Wen Mingyu really wanted to go back to sleep, but she was forcibly dragged to the meeting by her "boss", with a look of hopelessness on her face. Mu Zhan ordered him to become a lop-eared rabbit, and he didn't want to go, trying to struggle and change someone's mind. But this man was standing in front of the bed, staring at him, obviously not going to give up easily. "Become a lop-eared rabbit, or just go, take your pick."

Wen Mingyu instantly imagined that he appeared in the hall with him, and those ministers went crazy and collapsed on the spot, as if they were looking at a painting of a fainted king and a demon concubine. In contrast, being a lop-eared rabbit seems to be more acceptable. Mu Zhan saw that he didn't move, and reached out his hand to take him directly. Wen Mingyu looked at it and hurriedly said, "Wait!"

The white light passed by, and the person disappeared out of thin air, and was replaced by an extra white mass on the bed. Like a cloud, fluffy and soft. Without hesitation, Mu Zhan grabbed the little lop-eared rabbit, put it in his palm, put it in his sleeve pocket, and walked out calmly. No one would have imagined that someone who was called a tyrant, tyrannical, and cruel, would bring a rabbit to court.

Resplendent, magnificent and magnificent hall. Civil and military officials stood below in an orderly manner, bowing their heads respectfully. After the usual ceremonial steps, the court meeting officially began, and the ministers played one by one. This is the first time for Wen Mingyu to go to court.

Although he didn't participate, as an outside audience, he couldn't help but be curious. In Mu Zhan's sleeve pocket, two small claws climbed up and quietly probed his brain, wanting to see See what's out there. Then, just as he stuck his head out, a hand was pressed down above his head, and he slowly touched his head, pinched his ears, and stroked his back.

The whole movement was very skilled and natural, and he had obviously done it many times. Wen Mingyu looked up secretly under Mu Zhan's palm, and found that the man was leaning on the dragon chair, sitting a little lazy, and didn't seem to be listening at all. However, the ancient dynasty was really beyond his expectations. He originally thought that he would be very serious and serious, everyone is a big boss, the elite of the elite.

But in fact, the following ministers were blushing because of one thing, and they almost rolled up their sleeves and fought on the spot, which was comparable to the scene of primary school chickens pecking at each other. But of course, their bickering is still much more advanced. They all refer to the kind that Sang scolded Huai innuendo and satirized the present, which can poke people's lungs and cause you to vomit blood.

Wen Mingyu was stunned at the sight of it. Yanguan really is a sharp weapon. He swears without being dirty, and kills without blood. In modern times, I am afraid that few people can match it. Those who can stand in the hall are naturally high officials. Wen Mingyu can actually learn a lot here. He picked up his cuffs, and looked at it with interest under the cover of Mu Zhan's palm. It was just at the back that Wen Mingyu was a little tired, Mu Zhan always touched his back, so comfortable that he felt sleepy.

When he came out, it was Mu Zhan's hand that brought him into the palm of his hand, unscathed. Wen Mingyu suddenly woke up due to the brief suspension of weightlessness, stared at her eyes, round and round, then glanced left and right blankly, and found that the surroundings were all familiar and reassuring, and she immediately relaxed again. Even subconsciously, he rubbed Mu Zhan's fingers with his face, lay down, and continued to sleep. Too sleepy to open my eyes.

The warm and soft plush rubbed gently, like countless light feathers falling on the heart, giving people an indescribable feeling.

The ministers below were still expressing their opinions in full swing. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the corner of his lips on the dragon chair was slightly hooked, revealing a smile that seemed to be happy.

Instantly shivered with fright. Mu Zhan has always been ruthless towards courtiers. They don't think Mu Zhan laughs when he is in a good mood, but sneers impatiently and wants to kill. So, Qi Qi was silent, and the hall was unbelievably silent. They held their breaths, their bodies tense, for fear that the wrath of the emperor would fall on them, burn them all over, and leave no bones.

The only minister present who was not nervous was probably Wei Yingwu. He never liked going to court, and felt that those people were always obsessive when they talked, and it was very exhausting and tiring to listen to. But he was a general officer, and his cousin stared at him again, so he had to report on time, and then he stood there for nearly two hours, so bored that he almost picked his fingers.

