Wen Mingyu sat stiffly on the chair, her expression was dull, her mood was too complicated, it was indescribably subtle.

After all, I have tried false pregnancy before, and with some experience, I know such a thing will happen.

But I knew it, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

The imperial doctor clearly stated that most people only have two months of delivery in the second trimester of pregnancy, or only after delivery, but why is he now...!

If you were in the Taiji Palace, you could change your clothes immediately, but now, there are so many people around. He even began to worry that the people around him would smell something.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help hunching her back slightly, using the book in her hand to block herself, and at the same time not daring to show anything unusual, she must be the same as everyone else, as usual.

His face was tense, he pretended to be calm, and pretended to be a serious observer, but he forced him to hide it, and no one around him noticed anything wrong.

On such occasions, most people would not dare to wander, and would listen respectfully and earnestly. After all, this was under the emperor's eyes, and it was a rare opportunity to express oneself.

The only person who dared to be ecstatic was probably the emperor himself, Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan sat in the most spacious and honorable seat in the center. There were neat rows of seats on the left and right sides of him. The ministers and the Hanlin sat in a rectangle, and the ministers surrounded the emperor in the middle.

Mu Zhan listened to the lecture of the Hanlin bachelor in front of him, and at the same time, he was unconsciously distracted. The corner of his eyes swept to a position, which was the direction of Wen Mingyu's seat. Then, he noticed that Wen Mingyu pursed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes as if avoiding something, and was immersed in something.

On the surface, his expression was very calm, but Mu Zhan and him have been intimate for so long, sharing the same bed, naturally it is not a common understanding.

Wen Mingyu now has no spirit of the usual feasts, and his eyes are not full of interest, and his thirst for knowledge.

Because Wen Mingyu likes to learn and absorb new knowledge, after the feast day, they will also talk about the content of the day in the Taiji Temple. Mu Zhan unconsciously becomes more serious than before. After all, if Wen Mingyu talks to him He couldn't tell...he would never let this happen.

Mu Zhan noticed Wen Mingyu's abnormality, he couldn't help frowning, his attention shifted more and more, and his eyes stayed on him for a long time.

After a while, the Hanlin scholar suddenly asked Mu Zhan a question. He was slightly startled, but quickly returned to his senses and answered the question calmly and calmly. Not only that, but he also asked several questions back, took back control, and asked all the ministers into contemplation.

Obviously those problems could not be solved in a short time, and since the feast day was nearing the end, Mu Zhan ordered it directly, saying that this is the end of the day.

As an emperor, Mu Zhan had to be the first to get up and leave. If he didn't leave, no one else would dare to leave.

Therefore, Mu Zhan had to pretend to leave.

Soon after he left, the important ministers would also leave, neatly and orderly, leaving one after another in descending order of rank.

And Wen Mingyu sat on the chair and didn't dare to move, as if his butt and the chair were stuck together, he couldn't walk at all. When a colleague called him to join him, he politely declined, made an excuse to stay, and planned to wait until everyone left before leaving by himself.

He tentatively reached out and tugged at the front of his shirt to separate the sticky fabric from the skin. But after all, this is a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause. He can't always carry it like this. Pulling the placket was a very romantic action in ancient times, and it was easy to be found and found to be strange.

As soon as the force was loosened a little, the fabric sticked to it again, rubbing the skin, making Wen Mingyu unable to help shaking.

It's so hard.

The expression on Wen Mingyu's face, which was trying to maintain a calm and calm face, was a little cracked.

Finally, everyone else had left, Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to stand up and leave, holding a book in his arms, which just covered the position in front of his chest, which was purposely used for cover.

As soon as Wen Mingyu stood up, he stopped again because he saw Mu Zhan who had gone and returned.

Mu Zhan strode over, very imposing, as if he was approaching step by step, making people unable to escape.

At other times, Wen Mingyu would respond subconsciously and take the initiative to walk towards Mu Zhan to shorten the distance between the two, but today, it is really difficult to face it calmly. He even sensed danger, and the conditioned reflex took a step back.

