The Emperor's Favorite Imperial Concubine is an O

Wen Mingyu is talented and hard-working in learning, which made Gong Xue like him even more, as if he was teaching him as a personal disciple.

In the beginning, Wen Mingyu was very nervous because she learned Mu Zhan's sentence within half a month. She was more diligent than the third-year students in high school, and she unconsciously wrote with her fingers when she went to bed at night.But a month passed, and Mu Zhan didn't mention it, as if he had forgotten about it.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this tyrant still had some humanity.However, he did not slacken after that, and continued to study hard.After all, it is a precious opportunity delivered to your door.The Guozijian in this era is equivalent to the number one university in the country, and Gong Xue is the professor in it. Getting his guidance is not something ordinary people can think of.

In the interstellar era, Wen Mingyu dared not to stand out in anything in order to conceal her gender. She was worried about causing unnecessary trouble, and her test scores were lowered. She went to an ordinary high school in a small town, and the educational resources were naturally not as good as those in the capital.Now you don't need to hide it, you can be presumptuous, why don't you seize the opportunity.

Wen Mingyu is not a child who can't learn anything from scratch, but also has the ability of photographic memory. He has already completed the basic literacy courses, and now he is studying all kinds of compulsory courses for literati, and the Four Books and Five Classics are only a small part of them. part.He is like a sponge, frantically absorbing the water of knowledge and making it his own.

Such an excellent student, if Gong Xue wanted to find fault, his shortcoming would be calligraphy.In the final analysis, no matter how fast Wen Mingyu learns, this is the first time he has come into contact with a brush. This requires years of practice, and it is not possible to fly to the sky in one go.

Therefore, outside of the usual classroom, Gong Xuehui gave him calligraphy homework. Wen Mingyu admired her husband's beautiful handwriting, and practiced more consciously.

On this day, as usual, he was practicing calligraphy in his study, and when he heard someone's footsteps coming in, he thought it was Gong Xue coming, so he asked without raising his head, "Sir, take a look, how is my writing?"

The man approached step by step and stood beside him, but did not speak.

From the corner of Wen Mingyu's eyes, she noticed the dragon pattern embroidery on the cuffs, and immediately realized who it was, and looked up with surprise, "Did Your Majesty come to see me specially?!"

The beautiful eyes are dark and moist, clean and thorough, shining brightly when looking at you, only you and the joyful anticipation gushing out because of you, as if you are the most important thing in this world... No one would dislike it.

Mu Zhan's eyes flickered slightly, he avoided his gaze, looked down at the rice paper, and said lightly, "There is progress."

Wen Mingyu's eyes lit up, the corners of her lips curved, she almost couldn't control her animal instinct, and wanted to rub against him.

Who doesn't like to be praised?

It was still the tyrant who was praising him, and now he was in such a good mood.

Wen Mingyu was a little embarrassed, and when her invisible little tail was about to curl up, Mu Zhan continued: "From the level of a three-year-old to a five-year-old."

Wen Mingyu froze, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

This is humiliation, proper humiliation!

Wen Mingyu almost wanted to jump up and hit him to death with a hammer.

If he wasn't the emperor, he would be dead by now!died!

Mu Zhan's expression remained unchanged, and he was not affected by his X-ray-like gaze at all.

"Your Majesty is right. I am really weak in this area. I need to ask Mr. Gong for advice." Wen Mingyu lowered her head, feeling sad no matter how she looked, exuding an air of grievance.

Mu Zhan suddenly said: "Don't look for him, I will teach you alone."

Wen Mingyu didn't expect it at all, and looked up in shock.He had heard Gong Xue said several times before that the sage was very good at calligraphy, and he was a little curious, but the tyrant came to be the teacher?Is it really not possible to chop off a student's head if he is unhappy?That is really learning with life.

"...Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, so don't bother Your Majesty with such a trivial matter. I will practice more by myself, and it is enough to ask Mr. Gong." Wen Mingyu politely declined.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, "You don't want Gu to teach?"

His tone was a little displeased, with a hint of danger.

Wen Mingyu was startled, shook her head immediately, and said with a sweet smile: "Why? This is my honor, but I am afraid that I will be too dull and delay your majesty's business."

"I don't mind."

"That's great, I'm really happy from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Mingyu obediently took the initiative to stick to it, her eyes were shining brightly, and she handed over the Langhao pen with both hands, almost overflowing with joy, thinking about blowing the head of the dog emperor in her heart.

But Mu Zhan did not take the pen, but stood behind him, asked him to write, and helped him read to find out the problem.

It has to be said that Mu Zhan stood behind him, even if he didn't say anything, his eyes were burning, and he had an extremely strong sense of presence, which couldn't be ignored at all.

Wen Mingyu inevitably felt a kind of pressure, just like the invigilator standing beside her and staring at her, nervous when holding a pen.He had no choice but to hypnotize himself in his heart, there was no one behind him, only every word in his eyes.

After reading a few sentences in this way, it still had some effect. He was stiff from the beginning, but gradually became more natural, and the strokes and strokes became much smoother.But this is only before Mu Zhan makes a move.

While writing, Mu Zhan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Wen Mingyu's right hand, taking his hand with the Langhao pen as a matter of course. This action brought the distance between the two of them closer.Wen Mingyu was still sitting, but surrounded by Mu Zhan's arms, he could still feel Mu Zhan leaning over and pressing weakly on his back.

Almost took him in his arms.

This is the closest Wen Mingyu has been to Mu Zhan so far. He has never tried to get so close to others, and he feels uncomfortable all over.

