The Emperor's Favorite Imperial Concubine is an O

Learning to write is not only about knowing the meaning of the word, but more importantly, learning how to use it, which naturally involves deeper things such as grammar.

It is not enough to just stay in the classroom. Outside of the classroom, Wen Mingyu also needs to read more books, which is the same as reading original works in foreign languages ​​and original soundtracks of movies and TV works when learning English to exercise her sense of language.

Gong Xue acts in a strict manner, but not pedantic.The story book is difficult to be elegant, and scholars don't like to discuss these things, and they don't want others to know that they have read these things.Gong Xue would not let Wen Mingyu read the story books, but recommended a few to him, and occasionally read them outside of class, so that he could relax and study at the same time, combining work and rest.

In this way, Wen Mingyu read the storybook, and he can read ten lines at a glance, and the reading speed is extremely fast, so naturally the storybook needs to be sent continuously.

The water in the palace is deep, and the imperial guards patrol day and night, changing guards in shifts. It seems that the huge palace complex is protected as solid as gold, but some people have conspiracy and calculations. Not all palace people inside are loyal to the emperor. A pawn of a certain force.

If Zhao Dequan hadn't ordered people to keep an eye on Wen Mingyu's side during this time, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to find out.Because the problem is a certain page in the script.

Zhao Dequan's godson noticed something was wrong, and handed over the book that was supposed to be sent to Wen Mingyu, his face still pale enough to frighten.Zhao Dequan had a bad premonition, took it over and looked at it, and his face immediately became very ugly.

It says...

The people behind it are trying to put people to death.

Not only Wen Mingyu, who would have read the script, but even the people who dealt with it are likely to die.

Zhao De was as white as paper, and after thinking for a while, he finally decided to hand over the script to the Holy Majesty, and the Holy Majesty would decide.After all, even if he kept it a secret, his Majesty would only die worse if he found out about it in the future.

Mu Zhan glanced at the script presented, frowned and said, "Zhao Dequan, do you think you have time to read the script?"

Zhao Dequan buried his head deeply, and replied respectfully: "This is the book of the scriptures that I am going to hear from Mr. Wen, and there are... inappropriate things in it, please read it."

Mu Zhan guessed something and reached out to pick up the script.

The hall was extremely quiet.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Zhao Dequan's forehead, and his whole body seemed to be roasted on a fire, and it seemed that there was a sharp guillotine hanging above his head, which would fall down and cut off his head at any time, which made him feel extremely tormented.

A sneer suddenly came from above.

Zhao Dequan still hung his head, not daring to move.

"An old guy who doesn't know how to live or die, how dare he put his hand into Gu's palace. Zhao Dequan, skinned the person who delivered the storybook, and hung it on the door of Duke Rong's mansion."

Zhao Dequan shuddered, and hurriedly knelt down to respond, tried his best to suppress his fear, and begged in a low voice: "My lord, it's my godson who checked the script and saw the problem, but also saw the content. I begged boldly and wanted to ask my lord how deal with..."

Mu Zhan's expression was gloomy and cold, with abnormal scarlet blood in his eyes, full of gloomyness and murderous intent, it seemed that there was no living thing in his eyes, "This is not urgent, you can send the script to Wen Mingyu first. Gu is very curious, how he will react when he sees it."

Zhao Dequan was startled, and couldn't help looking up suddenly, but when he met Mu Zhan's eyes, he immediately lowered his head deeply, his forehead touching the ground.

"...Yes, I will go now."

Zhao Dequan bowed and exited the palace gate, feeling extremely complicated and even more terrified.Sure enough, even if the Holy Majesty seemed to be quite fond of people, he would still kill him if he said he would kill him.

The content in the scriptures is taboo. If Rong Guogong’s people are successfully delivered to Wen Mingyu, he will definitely be killed after reading it, but this has been stopped, and he asked to send it over. Didn’t he want to kill Wen Mingyu? What could it be for.

Zhao Dequan didn't have much luck in surviving, because the matter has not passed yet.No one is safe if the holy majesty's killing intent is still alive.

Wen Mingyu didn't know it. After receiving the script, he read it as usual. When Zhao Dequan sent the script, he just finished reading the one in his hand. He was still a little bit unsatisfied, so he was ready to continue reading.

