"...What did you say?"

Mu Zhan was stunned, his face unable to hide his surprise.

It's not that he didn't hear clearly, or that he deliberately teased Wen Mingyu, but he was really surprised. Because Wen Mingyu said before that he didn't want to be so fast and wanted to wait, there was an insistence he couldn't understand, and he felt that he must fall in love before getting married.

And the people here are all the words of their parents' matchmakers, and they get married directly, and there is no step in falling in love. The meeting before marriage was only a brief meeting at the banquet event. After a few words, the seats for men and women were separated, and it was impossible for the two to get along alone before marriage.

Therefore, Mu Zhan didn't know what to do when he fell in love. And if the relationship between the two people before marriage is to fall in love, then he feels that they have been talking for a long time and just want to get married soon.

Wen Mingyu licked her lips nervously, and said again, "I want to marry you."

He knew that Mu Zhan didn't hear it, but he was willing to say it again and tell Mu Zhan clearly.

After speaking, he was in a particularly good mood and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Before he thought about it, he didn't want Mu Zhan to miss the experience of falling in love, and he wanted to have everything that others had. But it didn't take into account the urgency in their hearts. Since they both want to get married so much, why bother? The big deal is to continue to fall in love after marriage, and slowly adjust the state.

Moreover, every time Mu Zhan asked, his heart trembled, and he became less and less firm when he refused.

So, there is the word now.

He also wanted to, so he said so. When he wrote that poem down, he had already decided that he didn't have to look too far ahead, just do whatever he wanted.

If Mu Zhan suppressed himself to wait because he said to wait, it would be counterproductive.

After Mu Zhan heard Wen Mingyu say it again, he heard the same thoughts as him, the surprise faded, and his expression returned to calm, but the smile in his eyes was very strong, and his joy was almost overflowing.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Wen Mingyu's waist. In this way, it became Wen Mingyu sitting on the desk, and Mu Zhan stood in front of him, between his legs, as if he was shackled here.

The two were very close, Wen Mingyu raised her head, Mu Zhan lowered her head, and they could kiss again with a little movement.

"Are you sure?"

Mu Zhan held his face with both hands and rubbed it lightly, almost touching his forehead, Jiyin was low and gentle.

Wen Mingyu nodded and said without hesitation, "Well."

" No regrets?"

"No regrets."

Mu Zhan immediately ordered to have the edict taken down and announced to the world. Just do it, don't waste any time.

It's just that when Mu Zhan called someone in, Wen Mingyu was still sitting on the desk, so shocked that he immediately wanted to jump off. How could he be seen like this? But Mu Zhan stood right in front of him, completely blocking his way.

Wen Mingyu said anxiously: "I want to go down."

Mu Zhan issued the edict with all his heart, as if he was afraid that Wen Mingyu would go back and forget that they were so close now and still hugging each other. Moreover, the palace servant did not dare to look up without his permission, and would not see anything. "Zhao Dequan has come in."

Mu Zhan passed over him and looked at the door of the hall.

When Wen Mingyu heard this, she hurriedly lowered her head, clutched Mu Zhan's shirt tightly, and buried her face in hiding. Typical ostrich behavior, it seems that if his face is not seen, others can't see him and don't know it's him.

But who can be in this temple, besides the Holy One? Who else would be so intimately embraced by the Holy One? Zhao Dequan entered the hall, lowered his head and eyes, and prepared to salute respectfully, but immediately heard a cold auspicious sound from the sage, "No salute, you are not allowed to look up, take the edict and retire."

Zhao Dequan was a little dazed, but this was the imperial decree, so he naturally obeyed the instructions, stepped forward and took the edict carefully, and was about to retire. Just out of the corner of his eye, when he saw the dragon robe, he also found a familiar corner of the clothes next to him. The moon-white boots were hanging in the air. Based on these two points, he could guess that Mr. Wen was sitting at the table. on the case.

This is an imperial case, using precious and high-quality wood and jade, engraved with dragon patterns and auspicious clouds, who would dare to sit on it.

