terrifying, and without saying anything, people can't help but fall to the ground and tremble.

If he hadn't been sitting on a horse, he would be on his knees and couldn't stand up now.

"Your Majesty..."

His face was pale, his head was down, breathing was a little difficult, and his body was shaking uncontrollably because of fear.

But Mu Zhan didn't take him seriously at all, and ordered directly: "Why don't you move? Still playing." The

man in blue was flustered, his club had fallen, how to continue the game. He gritted his teeth and looked outside the field, wanting to ask someone to pick it up for him.

But Mu Zhan didn't give him this chance, and said coldly again: "Run."

At this moment, the man in blue has completely lost his domineering and domineering. He only has the horrible rumors of how many people Mu Zhan killed and what torture was used in his mind. , became cringe. He didn't dare to do anything to the tyrant, so he threw all his emotions on Wen Mingyu and became more and more resentful.

He was forced to let the horse move forward, staring at Wen Mingyu from the corner of his eyes. Not far behind him is Mu Zhan, riding a horse carelessly, not fast, but with a sense of oppression approaching step by step, like a ferocious beast treating weak prey, not killing it directly, but admiring the other party's Fear, watching him run away in embarrassment, mentally tortured, and when he gets tired of playing, he swipes his claws neatly and hits the key points.

In the next second, the horse that the man in blue was riding sank suddenly and lost its balance. The forward momentum made him roll directly off the horse and hit the ground heavily. He only saw Mu Zhan sitting on the horse, holding a delicate ball stick in his hand, looking down at him with the cold eyes that looked at the corpse.

It was the sage who slapped the horse's hoof with a club!

The horse was in pain, neighed, and stepped on the ground in an unusually irritable manner. Naturally, he would not notice the man in blue lying on the ground.

Mu Zhan stared at it for a while before waving someone to carry the injured person down. Treatment is certain, but whether he can stand up in the second half of his life, whether he will survive or not, is a question.

"With such an intense exercise, there will always be accidents. Gu thinks that you need to be careful, what do you think?"

He rode his horse to the front of the tent and looked at the courtiers from top to bottom, his voice flat and cool.

"...I think so too." The

air was stagnant for two seconds, a voice broke, and then they all agreed.

Mu Zhan swept around casually, making everyone's heart tense, and then slowly retracted his gaze and turned to look at Wen Mingyu, "Do you still want to play?

" Of course not in the mood, so he shook his head.

Mu Zhan threw the ball stick to Zhao Dequan, "I'm lonely, go back."

Then, he got off his horse and took Wen Mingyu on the chariot to leave. The rest waited and bowed their heads.

On the way, Mu Zhan looked tired and a little impatient. He held his chin to watch the goose-yellow tassels hanging down from the curtains of the carriage, swaying slowly in the wind. After a long while, he retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Wen

Mingyu, who was unusually quiet, frowned and said, "Why didn't you speak, is it because I was dissatisfied with what Gu Gu just did?"

The air was in a daze and lost his mind, not knowing what to think, until he heard Mu Zhan's voice, he barely recovered.

He guessed that Mu Zhan regarded him as his property, and he must be very disgusted with other people's tampering and what he would do, but he did not expect that Mu Zhan would play in person, and his style was even more simple and rude. Directly let the other party fall off the horse and be trampled by the horse, and I don't know how many bones are broken.

That tragic situation can be described as appalling.

He was startled, but the strange thing was that, apart from the accidental shock at the beginning, there was not much fear and resentment in his heart, obviously Mu Zhan's appearance was quite scary. And with such a gloomy and cold face, it seems that he is not only regarded as a dispensable pet.

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "No, Your Majesty has stood up for me, I am very happy. He didn't hesitate when he attacked me just now, and he didn't take my life seriously, so naturally I wouldn't be soft-hearted towards him. ."

He looked serious, but a little guilty, his fingers on his knees curled slightly, "To be honest, I was actually thinking about how to teach me a lesson just now, but I was worried that I would cause trouble.

" It is clear that he is not a kind and gentle person, and he believes in a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. But of course, it can't be too reckless, and you have to consider whether you can bear the consequences before acting. If you can't do it at the time, you can write it down in a small notebook first, and look for opportunities later.

When Mu Zhan heard what he said, the corners of his lips twitched, diluting the gloom on his face.

There are some surprises. This soft little animal usually acts like a coquett when it looks soft, and there is a hedgehog-like side hidden underneath. If it is attacked, sharp thorns will emerge

and stab the opponent with blood, so that it does not hurt itself. .

Then, what if he wanted to bully him?

Will he be so vigilant that his whole body is fried, his eyes are rounded, his teeth are bared, he opens his mouth and bites his hand hard, even if his skin bleeds, he will not let go?