But today is different. He has excellent eyesight, and his sharp eyes found that there is something hidden in the sleeve of the saint, and it can move! After peeking for a while, I finally determined that the snow-white fluffy ball was a lop-eared rabbit! If it weren't for the conditions, he would simply perform a gorilla hammering the chest, roaring frantically, torn off the roof, and collapsed the floor. It's actually his favorite rabbit, and the saint also keeps rabbits! This realization made him extremely excited, and he didn't have the mind to think about the thoughts of other ministers. He just wanted to communicate with the sage.

So, when everyone else lowered their heads and didn't dare to make a sound, Wei Yingwu was still peeking at the little rabbit above and was about to move. Then, the fluffy lop-eared rabbit turned over in Mu Zhan's palm, the rabbit's ears drooped down, its mouth opened slightly, its little belly rose and fell slowly with the breath, and its little claws scratched against the air. , The legs also kicked, I don't know what kind of sweet dreams are you doing.

Mu Zhan rested his cheek with one hand, reached out and poked his stomach, leisurely, very openly touching the rabbit at work. He is a big boss, and no one dares to have an opinion. Wei Yingwu watched from below. The jealous lemon juice was about to spurt from the corner of his mouth. It was too sour.

He really wanted to bring the rabbit up to court and touch the rabbit for two hours. He could do it! It's okay to let him stand here for a day! Seeing that there was no movement below, Mu Zhan lowered his voice and said, "Continue."

When the courtier heard the words, he hesitated and started playing again. At first, I was a little timid, but when it came to passion, I couldn't help it and started arguing. Wei Yingwu couldn't help but interrupted, "Li Shilang, Wang Shangshu, can't you have a good discussion? Do you have to be as noisy as in the market?" The two who were arguing turned their heads to look at Wei Yingwu at the same time, surprised that General Wei suddenly made a noise.

Could it be that he was drawn over there? But in fact, Wei Yingwu just didn't want them to disturb the rabbit to sleep. He didn't participate, but he wasn't stupid either. It could be seen that they were just deliberately arguing to the sage to show their attitude. He felt that it was completely normal to speak, and he didn't need to turn around. He agrees with what his cousin said, don't play tricks in front of the Holy Master.

After Wei Yingwu finished saying this, he didn't speak any more. When others try, he doesn't answer. The two who were arguing restrained a little, but continued. Mu Zhan listened casually, and slowly stroked the Lop-eared Rabbit's back again and again. Until someone mentioned, "If the late emperor saw..." The voice stopped suddenly, and the face of the person who spoke turned pale. It was clear to him that he had said the wrong thing.

Sure enough, there was no expression on Mu Zhan's face, his eyes were heavy and terrifyingly gloomy, and the surging killing intent was so overwhelming that he almost fell to the ground. Those past are taboos, unspeakable. L

i Shilang regretted so much, cold sweat kept gathering on his forehead, dripping to the ground, and he couldn't even say the words to beg for mercy. Mu Zhan stood up, took out a sharp sword from the hand of the forbidden army on the side, and walked down step by step. The footsteps were not heavy, but the sound seemed to be stepping on the hearts of everyone, which made one's heart tighten, and his throat twitched. Dry, can't move.

Mu Zhan stopped in front of Li Shilang, and said slowly, word by word, "Since Aiqing wants to see the late emperor so much, how about sending you down to see him alone?" As soon as he finished speaking, he held the sword and stabbed it fiercely, aiming it at Li Shilang's neck. But at this moment, Wen Mingyu seemed to be awakened by the sound outside, and got out of Mu Zhan's sleeve pocket, raised her paws and rubbed her eyes, her soft ears rubbed against Mu Zhan's wrist inadvertently. , as if to soothe.

What followed was the fruity fragrance that only Mu Zhan could smell, and the light sweetness, like a gust of breeze, passing through all the limbs, making Mu Zhan's eyes red and unstable. He quickly calmed down, the sword in his hand slanted, rubbed his neck, and stabbed into the pillar behind, which was shocking. Li Shilang's neck stingged , and bright red blood flowed down, but it was just a wound, and there was no fear of life. "Next time, it won't be so simple."