But Young Master Wen sat uprightly, with the Sage still in front of him, completely condoning and allowing him, without minding. What's more, it is very likely that the holy man carried the person up.

Zhao Dequan didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear of disturbing the sage and making him unhappy, he took the edict and hurriedly withdrew.

Wen Mingyu heard that the footsteps were far away, and it was obvious that she had already left the gate of the palace. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head. Her face was beautifully red because of her nervousness and stuffiness, against the slightly swollen lips just kissed. It is a well-painted rouge, which is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Mu Zhan just stared straight at him.

Wen Mingyu felt that it was awkward to sit like this, and the table was hard and uncomfortable. He pushed Mu Zhan, "I want to go down."

Mu Zhan didn't move away, but picked up Wen Mingyu, like holding a child, and put his hand on his thigh, as if he was eager to hug Following his feeling, he deliberately slowed down and stopped in mid-air for a while before putting the person on the ground.

Wen Mingyu finally stepped on the ground with her legs and asked a question she wanted to ask, "When will the wedding be?"

Mu Zhan laughed immediately after hearing this. Because Wen Mingyu can ask, it means that he is very concerned and wants to be earlier.

"There are a lot of tedious preparations, it will take nearly half a year."

"Half a year?!"

Wen Mingyu was shocked, she didn't expect it to take so long. Suddenly I am very glad that I have said it now, and it is more than enough to fall in love in half a year.

"I think it's been too long?" Mu Zhan smiled, obviously in a good mood. He likes to see that Wen Mingyu can't wait and wants to be with him.

Wen Mingyu's ears turned red, but she nodded honestly. Because it's been a long time.

Mu Zhan said, "I can order the preparations to be quicker, but not too short, so that we can have a grand wedding."

Wen Mingyu understood Mu Zhan's thoughts, so she nodded and asked again, "Then I What are you going to do?"

Mu Zhan said with a smile: "You don't have to do anything, just continue as you were before."

Generally speaking, two people who are married will have a lot of trivial things to deal with, and they will be very busy and irritable. But Mu Zhan is the emperor, so important things like the grand ceremony of the posthumous ceremony are naturally in charge of the Ministry of Rites, which is equivalent to a professional wedding team, so of course they don't have to worry about it.

"Like before?" Wen Mingyu thought for a while and asked, "Do I still go to the Imperial College to study?"

When he wanted to get married before, of course Wen Mingyu also considered what he needs to do to become an empress, and his future. There will be some changes, but these are things that can be resolved, and they have not become the reason for him to refuse marriage.

Just like the matter of going to the Imperial College, it stands to reason that since he has become the queen, he naturally has to stay in the harem and cannot move around at will. But he didn't think Mu Zhan would ask him to abide by those dead rules. Mu Zhan himself was a wanton person and could not be bound by those rules. And he felt that if he told Mu Zhan that he would continue to study or do something, Mu Zhan would agree.

Sure enough, Mu Zhan nodded, "Go if you want."

Wen Mingyu: "Am I going to do those things that the queen is responsible for?"

Management of the harem or something? In his impression, the queen has a lot of requirements and rules, and there are a lot of things that need to be done. He was also thinking about how to arrange time and learn to deal with affairs outside of class.

But Mu Zhan said: "There is no one else in the harem except you. You can leave the things you need to do to others. If you want to do it, you can."

After listening to Wen Mingyu, she nodded with a smile, "Okay."

After chatting This, Mu Zhan turned his head and picked up the poem Wen Mingyu wrote to him and looked at it again, and asked someone to frame it and store it carefully.

Wen Mingyu was embarrassed to see how much he valued the gift he gave, but she was also very happy, "Do you like it that much?"

Mu Zhan nodded, "Yeah."

Wen Mingyu was overjoyed when she heard it.

In fact, when he self-analysed his feelings for Mu Zhan, he found that he really liked Mu Zhan, not more than a month ago, but earlier and earlier. He would choose not to leave during the autumn hunting, which has already explained everything. .

