Because of Wen Mingyu's recent strange situation, Mu Zhan is always restless in his heart, and has an indescribable irritability and irritability, as if there is fire burning in his body, burning every inch, unable to calm down.

Mu Zhan's lips were tight, and he couldn't help staring at Wen Mingyu, his eyes seemed to have a scorching temperature.

Wen Mingyu felt that his gaze was like substance and could not be ignored at all.

As soon as he came out of the bath, he walked into the hall, and the moment he met his gaze, Wen Mingyu paused, and subconsciously wanted to step back, inexplicably aware of a trace of danger.

He even raised his hand to close the placket of his shirt, the fabric rubbed against his skin and froze instantly.

......what happened?

Wen Mingyu glanced down at her chest, her expression was subtle, she was not so sensitive before, it was just a light touch of the fabric, and it was still a very soft and comfortable expensive material.

It's hard to tell.

Wen Mingyu quickly restrained her expression and pretended to be nothing, but her walking movements were obviously stiff and uncomfortable. He is nervous.

Mu Zhan also found out.

When Wen Mingyu tried to walk away from him, Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and pulled him directly, let him sit on his lap, and said with a smile, "Gu, wipe your hair for you."

Wen Mingyu's butt was pressed against her warm and firm thigh, In an instant, it became more rigid, not to mention the spirits pheromone that was surging from the surroundings and tightly wrapped around him. It was very strong and domineering, but it was irresistible.

Just like Mu Zhan likes his pheromones, he has no resistance to the mellow aroma of wine. Mu Zhan tightly hugged his waist to prevent him from getting up, but in fact, his legs were weak and he had no strength.

Wen Mingyu could only blushed, be obedient, and let Mu Zhan dry his black hair.

Because of the heat from the fumigation of the earth dragon, the hair dries faster than usual. It didn't take too long, Wen Mingyu's long hair was almost dry, and it was draped over his shoulders obediently.

But Mu Zhan didn't let go of him immediately, instead his fingertips brushed his hair, watching a strand of long hair slide smoothly between his fingers, then kept the end of his hair, wrapped it around his fingers, and played casually.

Wen Mingyu turned her head to ask if it was okay, but Mu Zhan lightly tugged at his hair and said, "Did anyone bully you in the Imperial Prison?"

Wen Mingyu paused and immediately forgot what she wanted to ask. The topic was moved.

He had always wanted this scene of coming home from school and talking to his family about what was going on at school.

Wen Mingyu's eyes were curved, and the corners of her mouth showed small dimples. She smiled sweetly, obviously really happy, and told Mu Zhan about interesting things that happened in the school.

Speaking of the classmates are all very smart, he thought of many things that he did not expect, some very young, maybe they will be the champion in the examination, the only girl is very knowledgeable, it is very wise for His Majesty to let women also participate in the imperial examinations, etc.

Speaking of the latter, Wen Mingyu became more and more excited, her face turned red, and the red glow generally spread to her ears and neck, "They have all read the book of words I wrote, and they still like it very much. The ending book will come out in two days, maybe they may I want to beat..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused, reacted to what he said, and immediately showed annoyance, wanting to go back in time and repeat it again. Although Mu Zhan knew about his writing, he didn't take the initiative to chat with him. The last time Mu Zhan read the explicit plot, he wanted to find a hole to get in. Didn't he dig a hole and bury himself now?

He thought that Mu Zhan didn't read it, and in case he got interested and asked what he had written, he really didn't want to explain the plot. It was nothing when he wrote it, but he was very ashamed to say it out of his mouth. When listening to those classmates talking about the plot today, he kept digging his toes on the ground.

But he didn't expect that Mu Zhan said, "I'm also waiting for the ending."

Wen Mingyu turned to look in surprise, "Your Majesty also watched?"

Mu Zhan nodded.

"But I wrote the ending many days ago, why..." Why don't you ask me for it?

Wen Mingyu wanted to ask this subconsciously.

Mu Zhan said, "You didn't give it to me."

He stared at Wen Mingyu darkly.

