"Who is that?"

Mu Zhan looked coldly at the three chatting and laughing in the distance. The man in Tsing Yi actually touched Wen Mingyu's hand, and then he didn't know what to say. Wen Mingyu raised his head and smiled happily.

This kind of situation that he was not in without his knowledge and out of control, Wen Mingyu still smiled so brightly, which made him extremely unhappy, and the strong killing intent surged up quickly, with scarlet bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and his expression was gloomy. , I just want to chop off the hand of that person who touched Wen Mingyu.

Zhao Dequan keenly noticed the changes in the saint's emotions, and his heart was tense, and he quickly replied: "Go back to your majesty, that is the second son of the official servant, Wei Yunlan."

Mu Zhan's narrow and deep eyes revealed a coldness, "When will it be? The son of the servant can also come and go in and out of the palace at will?

And here is the side door palace road, not entering the center, in fact, it is not a violation of the rules.

Of course, Zhao De didn't dare to say these words, he could only bow his head, secretly thinking that the second son of the official minister might be out of luck.

Fortunately, when Mu Zhan came, their conversation had come to an end. Wen Mingyu said goodbye to them and turned to leave. He walked in the direction of the palace, and naturally noticed Mu Zhan who was standing a few feet away.

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, but subconsciously walked over quickly, stopped in front of him, looked up at him and smiled, "Why is Your Majesty here? What a coincidence."

Mu Zhan glanced at him, his tone was colder than usual , "Unfortunately."

No better than you and them.

Wen Mingyu was puzzled and looked at Zhao Dequan next to him with inquiring eyes. But he was helpless and could only secretly signal the direction Wen Mingyu was coming from.

Wen Mingyu frowned and thought for two seconds, then suddenly sighed, he seemed to understand, a few seconds later... unconsciously stretched out his hand to pull on Mu Zhan's sleeve, then released it again, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty does not Curious what I said to Dr. Gong just now?"

Mu Zhan didn't respond, his flat expression was obviously disinterested, but when Wen Mingyu let go, he suddenly grabbed his wrist and hooped him tightly.

Wen Mingyu didn't have any surprise or any other reaction. Obviously, this happened a lot, and he was used to it.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to know? But I really want to say yes. The doctor said that if I wanted to, he would recommend me to study at the Guozijian." Mu Zhan paused, turned his head to stare at him, his eyes were extremely oppressive. If it was someone else, he would have sweated and trembled with fear, but Wen Mingyu has already adapted to it after more than half a year. He often spreads his wings on the edge of angering tyrants. With a qualitative leap, he has mastered some skills to coax tyrants.

Just like now.

Wen Mingyu raised his eyebrows and looked straight at Mu Zhan. He smiled and said, "However, I don't want to go."

Mu Zhan was silent for a while and asked, "Why?"

Wen Mingyu said without hesitation, "Because In this way, I can't have dinner with Your Majesty. There is a public chef in the Imperial College, and everyone must have a meal together. I came back from school all day, and it was very late. Your Majesty is also very busy, and it may be difficult to meet each other. , so I think it's good for now."

As his words slowly came out, Mu Zhan's expression gradually softened, and the killing intent he had just had towards Wei Yunlan also faded, his anger subsided, and his expression was flat and said: " This trivial matter, you make up your own mind."

He seemed to be indifferent.

But Wen Mingyu has long seen that Mu Zhan's desire to control is particularly strong, and sometimes the look in his eyes makes the scalp numb, as if he wants to tie him up with a rope, and has to stay in Mu Zhan's line of sight all the time. Inside.

Wen Mingyu smiled innocently and harmlessly, and went back to eat with Mu Zhan naturally.

The atmosphere returned to normal, Wen Mingyu snickered secretly, feeling that the tyrant was actually quite coaxing sometimes.

However, he did not know what happened when he went to court the next day.

Mu Zhan sat on the most noble dragon chair in the center, expressionless, looking down at the courtiers. He didn't say much, but he always pointed out the key points precisely after the minister played.