If you don't have deep feelings, how can you take the initiative to stay. It's just that his feeling at that time was still very vague, he didn't realize it, and he still thought stupidly why he was not a relative, if only Mu Zhan was his father. Thinking about it now makes me want to laugh. If it was really a father, he would have nowhere to cry.

Wen Mingyu decided to get married, and after she told Mu Zhan about it, the whole person relaxed a lot, and even the rabbit ears popped out after a long absence, hanging softly on the cheeks, moving slightly, expressing With the good mood of the owner.

Mu Zhan also hadn't touched a rabbit's ears for a long time, and he reached out to rua, and he was obviously very skilled in smoothing the hair. Wen Mingyu subconsciously rubbed against his palm, tilted her head, half-squinted her eyes, and liked it very much.

After a while, Wen Mingyu raised her head slightly and avoided him. Mu Zhan's hand swept through the soft hair on top of his head, messing up his hair and frying some hairs, making it look extra fluffy. Much cuter.

Wen Mingyu touched the top of her head, looked at Mu Zhan and said, "Why only you touch my ear, I also want to touch your dragon horn."

Mu Zhan paused, and just reached out to touch the rabbit's ear again, Silently took it back, a little unlucky to refuse.

Wen Mingyu could see his reluctance, but there was no reason why he touched his ears happily, but not if he wanted to touch him, which would be a double standard. He deliberately leaned

forward, looked at him eagerly, and said, "Your Majesty, I have such a small wish, won't you let me realize it?"

His ear rubbed his face, sip on his chin, and then let go, "Really not?"

He glanced at Mu Zhan, then lowered his head, lowered his eyelashes, and pursed his lips, pretending to be pitiful.

"I'm so sad."

Mu Zhan was silent. Although he knew that Wen Mingyu was pretending and acting, he had to say that he liked it very much.

He lowered his head voluntarily, then grabbed Wen Mingyu's wrist and led it to the top of his head near his forehead, where two pointed dragon horns appeared out of thin air, in the shape of brown branches, with a few sloping branches, but It's not a real tree branch, but it shows a faint dignity and coercion. Even if you don't do anything, just standing there motionless is enough to make you crouch down and not dare to look up.

However, these are exceptions to Wen Mingyu.

Mu Zhan's expression was light, but he was willing to bend down and let Wen Mingyu touch his dragon horn. No one else is qualified to approach, and the places that cannot be touched are different in front of Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu guessed that Mu Zhan might be reluctant, and even if he coaxed him to agree, he probably just reluctantly let himself touch it.

But unexpectedly, Mu Zhan lowered his head directly to him, and pulled his hand up. The dragon horns, which are so close at hand, are incredibly beautiful, as if they are a flawless work of art, which is amazing.

His hand tentatively pinched a branch, and found that the dragon horn was not smooth, but had a rough feel. If you look closely, you will find that it is covered with fine lines, complex and mysterious, making People unconsciously set their sights there, reluctant to take a single point away.

Wen Mingyu pinched curiously, as if she couldn't play enough. But after a while, Mu Zhan grabbed his hand, and Jiyin said in a low voice, "...Okay."

He was about to take Wen Mingyu's hand away, but he didn't use much force, and Wen Ming said in a low voice. As soon as Yu heard it, the conditioned reflex held the dragon's horn, like a child reluctant to give up toys, and hugged him tightly.

Mu Zhan's complexion changed suddenly, his thin lips pursed tightly and stretched into a straight line.

Wen Mingyu noticed that something was wrong with him, his muscles were obviously tense, and the lines were bulging under the fabric, and he let go of his hand subconsciously, and asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Zhan's expression softened a little, and he shook his head flatly and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully observed his face, and guessed that it should be the same as the feeling of being touched by a rabbit's ear, not uncomfortable, but I like it comfortably.

However, Mu Zhan can really pretend, if others don't know, they must think he is angry when they see his stern face.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but laugh.

Mu Zhan stood up straight, with a straight back and a tall figure, like a tall and straight pine tree.

The handsome facial features, the outlines are cold, and the black hair is like a waterfall, soft and smooth like silk, with a light luster, bound by a jade crown, and in front of it are two conspicuous dragon horns, revealing a kind of The indescribable feeling seems inhuman, unattainable, and has a natural noble temperament.