"You showed it to Wen Changlan."

There was a bit of resentment at those words.

Wen Mingyu felt numb, and couldn't help but say, "I'll go get it to Your Majesty now?"

Mu Zhan shook his head, "I'll see you tomorrow, it's late, it's time to go to bed."

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, he I don't want Mu Zhan to look at him in front of him, and the shame is beyond the table.

When he was about to get up, Mu Zhan suddenly put his chin on his shoulder and said, "Well written."

Wen Mingyu paused. Are you talking about his book? Complimenting him?

The next second, Mu Zhan further affirmed.

"There are some reform systems that can be tried to implement."

Wen Mingyu was startled and almost jumped up.

"Really?!"

Although it is a storybook, the author will input his own thoughts unconsciously, not to mention that this book mainly focuses on the struggle of the court. The classes he took with the doctor and the things he learned with Mu Zhan were not decorations.

Mu Zhan nodded, and the hot and humid breath brushed against his ears, causing an unbearable itch. But Wen Mingyu was not in the mood to pay attention to this at this time, and only thought that what he wrote could become true, help in reality, and make people's lives better, and couldn't help but be excited.

So even if it's time to go to bed now, he's still in good spirits, he can't fall asleep, and he's restless even when he's lying on the bed.

Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and ruated it skillfully, making Wen Mingyu tremble and soften.

"If you don't sleep, you won't be able to get up and go to the Imperial College tomorrow."

Wen Mingyu also knew, but she just couldn't control it. He raised his head, his eyes were wet, like a coquettish kitten.

Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and pressed him into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest, "If you can't get up, I'll take you to the court."

Wen Mingyu was obedient and didn't move anymore. The whole person was surrounded by the familiar smell of spirits, dizzy and very hypnotic, and it didn't take long before he fell asleep with an unparalleled sense of security.

Mu Zhan felt it. After being silent for a few seconds, he couldn't help pinching the back of Wen Mingyu's neck angrily. He doesn't know what glands are, but after several close contacts, he also knows that this is very special to Wen Mingyu. As soon as it was touched, Wen Mingyu curled up to avoid, making a low whimper, as if begging for mercy.

Mu Zhan pinched it twice again, feeling Wen Mingyu trembling, and stopped, rubbing his back and smoothing his hair to comfort him.

He looked at the person in his arms and remembered the report from the palace servant. The junior of the Ye family took Wen Mingyu's shoulder and used the same desk to sit very close.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhan felt unhappy.

But just when I heard Mingyu talk about things in the school, he smiled brightly, obviously having a good time, and he didn't want to destroy it.

...I don't care for the time being, if he dares to act out of line, he will throw Ye Xu out.

For the next two days, Wen Mingyu went to the Guozijian to attend classes as usual.

No matter how hesitant he was, the ending of the story book still came out. Ye Xu really did as he said, and asked the little servant to line up early in the morning to buy it first and send it to the Imperial College.

There are many people like him. Therefore, during the break, many people gathered together in piles, squeezing their probes to read the book.

Although it can be watched later, it is uncomfortable to watch it in a crowd, but everyone wants to see the plot behind it quickly, and they don't want to wait at all. Waiting every minute and every second is torment.

Only Chu Shuli and Wei Chen sat in front of the desk. The former is because of the difference between men and women, and it is inconvenient to watch it together, while the latter pays great attention to the sense of reading ritual and does not want to read it under such circumstances. Rare delicacy.

He didn't want to be spoiled and affect his reading experience, so he tightly covered his ears. But even so, the voice would still be faintly heard, making him unable to concentrate on reading, and he couldn't control his attention, so he ran to listen to the movements of those who read the notebook.

From time to time, they would say, cool, awesome, he couldn't help but wonder what new draft reform the protagonist proposed? Could it be the one he guessed before?

After a while, a shocked voice came from next door, "Impossible, how could this happen?! I don't believe it!"

Immediately followed, all kinds of unbelievable wailing.