Compared with him, Mu Zhan seemed much calmer, as if he was really just taking him away to teach him how to write.Wen Mingyu felt that her right hand was no longer her own, and was being controlled by others, with each stroke flowing like flowing water, two words appeared on the paper after a while.

The handwriting is like a swimming dragon, powerful and sharp, and it is exactly the word Mu Zhan, the name of the emperor.

After finishing writing, Mu Zhan let go of his hand.

Wen Mingyu came back to his senses, and immediately started blowing rainbow farts, "I have heard from my husband that His Majesty's pen and ink are superb. I have always wanted to see it. It is really amazing. I want to treasure it as soon as I see it, and take it out to appreciate it from time to time. !"

People can't help worshiping and respecting powerful and talented people.Wen Mingyu's rainbow fart this time sounds a bit exaggerated and erratic, but in fact, compared to the previous ones with closed eyes, this time most of them are sincere. I really like Mu Zhan's handwriting, and I hope I can write so well .

"Up to you." Mu Zhan sent the imperial pen out naturally, and said flatly, "Now it's up to you to try."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, the emperor's name was written on it, wasn't it very taboo in ancient times?Can he write it casually?

But the tyrant is a tyrant, and he has no scruples. Seeing him not moving, he stretched out his finger and tapped the table, quite like a strict teacher.

Wen Mingyu had no choice but to copy what Mu Zhan wrote. Although the name of Emperor Lian was a bit strange, Mu Zhan did point out where the strength was not enough, and the writing was too early.

Before he knew it, Mu Zhan, who had written several sheets of paper, was a little out of control at the beginning, and even force through the back of the paper.

Wen Mingyu glanced over, inexplicably feeling like a pervert who had a crush on Mu Zhan to the point of madness, thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble a little, a little hairy.

He didn't know why, and subconsciously took a small step back.

Mu Zhan obviously didn't have such thoughts. Looking down at Wen Mingyu's practice results, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, showing a rare smile.

Mu Zhan nodded and said something good.

Wen Mingyu raised her head and was about to laugh, but she didn't expect that Mu Zhan's hand suddenly landed on the side of his face, and even gently pinched his earlobe, caressing it slowly, as if he was playing with it.

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, frightened, and couldn't help but wonder in her heart, might the tyrant suddenly become interested, remembering that he is Jin Xian's beauty, let him sleep...

Fortunately, Mu Zhan didn't seem to have such a plan. He pinched his earlobe, just like a child who got a new toy, curious and interested, and said slowly: "You still have a cinnabar mole on your ear, why didn't you notice it before?" .”

Wen Mingyu's ears are sensitive, and she felt numb when touched. She wanted to grab Mu Zhan's hand and take it off, but she was not sure if she would step on the tyrant's thunderbolt. Baba said: "...the mole is so small and inconspicuous, it's normal not to see it."

"Really?" Mu Zhan kneaded for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand, and said meaningfully, "The place where the mole grows is quite good."

Wen Mingyu was a little confused, why did she suddenly pay attention to the mole issue.However, when you don't know how to deal with it, just blow it.

"But I think His Majesty's mole looks better, here it is." Wen Mingyu smiled warmly and brightly, and pointed to her neck.

This is because I heard that Mingyu was cowardly before, and I felt pressure when I looked at Mu Zhan, so I moved my gaze slightly down to look at Mu Zhan's chin. Naturally, I also noticed Mu Zhan's slender neck with a protruding Adam's apple. There is also a small mole, which is ingeniously placed, making Mu Zhan a little more sexy.If you become a star in the future, there will definitely be many fans frantically licking the screen.

When Mu Zhan heard this rainbow fart, he was noncommittal, and he didn't even seem to know that he had a mole on his neck, so he didn't care.

In the study, Wen Mingyu practiced handwriting seriously, and Mu Zhan guided him to make some suggestions. He didn't talk much, and occasionally said a few words. The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

At night, get ready for bed.

Wen Mingyu inadvertently remembered the conversation in the afternoon, her complexion changed, she walked over a few steps, looked in the mirror, and sure enough, she saw a small cinnabar mole on the left earlobe, which was so bright and vivid, it had an indescribable feeling.

But the most important thing is that he remembered that the original body did not have this mole, but he did.

Wen Mingyu wiped her earlobe vigorously with her fingertips, and the cinnabar mole was still shining brightly, which was very eye-catching.

Sanxi asked doubtfully, "What's wrong, young master?"

Wen Mingyu turned around and asked him, "Sanxi, do you still remember when I first entered the palace, did I have this mole on my ear?"

Sanxi recalled it for a while, and her tone was not sure, "I don't seem to have it? I didn't notice... Does the young master not like this mole? But I heard that it is a sign of good fortune. The beauty mole is the icing on the cake and makes the young master look better."

Wen Mingyu didn't listen carefully, shook her head and said it was nothing, said goodnight to Sanxi, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

However, I still think about it.

There was no original body before, but now it has grown out, and it is still in the same position as my own. Is it really my own body?

Accidentally traveled to ancient times, Wen Mingyu hadn't thought about it before, maybe one day he would travel back again, but looking at it now, did he gradually integrate into this world?

Thinking that he would never travel back in the future, Wen Mingyu didn't have any regrets. After all, he was alone, and he had nothing to miss about that world, so he just made peace with whatever happened.

On the contrary, he was thinking, if Wen Yuyu, the original body, interpenetrated with him, he hoped that he could live well there.Breaking away from such a bad native family like Guangyanghou, let go of your hands and feet, live your own life, free and unrestrained.