The Emperor's Favorite Imperial Concubine is an O

Wen Mingyu returned to the Tai Chi Hall from the Imperial College, feeling very relaxed, and subconsciously wanted to tell Mu Zhan what happened today.Mu Zhan is always the first person he wants to share with.

He stepped over the threshold and walked in. The first time he looked for Mu Zhan, he shouted, "Your Majesty."

Soon I saw that Mu Zhan was sitting casually, looking at something in his hand, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked at him, with a smile that was not a smile, and his expression had an indescribable feeling, which was very subtle .

Wen Mingyu couldn't help swallowing the words that came to his lips, and asked doubtfully, "What is Your Majesty looking at?"

... Laughing perverted.

Wen Mingyu didn't say what happened next.

Mu Zhan raised the corners of his lips, saying inexplicably, "Want to know? Then come and see."

Hearing his tone, Wen Mingyu always felt that it was not a good thing, but she couldn't bear the curiosity like a cat's paw scratching her heart, and she walked over cautiously, and couldn't help asking: "Can I watch it?"

"Of course." Mu Zhan nodded, looking extraordinarily generous.

As soon as Wen Mingyu heard it, she knew it was definitely not a secret, so she relaxed and continued walking.

When there were still two steps away, Wen Mingyu's eyes fell on Mu Zhan's hand, and found that it seemed a bit too familiar.

He looked twice, and finally realized what it was, his complexion changed instantly, the color was more exciting than the palette, his eyes widened, even a little frightened, his legs and feet were out of control, and he wanted to run to the ends of the world.

Mu Zhan shook the stack of paper in his hand, and said meaningfully: "The story on this is very interesting, do you want to read it?"

No need to think about it, this matter must not be admitted, Wen Mingyu quickly restrained his expression, pretending to be dazed and innocent, "What story?"

The smile in Mu Zhan's eyes deepened, "The story you wrote."

Wen Mingyu's feet softened, and she immediately shook her head, "Your Majesty misunderstood, although it was my handwriting, but it was just that I was idle and bored before, so I randomly found a script to copy and practice calligraphy. It was not written by me. "

"Really?" Mu Zhan looked down at the stack of papers, pressed his fingers on it, and said slowly, "The characters in this are obviously based on you and Gu. If it's not you, then someone must have hidden them." We watched and listened under the bed."

If she hadn't been too nervous, Wen Mingyu might have laughed out loud because of the latter sentence.

At the moment when he was distracted, Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, pulled the man over, pinched his chin, and said slowly: "It seems that you have a problem with Gu. The guard inside was beaten 56 times with a sack and 47 times in the house. It collapsed 3 times."

Wen Mingyu panicked even more now.Even these times are so clear, he doesn't know what he wrote, Mu Zhan must have read it all, and he is angry!

Wen Mingyu hesitated for a while between continuing to argue and being frank and lenient, and decisively chose the latter.After all, Mu Zhan has already determined that he wrote it, and a good attitude of admitting mistakes may even win him through.

Therefore, Wen Mingyu nodded and said, "Yes, I wrote this, and the guard inside is me."

Mu Zhan raised his voice, "Oh?"

He made it up very seriously, "Your Majesty is so honorable, how could I write you as a guard, no single character can reflect your courage and style."

"Will someone deliberately write himself as unlucky?"

"Of course there is. The heavens will send great responsibilities to the people. You must first work hard and work hard. I wrote this to hone this role and tell myself that there is no free lunch in the world. No matter what you want, you must Put in your best efforts first." Wen Mingyu said nonsense seriously.

"It makes sense."

Wen Mingyu seemed to see a little hope.

"But Gu still thinks that the young master inside is you, and the guard is Gu."

"Your Majesty, it's really not..."

Mu Zhan's slender fingers slowly slid across his cheeks, stopped on his lips, pressed them lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't punish you, as long as you do one thing."

Wen Mingyu asked anxiously in a low voice: "...what's the matter?"

"It's very simple for you." Mu Zhan picked up the stack of papers and motioned to him, "Play out the plot above."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then realized, "I'll play the guard?"

Sure enough, I still want to engage him.

Mu Zhan shook his head, "I'll be the bodyguard, you'll be the young master."

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded: "...?"

Is the dog emperor M?

Wen Mingyu thought he was crazy, but Mu Zhan didn't mean to joke, and said, "Start now."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, pressed Wen Mingyu on the chair, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "Young Master, do you want to eat?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned, feeling unreal as if she was in a dream, and after a while, she responded dully.