"Wei Aiqing."

Mu Zhan suddenly called the name, and the minister of the Ministry of Personnel was startled, and hurriedly stood out of the queue, feeling uneasy, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Facts have proved that his hunch was correct.

Mu Zhan squinted his eyes, his face was cold, and he pointed out the corruption problem of his subordinates directly. He unceremoniously scolded him for improper supervision and ineffectiveness.

When the water is clear, there are no fish.

Mu Zhan has never naively thought about making the imperial court extremely clean. The noble families of the major families are deeply rooted and intertwined, and it is not a good thing to be in a hurry. As long as the courtiers don't overdo it, he will choose to turn a blind eye.

At the same time, whatever shameless things the people do below are good ready-made handles, and they are in their hands. When it comes time to rectify, they directly dig up the rotten roots and draw wages from the bottom of the pot.

As soon as Mu Zhan opened his mouth, he took off the official positions of the two servants of the Guardsman, punished them heavily, and then said coldly: "Wei Pu, Nian, you have worked hard for the court for many years, and only fined you five years' salary, I hope you will do it yourself, don't Let Gu down again, next time, it won't be so simple."

The guard's head buzzed, and the cold sweat broke out on his back. He knelt down on the ground, thanking Lord Long.

This matter, not only the guard, but also all the courtiers were beaten and warned. They all realized that the things they did in private were all seen by the Holy Spirit. All of a sudden, all of them restrained a lot, holding their tails and being human.

Above the hall, it was so quiet that the needles could be heard falling.

Mu Zhan: "Sun Aiqing, it's your turn." The

Minister of the Ministry of Housing was suddenly named, and the sky was so frightened that the sky was about to fly up. With the lessons learned from the Servant of the Guard, he threw a conditioned reflex and knelt on the ground.

However, Mu Zhan looked down and said lightly, "I asked you to report your finances, why are you kneeling and begging?" The

Minister of Household was stunned, raised his eyes and glanced at the sage's face, and then he cautiously got up and stared at his hand. The wat board is played one by one.

After listening to Mu Zhan, he directly said: "The repair work of the Imperial College is not urgent, and the suffering will not go anywhere. On the contrary, a good environment is not conducive to cultivating the firm determination of the supervisors. The money will be used to build the academy first. Depending on the level of knowledge, the children of the poor family will be reduced or exempted from cultivation.”

The Minister of the Household responded immediately, the matter of the public academy was mentioned before, and the sage even took out the money from his private treasury, which is enough to show his importance. It's just that the renovation of the Imperial College has been postponed? Also said that the harsh environment is conducive to testing supervisors? I am afraid that someone in the Imperial Prison has offended the sage.

The Ministry of Accounts is still not obvious in writing, but it has already turned a thousand times in my heart.

To finish the matter, he announced his retreat.

After Mu Zhan got up and left, the ministers also turned around and walked out of the hall one after another, but they did not rush back to the palace, but gestured to each other with eyes, and the factions made an appointment to discuss the matter just now. how to act.

The major parties have carried out a complex guess and analysis, but they can't think of it, all this is just because the person sitting on the dragon chair is jealous.

And in the Imperial Prison.

As a century-old school, it is inevitable that the facilities are somewhat old. For example, the window seat where Wei Yunlan sat, the window had a small gap and could not be closed tightly. The blowing made Wei Yunlan's forehead go cold, and she sneezed twice.

A supervisor next to him said, "Yun Lan is a bit unlucky. It's very cold here because of the air leaks."

"I heard that it needs to be repaired?"

"Yes, but it will be next year.

" Did I miss it so perfectly?"

Wei Yunlan plugged the slit with a cloth and rubbed her nose, thinking that it would be a good thing to hear that the younger brother entered the Imperial College later, just in time for the repairs, and the environment would be much more comfortable. However, he never imagined that the delay in repairs would have something to do with him, let alone that if Wen Mingyu entered the Imperial College now, it would be different.