No, biting the hand hurts too little, a fragile neck is fine.

In this way, he must plunge into his arms, lie on his shoulders, wrap his two long legs around his waist, and stick together in the most intimate posture. Then, biting the skin at the junction of his shoulders and neck, blood stained his lips, so brightly red that some of the blood would even be swallowed by him and merged into his body.

The two seemed to be one.

Mu Zhan smiled, feeling no pain, but trembling with excitement.

Really looking forward to this scene happening.

Wen Mingyu didn't know what Mu Zhan was thinking, but seeing the smile on his face, for some reason, he couldn't help but shivered, a little hairy, and shrank back subconsciously, staying away from this perverted tyrant .

***

"Don't be afraid of getting into trouble, Gu said, do whatever you want. An insignificant person will ruin the game. If you want to play polo, you can ask someone to play with you at any time."

Polo The game was interrupted, and on the way back, Mu Zhan said this to him.

After Wen Mingyu heard it, he always felt strange, was it his illusion? Why does it feel like this is a kind of connivance and pampering.

Inside the luxurious Penglai Temple.

Wen Mingyu stayed alone, and turned into the most relaxed lop-eared rabbit form, a snow-white ball, holding a chubby flower cake and biting, while eating, frowning and thinking about rabbit life.

After thinking about it for a while, my thoughts were quickly occupied by the crispy and delicious, sweet but not greasy cakes, and I quickly forgot about Mu Zhan and didn't want to.

The flower cake is so fragrant.

Wen Mingyu lowered her head and took a big bite, chewing with her cheeks puffed out, and her drooping rabbit ears trembled slightly, like two soft clouds.

After eating two flower cakes, my stomach was full, but my mouth was still greedy. I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips, and lowered my head to lick the pieces of meringue on my paws.

When he had enough licking, he fell back lazily, spread out the big characters, and lay on the bed, his snow-white belly rising and falling slowly with his breathing.

When I'm full, I feel sleepy and want to sleep.

Wen Mingyu's eyelids drooped twice, she couldn't help but closed her eyes, her breathing became long, and she slowly fell asleep.

But less than two minutes later, the lop-eared rabbit on the bed suddenly shuddered, shook its ears, opened its eyes with a snap, rolled over and jumped up, and its furry exploded.

He still has homework to finish! Gan!

So, sleep canceled.

Wen Mingyu jumped out of bed in a hurry. After jumping forward a few times, she looked down at the soft pads of her paws, and only later remembered that she was still a rabbit.

He turned and jumped back to the bed, changed back into human form, put on his clothes, and ran off to do his homework.

As for the first thought? He has completely forgotten.

What's more important than unfinished schoolwork? No!

Wen Mingyu sat behind the desk in the study, lowered her head and wrote seriously, frowning occasionally, stopped writing, thought for a while, and continued to write.

Finally, after finishing his homework, he stretched out in a relaxed manner, and subconsciously glanced at the door, there was no one there. Then, he quietly took out his own words book and continued to write and decompress.

He had been in estrus and had a high fever before, and he was busy recently, so he didn't write for a few days, and he kind of forgot what he was going to write.

He read what was written before, and the more he read, the more happy he became. Who let the villains in the storybook succumb to the fact that it was written on the basis of Mu Zhan.

Wen Mingyu saw that the villain in front had been unlucky so many times, and felt that it was time to change her luck. So he picked up a pen and started writing.

The young master took the new guard out to play so many times. Seeing that he is smart, he always ends up perfectly, he is better than others, and he doesn't talk much, so he likes to take him out more and more.

Treating his own people, the young master has always been generous, and he will reward whoever is pleasing to the eye, but the villain has a poor physique, and it is useless to reward him, so the young master replaced the reward with something else and asked him what he wanted.

But the villain is also not clear.

The young master pondered for a while, and simply sent something he liked. The pastries of Yipin Pavilion, the signature dishes of Chunyilou, the crickets that are very capable, the leaves with strange shapes... There are all kinds of odds and ends, some are valuable, some are not, the key is to be interesting and unique.

Because of this, it seems that the villain has become a little special and different among the subordinates. Others take the reward and are happy to go back and keep it, but the villain eats what the young master likes to eat, and likes to play with interesting things. The young master will naturally ask him what he thinks, and chatting a lot.

Some people feel unhappy with the villain, and feel that he has attracted the attention of the young master, and it is really unfair, and they want to teach him a lesson. The man took the young master's jade pendant and wanted to put it in the villain's house to frame him for stealing.

But he didn't expect that before he could make a move, the villain's room collapsed.

Yes, it collapsed.

Everyone else's room next door was fine, but hiss collapsed, like an earthquake.

Fortunately, no one was injured.