Mu Zhan really went out and asked the palace servants to pass on the meal.

The meals are put away one by one, exuding a tempting aroma.

But Wen Mingyu was the only one sitting in front of the table, and Mu Zhan stood beside him, as if he was really a loyal bodyguard.

Wen Mingyu turned to look at him, and whispered, "Your Majesty, please sit down and have a meal first."

But Mu Zhan said, "Master, I'm just your bodyguard, it's against the rules."

Zhao Dequan, who was about to leave, vaguely heard their conversation, the hand that closed the door paused, and then he closed it faster, as if he had seen hell... As an old man, he is getting more and more incomprehensible about the new things of young people nowadays.

Wen Mingyu's head turned dizzy when he heard it, but no matter what he said, Mu Zhan played the role of guard very dedicatedly.Wen Mingyu can only eat by herself, but she can't ignore the people behind her at all. She is worried that the delicious food will not taste good anymore.

Mu Zhan is another way to torture him, right?

Finally finished eating, but Mu Zhan took over his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

Wen Mingyu was stunned, especially when he saw him put the chopsticks into his mouth, they were the chopsticks he had bitten... His ears were a little feverish.

Wen Mingyu watched him finish eating with mixed emotions, thinking that he had finally passed a level, but unexpectedly, when he was going to take a bath, Mu Zhan followed him.

He suddenly had a bad premonition, "What are you doing here?"

"Serve the young master to take a bath."

Wen Mingyu frowned: "I don't need it! You get out!"

Mu Zhan looked at him, unmoved, "Master is not used to being served by others."

The storybook doesn't write this at all, even if you want to serve, you should be a maid and a servant boy, how could it be a guard, just change the script randomly!

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but said: "I'm not used to being served by anyone, I want to wash by myself."

"But I have been serving all this time. Young master, please don't be willful, you can't wash well by yourself."

Mu Zhan spoke slowly, stepped forward in two steps, grabbed Wen Mingyu's belt, untied it easily, and at the same time held Wen Mingyu's wrist, slipped in from the cuff, gently stroked the delicate skin of his upper arm with his fingertips, There was a burst of itching, which made Wen Mingyu tremble slightly.

The distance between the two was extremely close, and Wen Mingyu was almost shrouded in Mu Zhan's shadow. That strong posture did not look like a guard.The alcohol pheromone seemed to swallow him even more.

As soon as Wen Mingyu raised her head, she met those dark and deep eyes, and she couldn't even back away.

……

In the end, Wen Mingyu was forced to let the guard in front of her change her clothes, and was helped into the bathing pool.At this time, his skin was almost all light pink.

However, Mu Zhan still pretended to comfort him and said, "Young Master, don't worry, I won't offend you."

Wen Mingyu's body sank, half of her blushing face was hidden in the water, and bubbles gushed out of the water.

He finds the look offensive, okay!Just close your eyes if you are so conscientious!

As if he could hear what was in his heart, Mu Zhan said in a low voice, "If I close my eyes, I won't be able to wipe my back for the young master."

Wen Mingyu: "...!!!"

Still want to wipe your back? !

Mu Zhan actually took a soft cloth and wiped his back very carefully.After getting up from the bath, Mu Zhan let him lie on the beauty couch beside the bath and massaged his back.

Wen Mingyu was like a shrimp in a steamer, her whole body was flushed red.

Finally, after taking a bath, she should have enjoyed the bath, but Wen Mingyu seemed to have done some extremely tiring exercise, and walked back to the hall softly, and finally was carried to the bed by Mu Zhan.

Wen Mingyu's black hair was scattered on the pillow, against the slightly exposed skin of the skirt, it looked like creamy fat, very attractive.Mu Zhan half-knelt beside the bed, picked up a lock of hair, and helped him draw it to his side.

Wen Mingyu glared at him, "You are a guard, according to the rules, it is impossible to share the same bed with the young master, right?"

Mu Zhan smiled, and said solemnly: "I am a personal bodyguard. Of course, I must ensure the young master's personal safety. Even at night, I must prevent thieves from entering. Therefore, I will sleep on the outside of the bed, so you don't have to worry about it. "

Wen Mingyu's voice was weak, "...get lost."

Mu Zhan smiled: "Young master, I'm sorry for that."

After finishing speaking, he also lay down, and skillfully hugged him into his arms, lowering his head and smelling the fruity sweetness emanating from the back of his neck.