Wei Chen couldn't help turning his head to look, and inadvertently caught sight of Wen Mingyu, seeing the complicated and painful expression on his face.

Wei Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot to cover his ears with his hands and put them down.

At this moment, a roar of grief ran through his brain - "Tang Yiyuan actually died?! I don't accept it!"

Wei Chen was caught off guard and was spoiled, and it was the ending that he cared most about the protagonist. The voices of the classmates came one after another, and the general plot was spelled out intermittently. Tang Yiyuan died of overwork before he saw the success of the reform.

Wei Chen's eyes turned red, and tears came out immediately, and he couldn't help crying.

"What kind of rubbish ending is this! I don't believe it! Tang Yiyuan is the best, he can't die, I want to write a letter to scold Yumu, he is not human! I want to spend money to let him rewrite it, I want

a happy ending..." He cried. Suddenly, I thought of something, and collapsed even more in an instant, "But my parents have no money..."

With Wei Chen's opening, the others immediately seemed to be infected, and their eyes were red. The deputy looks like he is about to cry.

At this time, everyone has a common enemy, the author Yumu, who passionately scolds him for not being human.

Wen Mingyu was sitting in the seat, weak and pitiful and helpless, hugging herself shivering amid the scolding.

he thought to himself.

Who is Tamaki? I don't know at all.

It was Yumu who wrote the BE ending and abused people, what does it have to do with me, Wen Mingyu.

They scolded Tamaki, not me.

After a few words in a row, Wen Mingyu reluctantly persuaded herself, shaking less violently, and slowly calmed down.

It's not so eerie, and the look of wanting to bring a knife to the door may be a bit credible.

Should he avoid the limelight during this time, so as not to lose his horse and be beaten into a pig's head?

Of course, just think about it, isn't it even weirder to ask for a period of leave for no reason not long after school started?

The bell rang, it was time for the next class, but it was too late for the doctor, but the assistant professor Yiguozi came and said that the doctor was in a hurry and could not finish this class. Because it happens to be the last class, students can choose to stay for self-study, or leave early.

The classroom was quiet, and the students looked down at their books.

Ye Xu suddenly said, "I'm still in the mood to study after watching the ending, do you want to go to Yingxianlou for a drink?"

After watching the BE ending, I was feeling depressed, and drinking is the most suitable.

So, many people responded.

In normal times, they are definitely not so bold, but today is different, it is not an exaggeration to go home if you are not drunk.

Wen Mingyu was also dragged away by the enthusiastic Ye Xu.

A group of teenagers skipped class and went out, but when they were about to leave the Guozijian, they saw the wine offerings chatting with people at the door.

Although it is possible to leave early, but who wants to be bumped into by the principal. They turned around immediately and changed directions, and Ye Xu took them over the wall and went out. It feels more like skipping class now.

A guilty conscience is a guilty conscience, but looking at the classmates beside him, he somehow smiled.

They got into the carriage and went to the restaurant.

On the way, passing by the bookstore, a bearded man with a face full of anger, he was so angry that he beat the gong and cursed: "Yumu, you have no heart! Even if you let Tang Shangshu die, he should live a hundred years, Yumu, you are not a human being. ..."

Cursing and cursing, the bearded man actually burst into tears. At first glance, he is a loyal fan of Huaben, but after watching this ending, I don't know if the fan will turn to black.

Wen Mingyu shivered when she saw this scene, and quickly lowered the curtain. Suddenly I felt that this world was very dangerous. The big guy on the street didn't need to use a knife, he could kill this crispy skin with one punch.

The classmate sitting next to him nodded in agreement, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Yumu is not human!"

Wen Mingyu silently shrank into a ball, clinging to the car wall, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

When I got to the restaurant, I ordered a table of dishes, and everyone gathered around eating and drinking and scolding Yumu. Even Wei Chen was there, and he was so angry that he took a sip of wine, but it was too spicy, so he coughed and his face turned red, so he continued to scold him with tea. Shao Yanmian has few cold words, and after drinking a few more glasses, he also integrated into the army of criticizing the author, with both love and hate in capital letters.