Mu Zhan noticed it, and took another big step forward, shrinking the distance between the two to a smaller distance than before, standing face to face, almost all of them could touch the tip of the nose.

"Not feeling well?"

Wen Mingyu couldn't say it outright, so she shook her head and tried to change the subject. But Mu Zhan didn't follow him, but stared at him with his eyes down. That deep gaze had a kind of oppressive force that could not be rejected, as if he could see through people at a glance, and there was nothing to hide.

Wen Mingyu was so nervous that her heart was beating wildly, her fingertips clenched the book in her hand, and even scratched out the wrinkles.

And the next second is even more terrifying.

Mu Zhan said, "Why do I seem to smell something sweet?"

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, shook his head calmly and said, "...Really? I didn't smell it.

" Yan said, "Shu Chen retire first."

Then he lifted his foot back and tried to sneak away.

But the emperor in front of him wasn't very good at talking, so he grabbed Wen Mingyu's hand and stopped him, "I'm not alone."

Wen Mingyu couldn't move in an instant, and was even forced to pull him towards him. Before, he almost threw himself into Mu Zhan's arms. He barely stopped, leaving an inch of distance between him and Mu Zhan.

This situation was so embarrassing that Wen Mingyu hardly dared to look up.

But the next second, a touch of warmth pinched his chin, forcing him to look up and look at him.

Mu Zhan's eyes swept across his flustered eyes first, then slowly moved downstream, landing on the book he had been holding tightly. He held it all the time, even if he was dragged back just now, he did not forget to press it into his arms, as if he was treating some treasure for fear of being robbed.

"What are you panicking about? Is there anything that can't be discovered by Gu?" Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly and locked his sight.

Wen Mingyu said dryly: "...No."

"If that's the case, then you don't have to rush."

​​"I still have important things to do."

"If the decree tells you to do something, should you do it alone? Your order comes first?"

"...Yes."

Wen Mingyu had to nod her head.

Mu Zhan added: "Then let Gu look at the book first. You have been holding it so preciously. There must be something special."

Wen Mingyu froze suddenly, and subconsciously grasped the book in her hand tighter. , silently refused.

At this time, ordinary people must immediately put the book in their hands respectfully.

"You want to disobey the imperial edict?" The content of the words was a warning, but Mu Zhan's voice was gentle, not like a monarch who was irritated by ignoring the order.

But when Wen Mingyu heard what he said, she couldn't help but feel a little grievance. She pursed her lips and said, "You can't order me."

Mu Zhan said, "In the relationship between monarch and minister, Gu can order you to do anything, but When you were the queen, I listened to you, are you a minister now, or my queen?" It

was too straightforward to allow him to be vague.

Wen Mingyu was stunned. Just now, I deliberately tried to sneak away as a courtier, but Mu Zhan seems to be unhappy because of this? When there are others around, Mu Zhan will try his best to act like a king and not get close to him, but when there are only the two of them, Mu Zhan doesn't want to hear this. It's okay to talk about political affairs, but he must be intimate.

Wen Mingyu pondered for a while, and felt that Mu Zhan was also acting like a spoiled child, but it was a little vague. If he put it in a more straight-forward way, maybe it's - you should pay attention to me and talk to me in a very intimate tone.

It felt like a trip out, and when he came back, the arrogant cat hugged his arm tightly with his paws, preventing him from leaving.

The uncomfortable emotions in Wen Mingyu's heart faded a lot. Although she was still a little embarrassed, she felt that there was no need to hide from Mu Zhan.

At this time, Mu Zhan also looked at him and said softly: "If there is anything you don't want me to know, I won't ask. When you want to say something, I'm willing to listen at any time. However, if you are not feeling well. , don't hide it, be sure to tell me, it's the same when you're in a bad mood. I can coax you."

As soon as she said these words with retreat as advance, how could Wen Mingyu stand it? It was a perfect answer. He felt that he didn't need to cover up like this.

What scumbag? Absolutely not!

Mu Zhan is his best big wife!

