Wen Mingyu returned to Taiji Temple from Guozijian, feeling very relaxed, and subconsciously wanted to tell Mu Zhan what happened today. Mu Zhan is always the first person he has something to share.

He stepped over the threshold and walked in. The first time he looked for Mu Zhan's figure, he shouted, "Your Majesty."

He soon saw that Mu Zhan was sitting casually with something in his hand watching, listening to When he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked at him, with a half-smile but an indescribable expression on his face, which was very subtle.

When Wen Mingyu reached his lips, he couldn't help swallowing it back, and asked in confusion, "What is your majesty looking at?"

... He smiled pervertedly.

Wen Mingyu didn't say anything later.

Mu Zhan raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Want to know? Then come and see."

Wen Mingyu always felt that it was not a good thing after hearing his tone, but she couldn't bear the curiosity like a cat's claws scratching her heart, so she cautiously , rubbed over a little bit, and couldn't help asking, "Can I watch it?"

"Of course." Mu Zhan nodded, looking extraordinarily generous.

As soon as Wen Mingyu heard it, she knew that it was definitely not a secret, so she felt relieved and continued to walk over.

When there were still two steps away, Wen Mingyu's eyes fell on Mu Zhan's hand, and he found that the thing seemed a little too familiar.

He looked at it more, and finally realized what it was, his face changed instantly, the color was more exciting than the palette, his eyes widened, even a little panic, his legs and feet were out of control, and he wanted to run to the ends of the earth.

Mu Zhan shook the stack of papers in his hand and said meaningfully: "The story on this is very interesting, do you want to see it?"

You don't have to think about it, this matter is absolutely unrecognizable, Wen Mingyu hurriedly With a restrained expression, he pretended to be dazed and innocent, "What story?"

Mu Zhan smiled deeper, "The story you wrote."

Wen Mingyu's feet softened, and he immediately shook his head, "Your Majesty misunderstood, although it is my handwriting, but it was just that I was idle and bored, and I found a book at random to copy and practice calligraphy. It was not written by me. "

Really?" Mu Zhan looked down at the stack of papers, put his fingers on it, and said slowly, "The characters in this are obviously written on the basis of you and Gu, if it's not you, then someone has to hide them." Look under our bed, and listen."

If he wasn't too nervous, Wen Mingyu might have laughed out loud because of the last sentence.

At the moment when he lost his mind, Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, dragged the man over, pinched his chin, and said slowly: "It seems that you have a problem with Gu. The guard inside was beaten 56 times with a sack and fell 47 times. It collapsed 3 times."

Wen Mingyu panicked even more now. Even these times are so clear, he doesn't know what he wrote, Mu Zhan must have read it all, and he is angry!

Between continuing to quibble and confessing and being lenient, Wen Mingyu hesitated for a while, and decisively chose the latter. After all, Mu Zhan has already decided that he wrote it, and a good attitude of admitting his mistakes might be able to try to get away with it.

So, Wen Mingyu nodded and said, "Yes, I wrote this, and the guard inside is me." Mu Zhan stretched his

voice, "Oh?"

Written as a bodyguard, none of the characters can reflect your courage and style."

"Will some people deliberately write themselves unlucky?"

"Of course there is, the heaven will send a great responsibility to the people, and they must first work hard and work hard. Its muscles and bones. I wrote this to train this character, and also told myself that there is no free lunch in the world, no matter what you want, you must first put in your best efforts." Wen Mingyu said nonsense in a serious manner.

"It makes sense."

Wen Mingyu seemed to see a little hope.

"But Gu still thinks that the young master inside is you and the guard is Gu."

"Your Majesty, it's really not..."

Mu Zhan's slender fingers slowly slid over his cheeks, stopped on his lips, pressed them lightly, and said in a low voice: "Gu can not cure your sins, as long as you do one thing."

Wen Ming Yu asked in a low voice, "...what's the matter?"

"It's very simple for you." Mu Zhan picked up the stack of paper and motioned to him, "Play the above plot again."

Wen Mingyu was stunned. After a moment, he reacted, "I'm playing the bodyguard?"

Sure enough, I still want to mess with him.