After Mu Zhan said this expressionlessly, he went up the stairs again and sat down on the dragon chair. Li Shilang never thought that he would still be able to save his life, and hurriedly thanked Longen. Wen Mingyu just woke up, and the whole rabbit was still confused. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel it.

Mu Zhan's pheromone was restless, he quickly stretched out his paws to hug his wrist, and quietly used the message Su reassured him. The effect is clearly there. Mu Zhan's frowning eyebrows and gloomy face eased somewhat, and he touched the lop-eared rabbit hanging on his wrist in an unusually silent manner.

The touch was so soft that his fingers seemed to sink in, which was very healing. Because of this, the next court meeting was much more peaceful, and no one dared to speak loudly. It didn't take long for the event to be finished and the court retreated. Mu Zhan took the rabbit out of the hall, got on the chariot, and returned to the bedroom. The remaining civil and military ministers left after discussing slowly.

Wei Yingwu was also held by several ministers to talk, but he was melancholy, remembering the rabbit in Mu Zhan's sleeve, trying to ask the saint to see if he could. If so, I want to touch it. It was just a quick glimpse, but that lop-eared bunny is so cute! Wei Yingwu couldn't control it, and began to dream in broad daylight. Tai Chi Temple. Mu Zhanping retreated from the palace, and even Zhao Dequan did not need to wait on him, and stayed outside the door.

He walked to the bedside, fished out the lop-eared rabbit from his sleeve pocket, put it in the palm of his hand, kneaded it twice, put it on the dragon bed, and said, "Did you do it on purpose today?" The Lop-eared Rabbit blinked and tilted his head to kill with a confused look on his face. The snow-white and soft, pink-pointed rabbit ears drooped down. Following his movements, they swayed a bit, directly hooking people, making it ticklish.

Mu Zhan was rude, reached out and rubbed it twice, not pursuing the matter in the hall. He thought that this rabbit was too timid. When he was awake at the time, if he saw any bloody pictures, he would be scared. So, in the end it stopped. "It's time for breakfast, do you want to change back?"

Mu Zhan asked casually. He likes Wen Mingyu's rabbit shape very much, but the cute appearance is second, and the most important thing is that the little one can be held in the palm of his hand, firmly in control, and he can take it wherever he goes, which makes him very satisfied. I asked if I wanted to change back to a human, just because Wen Mingyu likes to eat, it is more convenient to eat in a human form, and Wen Mingyu doesn't always appear, which is easy to make people feel strange.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help swallowing when she heard the meal. I can't blame him. It's been a few hours since I woke up, and of course I'm hungry. So, he got into the bed and quickly changed back into a human form, only to realize... he didn't take his clothes. He hesitated for a moment, and cautiously poked his head out of the quilt, his ears were hot, he grabbed the quilt, and whispered, "Your Majesty, can you help me get some clothes..."

Mu Zhan looked at the small piece of fair skin on his exposed shoulders, his eyes darkened, he didn't say anything, he really turned around and went to get it. It's just the fingers hanging on the side, subconsciously curled up slightly, as if touching something. After a while, Mu Zhan handed him a set of clothes. Wen Mingyu was arching in the quilt, like a rolling puppy, trying very hard to get dressed quickly.

After all, there is delicious food waiting for him outside. When he got his head out of the quilt, he met Mu Zhan's unintelligible gaze at a glance, and that look made him subconsciously want to shrink back and get back into the quilt. But of course it was impossible. It was just an ostrich buried in the sand, so he shook his hands, lifted the quilt, and climbed down to the bed. Mu Zhan grabbed his arm and helped him, and then the two of them went to eat together. . Wen Mingyu was very hungry, but still remembered that Mu Zhan was in a bad mood today. He fell asleep. He didn't see the whole process, but he could guess that a minister said something that shouldn't be said, even if it was to appease him.

After that, the pheromones in Mu Zhan's body were still heavy. If it is described in substance, Mu Zhan is like a large fierce dog in a violent state at this time, licking the wound silently, vigilantly alerting everyone with a cold face, whoever dares to approach, will madly bite. The atmosphere was tense, and Wen Mingyu didn't dare to mess around, for fear of poking at the point he cared about and aggravating the situation, but he couldn't leave it alone and let the wound rot by itself. Terrible result. Based on the experience of getting along with him in the past, Wen Mingyu knew that as long as he didn't step on Mu Zhan's bottom line, Mu Zhan would not be really angry, and his tolerance for him was indeed a bit high.