Zhao Dequan opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, but finally retreated.

Wen Mingyu flipped through it very quickly. This is a book that uses stories to describe different customs and customs in different parts of the dynasty. The writing is humorous and interesting. He is so absorbed in reading that he doesn't even know when Mu Zhan came.Moreover, the palace servants knelt down and saluted without making a sound.This is what Mu Zhan requested.

Finally, Wen Mingyu turned to that page.

He glanced at it, and his first reaction was that it didn't follow the previous article, so strange, is this a pirated book?

After being stunned for a second, he came back to his senses and closed the book with a snap, as if it was not a book, but some man-eating monster.

Wen Mingyu's back was hairy, and she even broke out in a cold sweat.He should have been keenly aware of something wrong when he saw the first word. Now that he glanced at it, the entire page was printed in his mind instantly.The ability of photographic memory is very fatal at this time.

When Sanxi was going to talk about the secrets of the harem, he stopped him and didn't listen, but he still stumbled here. Who was so vicious and wanted to kill him? !

Wen Mingyu felt chills in his heart, his tail popped out in fright, a small snow-white ball moved uneasily under his buttocks, as if this was his real body.

He was thinking about pretending that he hadn't read anything, and secretly destroyed the storybook, but he never expected that when he raised his head, he met one of the protagonists in the palace secret——Mu Zhan.

In an instant, Wen Mingyu was so frightened that her soul flew away.

He could feel his own tail protruding out, it's okay to hide it in his pants, if the ears on the top of his head...

He quickly raised his hands and covered his head with his big sleeves, lying on the table coughing heart-rendingly, half true and half false, he was indeed choked by fright, but the coughing was worse to cover up.

The emotional ups and downs were so great that he couldn't control it at all. The rabbit ears came out and hung softly on the side of his face, just like himself.

Inadvertently learned of the secrets of the palace, the truth will be revealed again.

What the hell is this Shura field? !He is dead!

Wen Mingyu was coughing, when suddenly he felt a hand resting on his back, gently stroking and helping him to breathe gently.Normally, he would thank him, but this man is a tyrant.Is it really to please him?Don't you want to tear the skin apart?It wasn't a hand at all, but a poisonous snake crawled over it!

Moreover, the back of the rabbit cannot be touched randomly...

Wen Mingyu felt a burst of numbness, like overwhelming waves, sweeping over his reason, making him almost unable to resist the instinct, wanting to collapse from a ball of hair into a white and soft rabbit cake, stretch his claws and jiojio, revealing his little belly .

He couldn't help letting out a whimper, a small, pitiful sound.

The hand on his back suddenly stopped, and for some reason, he retracted it.

Although taking it back, he might have to face the secret problem, but Wen Mingyu was still quietly relieved, because if he touched it again, he might not be able to resist and turned into a lop-eared rabbit.

If you see the fluffy ears and tail, you will definitely be identified as a monster. In ancient times, he would be burned to death.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly put away the rabbit ears, and at the last second when Mu Zhan held his wrist and took them aside, and was forced to reveal her head, she could barely hide it, which was extremely dangerous.

Mu Zhan reached out, pinched his chin, and forced him to lift his face.

The ends of the eyes were red, the eyes were wet, and the thick eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking together, like delicate flowers wet by rain, extremely fragile.It makes people want to take good care of it, but it is also easy to breed an indescribable desire to crush the delicate petals and watch it slowly flow out the juice.

"You cried before Gu said anything?"

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and looked down at him with complicated eyes.

Wen Mingyu coughed, "...I didn't cry."

It's just that I coughed so badly just now that I felt like my lungs were about to be coughed up, tears are nothing.

The eye feathers trembled unconsciously, and a crystal tear slid down the cheek, flowed to the chin, and touched Mu Zhan's finger.Mu Zhan scraped lightly, and his fingertips were wet, and tears fell down, giving him an indescribable feeling.

Wen Mingyu felt itchy, and flinched unconsciously, but was immediately pinched even tighter, with a faint pain.He didn't dare to move.

"What did you just see?"

Wen Mingyu swallowed nervously, "...I didn't see anything, I can't read."

Mu Zhan smiled, "Is that so? I'll let you hear the lonely thoughts."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Damn, how can I pretend like this!