However, Mu Zhan shook his head, "I play the guard, you play the young master."

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded: "...?" Is the

dog emperor M?

Wen Mingyu thought he was crazy, but Mu Zhan didn't mean to joke, and said, "Start now."

After speaking, he stood up, pressed Wen Mingyu on the chair, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully, "Young master Do you want to eat?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned, feeling that she was in a dream as unreal, and after a while, she replied dully.

Mu Zhan really went out and let the palace people pass the meal.

Meals are placed one by one, exuding a tempting aroma.

But Wen Mingyu was the only one sitting at the table, and Mu Zhan stood on one side, as if he was a loyal bodyguard.

Wen Mingyu turned to look at him and whispered, "Your Majesty, sit down and eat first."

Mu Zhan said, "Young master, I'm just your bodyguard, this is not in line with the rules."

Zhao Dequan, who was about to withdraw, faintly heard Their conversation, the hand that closed the door paused, and then closed it faster, as if he was living in hell... This old man is getting less and less aware of the new things of today's young people.

Wen Mingyu's head froze when he heard it, but no matter what he said, Mu Zhan played the bodyguard very professionally. Wen Mingyu can only eat by himself, but he can't ignore the people behind him, and he is worried that the food is not delicious.

Mu Zhan is torturing him in another way, right?

When he finally finished eating, Mu Zhan took over his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

Wen Mingyu was stunned, especially when he saw that he put chopsticks in his mouth, which were chopsticks he had bitten... His ears were a little uncontrollable and had a fever.

Wen Mingyu watched him finish eating with a complicated mood, thinking that it was finally over, but he didn't expect that when he was about to take a bath, Mu Zhan also followed.

He suddenly had a bad premonition, "What are you doing here?"

"Serve the young master to take a bath."

Wen Mingyu frowned: "I don't need it! You go out!"

Mu Zhan looked at him, unmoved, "Young master doesn't Get used to being served by others."

The script didn't write this at all, even if you want to serve, it should be a maid and a maid, how could it be a bodyguard and change the script!

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but say, "I'm not used to being served by anyone. I want to wash by myself."

"But it's always been me. Master, please don't be self-willed, you can't wash alone."

Mu Zhan Speaking slowly, he took two steps forward, grabbed Wen Mingyu's belt, and untied it easily. At the same time, he also held Wen Mingyu's wrist, drilled in through the cuff, and stroked the delicate skin of his arm with his fingertips, lifting it up. A burst of itching made Wen Mingyu tremble slightly.

The distance between the two was extremely close, and Wen Mingyu was almost shrouded in the shadow of Mu Zhan. How could that strong posture look like a guard. The spirits pheromone seemed to engulf him.

As soon as Wen Mingyu raised her head, she met those dark and deep eyes, unable to step back.

...

In the end, Wen Mingyu was forced to wait for the guard in front of her to change her clothes, and was helped into the bath. At this time, the skin of his whole body was almost pale pink.

But Mu Zhan pretended to be soothing and said, "Don't worry, young master, I won't offend you."

Wen Mingyu's body sank, half of her red face was hidden in the water, and bubbles gurgled out of the water.

He finds the look offensive, okay? It's so diligent to close your eyes!

As if he could hear what he was saying, Mu Zhan whispered, "If I close my eyes, I won't be able to wipe my back for the young master."

Wen Mingyu: "...!!!"

Do you want to wipe your back? !

Mu Zhan actually took a soft cloth and wiped his back very carefully. After getting up from the bath, Mu Zhan also made him lie on the beautiful couch beside the bath and massaged his back.

Wen Mingyu is like a shrimp in a steamer, her body is red.

After finally taking a bath, she should have enjoyed the bath very much, but Wen Mingyu seemed to have done some extremely tiring exercise, and walked back to the hall softly, and finally was even carried to the bed by Mu Zhan.

Wen Mingyu's black hair was scattered on the pillow, lining the slightly exposed skin of the clothes, like a cream, very attractive. Mu Zhan half knelt by the bed, picked up a strand of hair, and helped him to his side.

Wen Mingyu glared at him, "You are a bodyguard, according to the rules, it is impossible to sleep with the young master in the same bed, right?"

