The Emperor's Favorite Imperial Concubine is an O

The days are the same as before, attending classes, doing homework, secretly writing story books, blowing rainbow farts to tyrants.

Wen Mingyu gradually adapted to the current life, and it was quite different from the panic when he first entered the palace. Even Sanxi, who was by his side, became bolder and smarter, not as timid as before.

Very rarely, on a whim, Mu Zhan would check Wen Mingyu's homework, and then bluntly point out all the problems in it.Wen Mingyu was scolded with her head down, like a child who did something wrong, she was a little dissatisfied, but she listened carefully, and she changed everything afterwards.

Today, Mu Zhan also took his homework to read, and Wen Mingyu was so suspicious of life that he felt that what he wrote was a piece of shit.Obviously two days ago, Dr. Gong just praised him, are they all polite words?

Wen Mingyu leaned over without giving up, and looked at Mu Zhan eagerly, "Your Majesty, is there nothing worth boasting about?"

Those little eyes were almost writing begging for praise on his face.

Mu Zhan looked down at him, then nodded and nodded some rice paper, and said flatly: "The writing has improved, especially these two characters."

Wen Mingyu looked down and found that what he was referring to happened to be a word Mu and a word Zhan.Mu Zhan's name was taught by himself. He wrote it countless times.So in the end, is Mu Zhan bragging around the corner?

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips, a little emotional, thinking that she would write a storybook at night and arrange for someone to beat Mu Zhan with a sack.

Of course Mu Zhan noticed his expression, with a half-smile, put down the paper, turned and walked away.

Wen Mingyu followed subconsciously, like a small tail, tightly falling behind, sticky.Mu Zhan stopped suddenly, and he almost bumped his head on his back.

"What are you doing with Gu?"

Wen Mingyu raised her head, with a dazed face, blinked her eyes twice, looked at him, and then at her own legs, before realizing what she had done.Yes, why did he follow Mu Zhan?are you crazy?

"You've been quite clingy these past few days." Mu Zhan stared at him, incomprehensible.

Wen Mingyu thought about it for a while, and it seemed a bit true. He must have a tumor in his brain or something, which caused a mental disorder, so he was out of control and made these weird actions.

He scratched his face in embarrassment, and laughed dryly, "...It seems that it is really true. I follow His Majesty unconsciously, so I will take my leave first?"

Mu Zhan said calmly, "You don't need lunch?"

It’s okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, Wen Mingyu felt hungry and seemed to hear gurgling.Mu Zhan's meals here are many times better than his.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help swallowing, "Then I'll stay? Can I?"

Mu Zhan was noncommittal, that is to say, he acquiesced.

When it was lunch time, the palace people entered in a file, put the luxurious and exquisite delicacies on the table one by one, and left silently.

Wen Mingyu sat beside Mu Zhan, eating with relish.

As he ate, he vaguely smelled the aroma of wine and pheromones on Mu Zhan's body, which became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for people to ignore it.He couldn't help moving his nose, and cast his eyes on Mu Zhan frequently.

Mu Zhan glanced at him, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Mingyu bent the corners of her lips, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I would like to drink some fruit wine, can I?"

"Are you sure?" Mu Zhan asked back.

After Wen Mingyu got drunk last time, he said that he would never drink again.

But this time, Wen Mingyu was really greedy, and suddenly felt that Mu Zhan's wine aroma pheromone smelled particularly good, and wanted to get closer and closer, and wanted to post it.However, his sanity was still there, so he wanted to find some substitutes to satisfy his hunger.

He stretched out two fingers, spread them slightly apart, and said emphatically, "Just drink a little."

Mu Zhan didn't restrict him from drinking, rather he was happy to see him drunk, so he called Zhao Dequan to bring the wine.

Wen Mingyu also knew that it was not good for her to be drunk, so she took small sips of wine and drank a small glass of wine. She used up her lunch and didn't drink it to the end.However, her face still turned red, as if she had applied rouge, and her lips were glowing with water.