After Wen Mingyu listened to it a lot, she actually became calm and numb, as if it wasn't her who was being scolded, and she was in the mood to taste the dishes.

Yingxian Lou is worthy of being the number one restaurant in the capital, and its signature dishes are absolutely delicious. Wen Mingyu tried a few in a row, and they were all good.

Ye Xu found out that Wen Mingyu didn't drink, and was a little surprised, "Why don't you drink?"

Wen Mingyu shook his head, "I got drunk as soon as I drank it, and the amount of alcohol is too bad."

Ye Xu: "What are you afraid of, a servant will send it back."

Wen Mingyu still didn't drink, Ye Xu didn't force it, turned around and continued chatting, the atmosphere was very lively. Wen Mingyu also chatted together, but more often they were eating. He was already hungry by the time between classes, and now that there are so many delicious food in front of him, it's no wonder he can't hold back.

So, when they looked up in the middle of their conversation, they found that many of the dishes were empty. A group of teenagers who were half-drunk and half-awake thought their eyes were broken. Seeing their shocked expressions, Wen Mingyu immediately reacted and cursed: "Yumu is too much!"

The classmates were immediately distracted, and they scolded Yumu again.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he was not found to be a big eater. Seeing that the dinner party was coming to an end, Wen Mingyu quietly went to pay the bill, and then watched the servant lead their respective masters away before he got into the carriage and returned to the palace.

These drunken teenagers probably never thought that this meal was served by Yumu, whom they both loved and hated.

Wen Mingyu returned to the Taiji Temple.

At this time, Mu Zhan had not come back. Wen Mingyu would promise them to go out to eat together, because he felt that drinking alcohol to relieve anxiety had something to do with him. He thought that he would not eat much, and would have lunch with Mu Zhan when he came back, but he didn't expect that Yingxianlou's dishes were like small dishes. The goblin was so enticing, he couldn't hold back.

After he finished eating, he was still thinking about what to do when he went back and couldn't eat, but it turned out that he was overthinking. After returning in the carriage, he took another walk in the palace. After resting for a while, he felt that he was fine again and could have another bowl.

Wen Mingyu sat on the chair, in a good mood, shook her legs, and then ran to the back of the cabinet as if she suddenly remembered something. That's where he used grass to hide.

But at a glance, it was gone, and it was cleaned up.

Not a single grass is gone.

Wen Mingyu's mouth was bent downwards, pursed slightly, and the ease just now was swept away, and she became inexplicably irritable.

The bunny ears on top of his head popped out again, as did the fluffy tail ball below his waist, but it was blocked from view by his clothes, but it was pushed up a little and moved.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the hall, and no one saw this scene.

Wen Mingyu became more and more annoyed, and she couldn't help but grabbed the rabbit's ear hanging on her face and pulled a little hair down, as if she didn't know it hurt.

And, it didn't stop.

Grab it, and then again.

Every time, he only held a very small pinch with his fingertips, but there were not many, but he couldn't help but keep pulling, and after a while, there was a little pink tender meat under the hair, which looked pitiful.

Wen Mingyu walked around the room uneasily, unhappy because her nest was gone, irritable and angry.

He ran to the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes and went to bed, hid, groaning unpleasantly, a small voice, but it was suffocating.

He began to pull the fur from his rabbit ears again, and strands fell on the soft mattress. This can only let him vent a little, ease a little, but it has little effect.

No, he's going to make a new nest.

The grass would be thrown away and he would do something else, make a big one.

Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu immediately got up, ran to the closet, opened the door, and there were his clothes and Mu Zhan's. Because Mu Zhan likes the smell of pheromones on his body, and the clothes are put together, they will also be stained, as if incense.

Wen Mingyu glanced at it, then decisively reached out and took Mu Zhan's clothes and threw them on the bed.

Of course, two pieces are not enough, so he ran back and forth several times, constantly taking out the clothes and putting them on the bed, like a little squirrel hoarding food.

He kept busy, piling his clothes together and arranging them into a nest.