Mu Zhan smiled and said solemnly: "I am a personal guard, of course, I must ensure the personal safety of the young master. , Even at night, I have to prevent thieves from coming in. So, I will sleep on the outside of the bed, young master don't have to worry."

Wen Mingyu's voice was weak, "...Go away."

Mu Zhan smiled: "Master, this is the point. Forgive me."

After saying that, he also lay down, and skillfully put the man into his arms, and lowered his head to smell the sweet fruity smell emanating from the back of his neck.

So presumptuous, how can he look like a guard.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and saw a faint red mark under his collar at a glance, which was left from the massage. Wen Mingyu's skin is very crisp, it can almost be said to be tender and tender, but with a little force, it will leave a red mark, which is very eye-catching.

Mu Zhan squeezed his wrist lightly, and there were also shallow traces on it, like a special bracelet, which was marked by someone falling on it.

"What a squeamish young master."

Mu Zhan pursed his lips and said with a low smile.

Wen Mingyu was so sleepy that he closed his eyes, half asleep, and his consciousness was blurred, but he seemed to hear someone talking bad about him.

Mu Zhan's fingers were firmly inserted into his fingers, fingers intertwined, and then he lowered his head and kissed his palm, his movements were very light, as if he was really a humble bodyguard, secretly in love with his master, it was difficult for him Self-restrained, only dare to hold the master's hand secretly at night when no one is there, and drop a light kiss carefully and reverently, wanting to get it, but knowing that it is not worthy.

But obviously, Mu Zhan's acting is not professional at all. There are guards who can climb on the master's bed, hug him boldly, and dare to do all kinds of small gestures.

the next day.

When Wen Mingyu woke up, everything returned to normal. When he came out last night, it seemed like it was just his dream. But when he saw the familiar papers on Mu Zhan's table, he knew it wasn't.

Moreover, Mu Zhan acts with him from time to time, and his desire to act is really strong. In fact, if Mu Zhan wanted to act according to the script, be a hapless guard, obey his orders, and even wear women's clothes, he would be happy to cooperate with the performance.

After playing for a while, Wen Mingyu has gotten used to it. The young master's temperament has gone from in-play to out-of-play. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he is still in a daze, and he reaches out and asks Mu Zhan to change his clothes.

The palace servants on the side were so frightened that they buried their heads deeply and kept silent.

But they looked at the floor and listened to the movement, and found that the Holy Master actually stepped forward to change Young Master Wen's clothes. They were shocked in their hearts, and Young Master Wen's popularity reached a new height.

A few times, when Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were acting, Zhao Dequan had something to report, and Mu Zhan didn't shy away from letting them in. So, Zhao Dequan saw the sage pouring tea and water, pinching his shoulders and beating his back, and the shock on his face could not be concealed.

Wen Mingyu wanted to laugh as long as she remembered it. It's really hard for him to be an old man. It's not easy to be by your side and be often frightened.

Day by day, the weather is getting colder and colder.

Wen Mingyu woke up one day and saw that everything outside the window had turned white. The trees and the ground were covered with a thick layer of snow, wrapped in silver, pure white and clean. The whole world has become extraordinarily quiet, as if there is only one person left, which is relaxing.

Wen Mingyu used to live in the south and hadn't seen snow before. She was so excited that she opened her eyes for a while, then turned around and ran to Mu Zhan's side, she couldn't help patting his arm, "Quickly. Look! It's snowing!"

Mu Zhan saw it since he was a child, so he didn't think there was anything good in snow, but Wen Mingyu's attitude was more interesting, and his face flushed with excitement.

He said casually: "Young master can see snow every year, and he is so happy. It seems that he really likes it."

Wen Mingyu just remembered that he was a concubine of Houfu who grew up here, and he saw a lot of snow. Well, there shouldn't be a fuss. However, it would be even more strange to suddenly change his attitude now, so Wen Mingyu snorted, "I really like snow, is there a problem?"

Mu Zhan shook his head, "Of course not, it's right for the young master to like anything."

Wen Mingyu was satisfied . Suddenly, I felt that it was no big deal if my words were discovered, and I could still be addicted to a young master and command the emperor, who can? who?