Being so presumptuous, he doesn't look like a guard.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and saw a faint red mark under the collar at a glance, which was left by the massage.Wen Mingyu's skin is very crisp, it can almost be said that the skin is delicate and tender, but with a little force, it will leave red marks, which are very eye-catching.

Mu Zhan pinched his wrist lightly, and there was also a shallow mark on it, like a special bracelet, imprinted like something left by someone.

"What a delicate young master."

Mu Zhan pursed his lips and smiled softly.

Wen Mingyu was so sleepy that she closed her eyes, she was half asleep, her consciousness was fuzzy, but she seemed to have heard someone saying bad things about him, so she raised her hand and hit him, but before she hit her, someone grabbed her.

Mu Zhan inserted his fingers into his fingers one by one forcefully, interlocked his fingers, then lowered his head and kissed his palm, his movements were very light, as if he was really a humble guard who had a crush on his master. Self-restraint, only dare to secretly hold the master's hand at night when no one is around, and carefully and piously give a light kiss, wanting to get it, but knowing that it is not worthy.

But obviously, Mu Zhan's acting is not professional at all. There are no guards who can climb onto the master's bed, hug him boldly, and dare to do all kinds of small tricks.

the next day.

When Wen Mingyu woke up, everything returned to normal, and what happened last night seemed to be just a dream he had.But when he saw the familiar papers on Mu Zhan's desk, he knew it was not.

Moreover, Mu Zhan would act with him from time to time, and his desire to act was really strong.In fact, if Mu Zhan really acted according to the script, he would be happy to cooperate with the performance by being an unlucky bodyguard, obeying his orders, and even wearing women's clothing.

After acting for a while, Wen Mingyu got used to it a little bit. The young master's temper changed from inside to outside of the play. Sometimes when he woke up in the morning, he was still in a daze, and he stretched out his hand and asked Mu Zhan to change his clothes.

The palace people on the side buried their heads deeply in fright and kept silent.

But they looked at the floor and listened to the movement, and found that the Holy Majesty actually stepped forward to change Mr. Wen's clothes.They were shocked, and Mr. Wen's popularity reached a new level.

A few times, when Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were performing, Zhao Dequan had something to report, and Mu Zhan didn't shy away from it, and let people in directly.So, Zhao Dequan saw the way the Holy Majesty was pouring tea and water, pinching his shoulders and beating his back, the shock on his face could not be concealed at all.

Whenever Wen Mingyu thinks about it, she wants to laugh.It's really hard for him, the old man, it's not easy to be by the king's side and often be frightened.

Day by day, the weather is getting colder and colder.

Wen Mingyu woke up one day and saw that everything outside the window had turned into white, the trees and the ground were covered with a thick layer of snow, covered in silver, pure white and clean.The whole world became extraordinarily quiet, as if I was the only one left, which was relaxing.

Wen Mingyu used to live in the south and had never seen snow before. She was so excited that she opened her eyes wide and looked at it for a while, then turned around and ran to Mu Zhan's side, and couldn't help but pat him on the arm, "Hurry up!" Look! It's snowing!"

Mu Zhan didn't think there was anything good about Xue when he was a child, but Wen Mingyu's attitude was more interesting, and his face flushed with excitement.

He said casually: "The young master can see snow every year, and he is so happy. It seems that he really likes it."

It was only then that Wen Mingyu remembered that he was a concubine of the Hou family who grew up here, and he had seen a lot of snow, so he shouldn't be surprised.However, it would be even more strange to suddenly change his attitude now, so Wen Mingyu snorted hard, "I like snow very much, is there a problem?"

Mu Zhan shook his head, "Of course not, the young master is right to like anything."

Wen Mingyu was satisfied.Suddenly, I felt that it was no big deal if my words were discovered, and I could still live a young master's addiction and command the emperor, who can?who?

Wen Mingyu swelled.And those scenes where a certain guard offended him were all deliberately ignored by him.

After washing and changing, Wen Mingyu couldn't wait to go out and play in the snow.Just before going out, Mu Zhan pulled her a hand.Mu Zhan took a fox fur cloak from the palace man, and put it on Wen Mingyu naturally. A circle of snow-white fluffy fur collar was around his neck, covering his chin, making his face even smaller.

The fur collar touched the face, bringing a soft and smooth touch, itching, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but raised his hand rua, it felt so good.Mu Zhan also touched his head.