He squinted his eyes halfway, enjoying this slightly drunken state very much, his mind was still clear, but a little dizzy, like soaking in a hot spring, ups and downs, strangely comfortable.

Mu Zhan looked at him twice, stretched out his hand and poked his forehead, and said lazily like teasing a puppy, "Are you drunk?"

Wen Mingyu tilted her head, squinted her eyes, bent into the shape of a crescent, and said with a smile: "No~"

Mu Zhan clicked his tongue slightly, a little displeased.

Although he was not completely drunk, the alcohol did have a paralyzing effect, and he was not as rational and sober as before.The smell of wine that he was so greedy was right in front of his eyes, continuously emitting from Mu Zhan's body, he couldn't help but rolled his throat and swallowed.He quietly moved a little closer, and then a little closer, secretly took a breath, and then stepped back cautiously and quickly.

I still remember that Mu Zhan is dangerous, and I can't get too close.

But it smells really good.

Unable to bear it, he took another sip and lowered his head to recollect.

He thought he was very careful and concealed so that he would not be discovered, but Mu Zhan noticed all his small movements, raised his eyebrows, and his expression was a little unfathomable.When Wen Mingyu clung to him again, he unceremoniously reached out and pinched the back of his neck, like carrying a kitten.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Mingyu's eyes widened suddenly, like a frightened little animal, her lips were tightly pressed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, panicked and at a loss.

The gland was very sensitive when it was touched. He didn't dare to move it. He tilted his head and smiled innocently. He pointed to the wine glass and said softly, "I want to drink..."

Mu Zhan stared at him for a while, then let go of the back of his neck, as if letting him go, and didn't pursue his behavior of peeking and suspected sucking himself.

Wen Mingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the wine glass, not daring to be greedy, pretended to hold the rim of the glass, and took a sip.The long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the little disappointment in his eyes.This fruit wine doesn't smell as good as Mu Zhan's.

At night, Mu Zhan ordered Wen Mingyu to stay, and he didn't go back, but slept on the dragon bed with Mu Zhan.

It was not the first time that they shared the same bed, and Wen Mingyu had adapted to it a long time ago. Although she was not as comfortable as sleeping alone, she could already fall asleep relatively quickly.

However, something is different today.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Wen Mingyu was a little hot and couldn't cover the quilt, and when she was half asleep, she kicked the brocade quilt away, and accidentally kicked Mu Zhan's waist, waking him up. He didn't notice it either, and fell asleep with his belly spread out.

In the darkness, Mu Zhan opened his eyes, stared coldly at the person beside him with a dark face.If the eyes can be turned into substance, Wen Mingyu must have been poked to death by now.But the fact is that Wen Mingyu slept extremely deeply, and didn't feel any danger at all. Her hands and feet were stretched out, and she slept like an unrolled cake, which was soft and exuded an attractive fruity fragrance.

It is now autumn, the weather is getting cooler, and the temperature at night is relatively low.

After Wen Mingyu kicked off the quilt, she fell asleep for a while, then felt cold, curled up unconsciously, closed her eyes and reached out to find the quilt, but only caught a cloud of air, her thin white fingers curled up and moved, looking It looks pitiful.

Mu Zhan, who was awake at the moment, still felt the vague pain in his waist from being kicked just now, and he was very kind without asking someone to drag Wen Mingyu out and chop him up.It is naturally impossible for a majestic tyrant to cover people with quilts.

Mu Zhan glanced at him, then looked away coldly, ignored him, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

As a result, Wen Mingyu developed a high fever the next day.

The author has something to say:

Yu Zai: Stare at (each_a)——

Mu Zhan had no expression on his face, and looked away silently, as if he had a guilty conscience.

When you can't help but stick to someone, keep your eyes on the other person.

Others blush and think: Do I like him? o(*///▽///*)q

Yuzai (seriously): I may have a tumor in my brain, that's why I behave so weirdly.