However, the faintly glowing red ear tips instantly dispelled that arrogance and arrogance, and pulled it back again, more like a young man in love, young and hot but shy and helpless.

Wen Mingyu rarely saw Mu Zhan's ears red, his eyes lit up, feeling very novel, he reached out to touch his ears, but as soon as he touched it, Mu Zhan quickly avoided it.

Mu Zhan's brows and eyes were cold, and he stared at him with a terrifying aura.

But Wen Mingyu was not afraid at all, and smiled with crooked eyes, as if there was a fine light inside.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Mu Zhan's eyes, and he caught the hand he stretched out to make trouble again.

Wen Mingyu was not so persistent at first, but when he stopped him, he wanted to touch his ears even more.

Mu Zhan insisted not to give it, and said solemnly: "I have something important to deal with, so don't make trouble."

Wen Mingyu frowned suspiciously, "Really?"

Mu Zhan's expression did not change, and he really walked to the table and sat down , The feeling of doing the right thing quite seriously. It was just for a while, as if I remembered something and wanted to take back the dragon horn above my head.

Wen Mingyu took a look and said quickly, "No, I still want to see, I won't move."

Mu Zhan paused for a while, and really didn't put away the dragon horns, just like this, he lowered his head to handle political affairs.

Wen Mingyu sat on the side of the table, admiring his appearance at this time. Because of the dragon horns on the top of his head, he looks not just a human emperor, but more like a dragon from mythology.

Mu Zhan was so stared that he couldn't concentrate. He was able to concentrate, holding a pen in his hand, but he couldn't write a word for a long time. In the end, he could only put down the pen in his hand a little irritably, looked up at him and said, "Guozijian should have schoolwork, right? School is about to start."

Wen Mingyu did have schoolwork, just like homework in the winter vacation in the future. The ten or so days of vacation time were not long, but the coursework assigned by doctors in various disciplines was quite a bit, which made the supervisors fully feel the love from the teachers.

It takes time to do the homework seriously, and it can be finished in three to five days, but Wen Mingyu suffers from procrastination, so he only wrote part of it, and there are many others that have not been written.

Thinking of this, he sighed deeply and turned around to write his homework.

Even if you are a queen, you still have to do winter vacation homework, woo woo woo.

Wen Mingyu spread out the rice paper, and when he wrote something that he was not good at, he lowered his head and thought hard, and couldn't help but complain, "I really don't want to write, why can't it be sensible and finish it by myself?" , he looked at Mu Zhan subconsciously, blinked his wet eyes, and looked innocent, no matter how he looked at it, he was implying that Mu Zhan would help him.

Mu Zhan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, bring the homework here."

Wen Mingyu was surprised, he just said this casually, just joking, he still knew that the homework should be done by himself, but he did not expect Mu Zhan actually agreed.

Wen Mingyu felt very fresh. Boyfriend helping with homework sounds appealing.

He couldn't help holding out his sinful jiojio, hesitant and excited, picked up his homework and slowly rubbed towards Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan took over his homework, looked down, and started writing. He even paid attention to imitating Wen Mingyu's handwriting. Except for the sharper edge of the pen, there was almost no difference.

Wen Mingyu was surprised. If he slept and Mu Zhan secretly helped him with his homework, he would wake up in a daze, and he might even think it was the homework he finished while sleepwalking.

Although Mu Zhan imitated it very much, Wen Mingyu didn't really let him finish it for him, but only handed over one assignment that he was very good at but was too lazy to write, and wrote the rest by himself, especially if he was not so skilled. Yes, you have to write it yourself.

Mu Zhan lowered his head and wrote, Wen Mingyu looked at the rice paper, then looked up at his face, and the dragon horns. It was really eye-catching and refreshing, and it seemed that the schoolwork was not so boring.

Mu Zhan held the pen for a while, and a sudden ink dot fell.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mingyu wondered.

"It's okay."

Mu Zhan continued to write, but the posture of holding the pen was stiffer and unnatural than before.