Put on a warm cloak, so you don't have to worry about the cold.Wen Mingyu ran out recklessly, stepping on the snow, one foot after another, making a creaking sound, couldn't help but stepped back and forth a few more times, then squatted down to touch the snow, picked up a ball, fingertips were cold , with bright eyes, full of freshness and curiosity.

The breath that comes out is a cloud of hazy white mist.

After staying outside for a while, the tip of the nose turned red from the cold, and fine frost formed on the eyelashes, which was really cute.

Mu Zhan was standing under the eaves, not interested in snow, just looking at the person in the snow.

Wen Mingyu squeezed out two large and small balls out of snow, piled them together, and drew an OvO expression on the top snow ball to make a little snowman.

As soon as he finished, he turned his head to look for Mu Zhan's figure, and saw it at a glance.

There are dripping icicles hanging from the eaves, which are pointed and crystal clear in the sun.The slender and tall figure, wearing a black cloak, looked dignified and indifferent, but when he met Wen Mingyu's gaze, his eyes became softer.

The palace, the snow, and the beauties, the three together are a perfect match, forming a beautiful picture.

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded, and it took a while to come back to her senses. She shrank her neck in embarrassment, hid half of her face, and pointed to the snowman on the ground for Mu Zhan to look at.

Today happened to be Xiumu, one of them didn't have to go to class, the other didn't have to work, so they could just stroll around leisurely and enjoy the snow scene in the palace.

The magnificent and gorgeous palaces and the pure white and flawless snow can always collide with an indescribable and shocking beauty.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan walked side by side, looking at the familiar scenery, showing a different surprise than usual.

A cold winter wind blows.

Wen Mingyu almost didn't think about anything, subconsciously grabbed Mu Zhan's sleeve, and hid behind him, letting him protect her from the wind in front.

Seeing this scene, the palace people following behind couldn't help but stop, feeling a little apprehensive.

After Wen Mingyu finished this action, she was also stunned, how could she take it for granted.

Mu Zhan was pulled and stopped, but he didn't pull him out from behind, but said with a smile: "So afraid of the cold, how dare you say you want to come out?"

Wen Mingyu pretended nothing happened, and walked out from behind him again, the cold wind just now had passed.

When they walked to the imperial garden, it was also snow-white, and the branches and leaves of the trees were covered with a thick layer of snow.Wen Mingyu stretched out her hand and flicked it, watching the snowball fall with a slight sound.

Later, it was really cold, and Wen Mingyu couldn't bear it, so she stopped shopping.

On the way back, Wen Mingyu walked restlessly, and deliberately picked some thick snowdrifts to step on. Hearing the creaking sound, he thought it was fun, and then he lost his footing, slipped on his feet, fell backwards, and sat on the snow with his buttocks. All feel cool.

Wen Mingyu was dressed too much, sitting on the ground like a ball, it was not easy to get up for a while, so she could only flop around like a penguin in situ.

Mu Zhan walked over, put his hands under his armpits, picked him up easily, and even held his waist to help him, and patted the snow particles on the cloak, especially his buttocks. One slice at most.

Wen Mingyu thought he would be laughed at, and was ready to refute, but when Mu Zhan came in front of him, he took care of him very gently, giving him a very natural, family-like feeling.

Suddenly very happy.

There are many butterflies flying in the stomach.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, hugged Mu Zhan tightly, buried his face in his arms and rubbed against him, like a child acting like a spoiled child.

Mu Zhan froze for a moment.

Wen Mingyu raised her head, looked at him with a bright smile, and said intentionally: "Your Majesty just now looks like my father."

Mu Zhan's face darkened in an instant: "...presumptuous!"

Wen Mingyu took the opportunity to quickly reach into Mu Zhan's collar, touched his warm neck, made him shiver from the cold, and then turned around and slipped away quickly before he got angry.

He was laughing while running, very arrogant.

However, at night, Wen Mingyu knew that she regretted it.

Perhaps it was because he had been in the snow for so long during the day that he had a fever.

His face was flushed abnormally, and his head was dizzy.

Mu Zhan soon noticed his abnormality, and his face became very ugly.Because he immediately remembered Wen Mingyu's serious situation before, and worried that this time would be the same as that time.

The imperial doctor rushed to make a diagnosis, and finally confirmed that it was just a cold, and it would be cured after a few days of medicine.

Mu Zhan relaxed, but Wen Mingyu was not at all relaxed.

Because the traditional Chinese medicine is too bitter, and there is a big bowl, I really want to kill him.