He wanted to try to coax, but he didn't want Mu Zhan to be unhappy. So, he took a step forward, walked two steps faster, and reached out to grab it, but he was probably a little nervous, he didn't grab it right, and only grabbed Mu Zhan's two fingers. Mu Zhan paused and looked back, looking a little puzzled. ... Wen Mingyu couldn't help feeling embarrassed, feeling that this was a bit like a coquettish child, a little naive.

He used to laugh at Mu Zhantian to please him or something. ! Wen Mingyu was a little panicked about the degradation of her survival skills, and began to regret why she had to change back to a human being. If she looked like a rabbit, she felt that everything she did was like being cute, and it was much easier. He let go of Mu Zhan's finger, Mu Zhan immediately moved his hand and wanted to grab it back, but Wen Mingyu quickly took the initiative to hold Mu Zhan's entire hand, and pulled it slightly, softly calling: "Your Majesty ."

Mu Zhan looked down at the hands that the two held together. Wen Mingyu bent the corners of her mouth, pretending she didn't see it, the effect of pheromone comforting with physical contact would be better. He changed the subject and asked, "What should I eat today? I'm so hungry. I have been in court for so long, and my stomach feels flat.

Does your majesty have to work so hard every time you go to court?" Mu Zhan paused, what came to his mind was the cute picture of the lop-eared rabbit snoring in his sleeve pocket, with his feet up in the sky, just about to snort. He tilted his head to look at Wen Mingyu and said, "You have been sleeping almost all the time." The implication, I am afraid, is that you are sleeping late and not thinking, why are you hungry.

Wen Mingyu heard that he was hurting himself again, and was so angry that he held Mu Zhan's hand hard, trying to pinch him, but he still didn't let go. I don't know if the pheromone has a role, or if Mu Zhan looked at Wen Mingyu who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, it was very funny, and he even raised the corners of his lips, and his mood improved.

The meal has been placed, and the palace servants withdrew. Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan both sat down, and the hands they were holding naturally loosened. Wen Mingyu saw that Mu Zhan was much better, so he started to concentrate on eating. He was really hungry. It had been more than ten hours since the early morning. He couldn't wait to stretch out his chopsticks, trying to grab something delicious, but a hand suddenly snatched his chopsticks. A little confused.

Then, he saw that Mu Zhan had picked up several dishes that he liked, and then put the porcelain bowl and chopsticks in front of him. Although he didn't understand what Mu Zhan was doing all of a sudden, the fragrant dishes were placed in front of him, and his mood improved in a second. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating until he saw orange carrots in the bowl.

Mu Zhan noticed his sudden stop, and he was just as happy as the flowers all over his body, but then it dimmed, and even the hair on the top of his head that was raised with excitement drooped down. Mu Zhan looked, "What's wrong?" Wen Mingyu silently set aside the diced carrots in the bowl, with obvious disgust at the corners of his mouth.

Mu Zhan was a little surprised. Don't rabbits like carrots very much? "Are you really a rabbit?" Mu Zhan looked at him and asked. Suddenly received a species question, Wen Mingyu's bent mouth corners became more obvious. Rabbits eat grass, and the dog emperor has no common sense! Wen Mingyu was afraid that she couldn't help but scold him, thinking that he was in a bad mood today, so he didn't care about him, so he just answered vaguely, and continued to bow his head to eat, isolating the dog emperor from the barrier, and he couldn't hear it. invisible. Mu Zhan sat beside him and watched him eat. His straight eyes did not affect Wen Mingyu, who was concentrating on cooking. It didn't take long for Wen Mingyu to eat a whole bowl of food, leaving only a small pile of diced carrots, which was left in the bowl with disgust.

Wen Mingyu wanted to continue eating, but was stopped by a slender hand when she was about to pick up food. "No picky eaters." Wen Mingyu tilted her head, followed Mu Zhan's line of sight, and fell back into her bowl, frowning unhappily. "I will not eat." Wen Mingyu shook her head decisively, and pushed out the bowl, as if you like it, I don't want to eat it anyway. Mu Zhan stared at him, Wen Mingyu didn't move, and wanted to secretly throw away the diced carrots.