Although he doesn't have a concubine, he feels that adding a big character can better highlight that Mu Zhan is super good, and that Mu Zhan has a high status in his heart.

Wen Mingyu finally put down the book in his hand and whispered, "I have..."

Because of embarrassment, he swallowed the words in the middle, as if it had been silenced.

Mu Zhan glanced at it, his eyes darkened, and he instantly understood what was going on. In fact, he had guessed it just now and smelled a faint milky smell, but when he really saw the wet marks on the front of the clothes, his heart still couldn't control his heartbeat.

"Go to my place first and have someone bring a set of official uniforms from the Taiji Temple."

Wen Mingyu nodded. This is the best way to deal with it. After all, it is impossible for him to go back and do things like this. If someone finds out, he will not be able to explain it at all.

So, he was led out of Yanyi Pavilion by Mu Zhan and walked all the way, still holding the book in his hand.

After a while, Wen Mingyu suddenly reacted and wanted to withdraw his hand. However, Mu Zhan grabbed it even tighter, preventing him from taking it back.

Wen Mingyu said in a low voice, "It may be seen."

Then others may think that the sage is a small official under the unspoken rules.

However, Mu Zhan said: "There are only some palace servants, they all know what to do, don't worry."

Since Mu Zhan said so, it means that there is no problem, so Wen Mingyu let him lead.

Step through the gate and enter the inner room.

Because this is one of the emperor's palaces to deal with political affairs, unlike Taiji Hall, which has a spacious dragon bed, there is just a long couch for rest.

Before the palace servants brought the clean official uniforms, Mu Zhan said, "It will take some time for the official uniforms to be delivered. Put on mine first. You are not comfortable like this." It

was really sticky and embarrassing, especially Mu Zhan. when his eyes fell on him.

So, Wen Mingyu went behind the screen to change clothes, and wiped it hastily. Because Mu Zhan was outside, and the screen was dimly able to reveal a silhouette, Wen Mingyu felt uncomfortable, so he moved quickly, as if something was chasing him behind.

But as soon as he put on his clothes and walked out, he found that there was a small piece of wetness near the placket.

Wen Mingyu: "..." The expression finally collapsed, and it split on the spot.

What is this all about? So what's the use of changing clothes!

Mu Zhan also found out, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Do you need my help?"

Wen Mingyu shook her head decisively, her ears flushed. Then I sat down on the long couch, bowed my head and pretended to be reading a book seriously, and hunched my back a little bit, so the slender back of the neck was exposed, and the neckline was beautiful, forming a beautiful arc, which made people's eyesight Stop on it consciously.

Even if Wen Mingyu was sitting like this, without looking up, he could clearly feel that hot gaze, like a substance, almost like a burning flame, lit on the person.

Finally, the palace servants brought the clothes.

Mu Zhan took a step ahead of him and took it.

Wen Mingyu tightened her body and panicked, and said quickly: "...I'll do it myself."

Mu Zhan smiled and said along the way: "I won't rob you, but it's not convenient for you to be alone. I want to help you."

As soon as Wen Mingyu opened his mouth to speak, Mu Zhan added, "I'm just helping you, I won't do anything. Also, it's not the first time, is it?"

I have to say, Wen Mingyu I was a little persuaded. Once there was once, it was easier to accept it later, and he was not disgusted with Mu Zhan's help, but was a little embarrassed.

In the end, they went behind the screen together. The screen is made of wood, the bottom is hollowed out and carved, and the patterns are elegant and gorgeous. It is a curved screen composed of multiple screens. Landscape flowers are drawn on the paper screen, and jade jewelry is inlaid on the edge. .

Through the hollow wooden pattern, you can see that the two pairs of long legs are very close, almost touching. The figures on the paper screen staggered and swayed in a hazy, indescribable feeling.

Outside the window, the weather is fine.

In the pond, the little lotus showed its sharp little horns, tender and fresh, and the hot wind blew gently, making the lotus leaves tremble, and then fell back to the bottom of the water, stained with clear and crystal water droplets, flowing along the lotus leaves. When it reached the tip, it was about to fall, but after a while, it seemed that it could not bear the weight, overflowing and dripping, falling back to the water surface, creating a circle of shallow ripples.