But every time he took the medicine, Mu Zhan was watching from the side. He couldn't do any tricks, so he could only drink the medicine obediently, wrinkled his face, and immediately stuffed candied fruit into his mouth to suppress the bitterness.

Because of fever and weakness, the imperial doctor advised him to stay in bed.

Wen Mingyu just lay on the bed and made a salted fish, which happened to be a chance to conceive the plot of the story.

Because of the BE ending of the previous story of the two male protagonists, many readers were deeply resentful and wanted to send the author a blade and a sack for the author.He listened to it so much that he couldn't help but feel guilty. It was impossible to change the ending, but he thought that maybe he could write a youth story about Tang Yiyuan and Cheng Yunzhen studying in the Imperial College.

It just so happened that he was in the Imperial College, so he didn't worry about knowing what the study life was like inside.Different from the complicated and dangerous court disputes, this book focuses more on the sincerity and youthfulness of young people, the budding of vague emotions, ignorance without knowing it, separated by a layer of veil, but everything is reflected in the eyes and details in action.

At the beginning, they aimed at each other, and it was not pleasing to the eye, but when he came, he was faster than anyone else, and noticed him at the first time, and couldn't help laughing when he saw him laughing, and his eyes always drifted to On him, when he looked over, he subconsciously avoided it and pretended nothing happened...

Wen Mingyu was thinking about these plots, and stared at the bed curtain in a daze.

At some point, Mu Zhan came over, looked at his condition, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Are you stupid?"

Wen Mingyu glanced at him dissatisfied.

Mu Zhan: "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Wen Mingyu nodded decisively.

Mu Zhan turned around to get it.Wen Mingyu turned over and lay on the pillow, her eyes followed Mu Zhan until he came back.

As soon as Mu Zhan stepped into the inner hall, he met Wen Mingyu's eager eyes. Because of the fever, the tails of the eyes were red and wet, like a clingy little milk dog.

When Wen Mingyu was sick, he was more clingy than usual, and when Mu Zhan did something, his eyes would always follow him without realizing it.At first, Mu Zhan thought there was something wrong with him, and when he looked back, he was still puzzled and asked what was wrong.

After coming down a few times, Mu Zhan simply asked someone to bring the memorial and deal with it in the inner hall. He could see Wen Mingyu when he looked up.

Wen Mingyu saw it, and said that Mu Zhan was too exaggerated and unnecessary.

But after that, he lay on the bed again, looking at Mu Zhan from time to time, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Three days later, Wen Mingyu's illness improved a lot, she didn't feel dizzy, and felt that she could play happily again.But before he could go out, he was held down by Mu Zhan and spanked, saying that he was punished for not paying attention to his body.In the past, it was because he had a fever, and we didn’t teach him a lesson, so we waited for him to recover.

Wen Mingyu's face turned red, and she almost cried.It's not that painful, but he's so old, and he's not a child!

Wen Mingyu lay on his lap, buried her head in the pillow, remained motionless, and ignored Mu Zhan.But Mu Zhan couldn't bear to do some small tricks, which made him unbearable, so he suddenly raised his head and roared angrily: "You little guard, dare to hit the master, I will sell you!"

Mu Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Master, calm down, I know I was wrong."

Wen Mingyu still ignored him, and after a night, he got better, but it was still a bit awkward to meet Mu Zhan.Until a few days later, during the winter solstice, Wen Mingyu saw Bingxi perform.

Those performers wore skates, gliding skillfully, doing all kinds of amazing moves.

Wen Mingyu looked very excited and wanted to play too.

But Mu Zhan flatly refused, thinking that his illness had only lasted for a few days, and he would get sick again later.

Wen Mingyu curled her lips and muttered in a low voice: "The stinky guard, dare not even listen to the young master's order."

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"

Wen Mingyu's eyes crooked with a smile, "I'm talking about His Majesty's majesty, Linfeng Zhilan, incomparable."

"Yes." Mu Zhan responded flatly, and then refused: "No."

"It's just a few casual compliments, without any sincerity, why would Gu allow you to go, and there is no benefit to Gu."

When Wen Mingyu heard this, her brain twitched for some reason, and she blurted out, "Then let me kiss you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. What kind of impulsive words are not in his head!

He opened his mouth to make amends by saying that he was joking and talking nonsense, but Mu Zhan obviously took it seriously, turned his head and leaned over, stared at him, and said in a low voice: "This is fine."