Wen Mingyu swelled. And the pictures of a certain guard who offended him were all ignored by him.

After washing and changing clothes, Wen Mingyu couldn't wait to go out to play in the snow. Just before going out, he was pulled by Mu Zhan. Mu Zhan took a fox fur cloak from the palace servant and put it on Wen Mingyu naturally. A white and fluffy fur collar was around his neck, covering his chin, making his face smaller.

The fur collar touched his face, bringing a soft and smooth touch, itchy, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but raised his hand and rua, it felt so good. Mu Zhan also touched his head.

Put on a warm cloak, so you don't have to worry about the cold. Wen Mingyu ran out recklessly, stepped on the snow, one foot after another, and made a creaking sound. He couldn't help but stepped back and forth a few more times. Then, he squatted down to touch the snow and held up a ball, his fingertips were cold. , his eyes lit up, full of fresh curiosity.

The air that came out of his breath was a hazy white mist.

After staying outside for a while, the tip of her nose turned red from the cold, and her eyelashes were covered with tiny frost, which was really cute.

Mu Zhan was standing under the eaves, not interested in snow, just looking at the man in the snow.

Wen Mingyu squeezed two balls, one large and one small, out of snow, piled them together, and drew an OvO expression on the snowball above to make a little snowman.

As soon as he was done, he looked back, looked for Mu Zhan's figure, and saw it at a glance.

The eaves hung with dripping icicles, pointed and crystal clear in the sun. A tall and slender figure, wearing a black cloak, his expression is noble and indifferent, but when he met Wen Mingyu's eyes, his eyes became softer.

Palace, snow, beauty, the three together can be said to be a perfect match, forming a beautiful picture.

Wen Mingyu was stunned, and after a while, she recovered. She shrank her neck a little embarrassedly, hid half of her face, pointed to the snowman on the ground, and let Mu Zhan see it.

Today happened to be a rest day. One of them didn't have to go to class and the other didn't have to work, so they could just stroll around leisurely and enjoy the snow scene in the palace.

The magnificent palace complex and pure white snow always collide with an indescribable shocking beauty.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan walked side by side, looking at the familiar scenery, showing a different surprise than usual.

A cold winter wind blows.

Wen Mingyu didn't think about anything, and subconsciously grabbed Mu Zhan's sleeve and hid behind him, letting him protect himself from the wind in front.

The palace servants who followed behind saw this scene and couldn't help but stop, feeling a little uneasy.

After Wen Mingyu did this action, she was stunned, how could she take it for granted.

Mu Zhan was pulled and stopped, but instead of pulling the person out from behind, he smiled and said, "So afraid of the cold, how dare you say you want to come out?"

Wen Mingyu pretended that nothing happened, and walked away from behind him again Come out, the cold wind just now has passed.

When they walked to the imperial garden, it was also snow-white, and the branches and leaves of the trees were covered with a thick layer of snow. Wen Mingyu stretched out his hand and flicked it, watching the snowball rustling down, making a slight sound.

Later, it really felt cold, and Wen Mingyu couldn't stand it anymore, so she stopped shopping.

On the way back, Wen Mingyu was restless walking, so he deliberately picked some thick snow piles to step on. Hearing the creaking sound, he felt amused. Then he lost his footing for a while, his feet slipped, his body fell backward, and he sat on the snow with his buttocks. All feel cool.

Wen Mingyu was dressed too much, sitting on the ground like a ball, it was not easy to get up for a while, so she could only flop around like a penguin in situ.

Mu Zhan walked over, put his hands under his armpits, picked him up easily, and held his waist to support him, and patted the snow particles on the cloak, especially his buttocks. One slice at most.

Wen Mingyu thought he would be laughed at, so he was ready to refute, but when Mu Zhan came to him, he was taking care of him very gently, giving him a natural, family-like feeling.

Suddenly very happy.

There are many butterflies flying in the stomach.

He couldn't help reaching out and hugged Mu Zhan tightly, burying his face in his arms and rubbing it, like a child acting like a spoiled child.

Mu Zhan froze for a while.

Wen Mingyu raised her head, looked at him with a splendid smile, and deliberately said: "Your Majesty was like that just now, it seems like my father."