A dragonfly flew by and seemed to love this bright and delicate lotus leaf. It stood on the small pointed tip, its slender legs hugged tightly, its transparent wings moved slightly, its tail was raised, and its head bowed to the tip. Pointy, lingering, like an extremely beautiful ink painting, with an excellent artistic conception.

The little lotus, the fragrance of flowers, and the dragonfly make up a beautiful summer scene that makes it hard to look away.

It's a pity that neither of the two people in the hall had time to appreciate it. After half an hour, they slowly walked out from behind the screen and dawdled for a long time.

Wen Mingyu was very guilty, and she didn't dare to lift her head down. Fortunately, there were only two of them in the hall. If there was more than one person, Wen Mingyu would want to crawl into the crack of the ground, and would not come out alive or dead.

Wen Mingyu's face was dyed crimson, as were her ears and neck, spreading almost like a sunset, and she was stunning. Even the end of his eyes were a little red, and his eyes were wet, as if he had just cried, as if he had been bullied.

Mu Zhan and his state are very different, not the slightest embarrassment, but quite calm, tall and standing, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a bit of contentment.

Now, Wen Mingyu doesn't have to worry about being discovered, but a lot of the milky fragrance on his body has stained Mu Zhan's body, and he even saw Mu Zhan lightly licking his thin lips, as if he was aftertastes something, which made him In an instant, a huge fireworks exploded in my mind.

Wen Mingyu seriously felt that Mu Zhan was simply a pervert.

I can't promise him to help next time.

And when he thought so, Mu Zhan turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Wen Mingyu was neatly dressed, Liang Guan was also upright, and looked very serious, but when he met Mu Zhan's gaze, he subconsciously tightened his clothes, and his ears became redder.

He didn't even tell the emperor to retire, he just said "I'm leaving" sternly, and quickly walked out of the palace door, as if a ghost was chasing him behind him.

Mu Zhan couldn't help laughing out loud and reminded, "Go slower."

Wen Mingyu paused and didn't look back, but the speed really slowed down. After walking out for a long distance, he quietly looked back and found that no one was following, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards his work place.

On the way, he also exerted one of the necessary skills of social animals, changing his face in a second, forcing himself to restore his usual calm and calm expression, as if nothing had happened just now.

After arriving at the place, he walked in, and other colleagues were quite concerned about him. They knew that Wen Mingyu was called to work by Mu Zhan again.

Someone noticed the corners of his red eyes sharply, and couldn't help but ask: "You..."

Another person quickly held him down, preventing him from continuing to speak, comforting Wen Mingyu and saying, "It's alright, we have all been consecrated by the Holy Spirit. I've been scolded, it's very common."

Others who didn't see the problem also reacted at this time, and they all appeased him and gave him encouragement.

Wen Mingyu was stunned. Unexpectedly, they all thought that they were scolded and cried by Mu Zhan. Some wanted to laugh, but they were also touched.

Because the immediate boss is the emperor, of course they can't scold him, but many colleagues gave him food and taught him experience. Of course, there are seniors with bad character who said slander, but they were refuted and scolded by others before they said a few words. , he had to stop reluctantly.

Wei Chen watched from the side, bewildered. The saint scolded Wen Mingyu to cry? impossible? He is the queen.

He has seen the way the emperor and the queen get along, and they are more affectionate and sticky than the little couples in the folk. How can they be scolded and cry.

Wei Chen wanted to say something, but when Chu Shuli saw it, she reacted very quickly, she shoved two oranges into his mouth and told him to shut up. Wei Chen's face wrinkled with sour in an instant. That orange was on Wenmingyu's table, it was super sour.

Colleagues who don’t know the inside information dare not say anything on the surface, but they still can’t help complaining in their hearts – the temperament of the sage is really not that bad. Are people crying?

Wen Mingyu didn't know their inner thoughts. While grateful to these seniors, she was also extremely empty and embarrassed. After all, he was not scolded and cried at all, but...