Because there was just a big exam yesterday, Wen Mingyu had a happy holiday once a week.

The most relaxed posture, of course, is to change back to the original shape of the rabbit.

So Wen Ming Yuping retired from the palace servants, and he was alone in the small world, and no one could see it.

The imperial kitchen will deliver different delicacies every day, palace desserts, candied fruit, among which there is a dried fruit. I don’t know what kind of fruit it is made of. It has a hard taste and is difficult to chew, but Wen Mingyu likes it very much, so I happened to use it to make it. molar stick.

On the bed, a lop-eared rabbit the size of a slap, holding a piece of sweet dried fruit with both claws and claws, nibbled hard, but after biting for a long time, only a small piece was gnawed, if it wasn't for the bite marks on it is almost negligible.

The dried fruit has long fingers, but Wen Mingyu's rabbit shape is miniature. Holding the dried fruit is like holding a giant pillow. It is a little hard to hold it with small short claws. His bunny ears swayed with his movements, his body became more and more crooked, and finally he fell on the soft quilt.

Because he was too focused on chewing, he didn't care when he lay down, but instead rolled around unconsciously, holding the dried fruit in different movements and chewing. Sometimes the dried fruit is held on the stomach, the short legs are hanging in the air, occasionally kicking twice, sometimes turning over again, lying on the bed, the chubby snow-white ass pouting, digging into the air, sometimes sideways. Lying down, half-squinting, baring his little milk teeth, biting on the dried fruit, his face is fierce.

Unconsciously, I rolled around on the bed, rolling in a big circle.

The dried fruit was finally devoured by him.

Wen Mingyu was holding the dried fruit, she couldn't help but feel a little shy, full of sense of accomplishment. It was just that he kept his mouth open, and the saliva was inevitably a little unstoppable. It flowed down, and he hurriedly dried the fruit and sighed.

Fortunately no one saw it.

How can I shrink into a ball of hair all by myself, sleep on my back with a small belly exposed, collapse into a rabbit cake, roll over and over, and gnaw on the dried fruit with sparkling saliva, don't care.

Cool.

Wen Mingyu flew up freely, until there was a sudden sound from outside - the sage is coming.

What followed was the movement of the palace servants hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

The mini lop-eared rabbit, who was still immersed in the joy of eating dried fruit, was instantly stunned. How come this time? So early this morning?

After being stunned, Wen Mingyu reacted and immediately changed back into a human form. She hurriedly hid in the bed and put on clothes. The more you hurry, the easier it was to make mistakes. was opened.

The first thing Mu Zhan saw was Wen Mingyu's blushing face, slightly open clothes, and messy black hair, as if he had just exercised intensely, which made people wonder.

The air cooled down instantly.

Mu Zhan's eyes were dark, with a cold light, and his face was very ugly. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and slammed open the quilt, but there was no other person hiding inside. All he could see was the looming legs under the hem. The insteps were beautifully curved, as white and flawless as snow. The gold chain on the top is a beautiful embellishment.

Then, the legs seemed to be scalded by the scorching hot gaze, and shrank unconsciously.

Mu Zhan stared at it for a while, looked away, got up and looked around the room, expressionless and calm, his eyes swept over the corner of the cabinet under the bed and other places where he could hide, but no one was found.

His face softened a little, and the hostility around him gradually dissipated.

On the bed, Wen Mingyu was so frightened that her heart was beating wildly because she almost exposed her original shape. At the same time, she felt the pheromones released unconsciously by Mu Zhan, and she couldn't control her body softening, and she realized that Mu Zhan was getting angry.

But what is he mad at?

Wen Mingyu looked at it blankly, and found that Mu Zhan seemed to be looking for something.

Finally, Wen Mingyu's mind flashed, and she understood what the subtle familiarity of the scene in front of her was.

Zhenggong catches the rape scene of Xiaosan.

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Yuzai shut up instantly, and then rolled on the floor laughing.