Wen Mingyu was amused by the idea that suddenly popped into her mind, making her laugh or cry.

How can it be?

But when Mu Zhan looked around the house and walked back to the bed again, his expression returned to normal, Wen Mingyu's heart collapsed a little, and he had to suspect that Mu Zhan was really looking for the hidden wild man just now.

Wen Mingyu blinked his eyes twice and asked tentatively, "What are you looking for, Your Majesty?"

Mu Zhan sat down on the edge of the bed with a natural expression, calmly denying: "No."

"...Oh."

Wen Mingyu tried her best to hold back her smile , raised his head with an expression that I didn't know anything, and said innocently, "I like to read my book and eat in bed. It's bad manners. Will Your Majesty punish me for this?"

Mu Zhan heard the words, and then he noticed the head of the bed. There was a plate of dried fruit and an unclosed book of words. Compared to what he had guessed at first, this was nothing at all. In normal times, he would have learned a lesson or two, but now, his emotions are a bit complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

In the end, he simply threw a sentence, "As you like." He was

too lazy to care.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help laughing, her tone was very sincere, "Your Majesty is so nice."

Mu Zhan snorted coldly, noncommittal.

Wen Mingyu moved and wondered if she should get up. After all, the emperor is here, and he can't justify sitting lazily on the bed... Wait, it doesn't seem to matter?

He took a peek at Mu Zhan and looked at the expression, as if he didn't mind this kind of thing.

So Wen Mingyu leaned back lazily, sat side by side with Mu Zhan at the head of the bed, pulled the snack plate, opened the script, and shared enthusiastically.

"Do you want to eat it, Your Majesty? It's delicious."

Wen Mingyu picked up the half-eaten dried fruit, stuffed it into her mouth, and continued to bite and eat happily.

Mu Zhan tilted his head to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "It's like a rabbit."

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, subconsciously covering her head to hide the rabbit ears, but she couldn't touch anything. He turned his head to look suspiciously and looked a little flustered, because there was something in his mouth, so he could only make a vague mumble, a little frightened.

On the other hand, Mu Zhan looked calm, not as if he had discovered the secret, but just complained about his food appearance for a while.

Wen Mingyu let out a sigh of relief, rolled her eyes, and said vaguely while eating the dried fruit, "Your Majesty is praising me, the rabbit is fluffy and looks so cute."

Mu Zhan decisively denied it, "No, Gu just said, you Like a rabbit, it eats uncontrollably and won't stop. Gu is very suspicious that if no one is watching, you will eat yourself to death."

"..."

Although some rabbits do this, does he look so stupid? ? gas.

Wen Mingyu was about to reach out and take another piece to eat. Hearing this, he put down his hand silently, and then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly picked up a piece of cherry cake and slammed it into Mu Zhan's mouth when he was not prepared.

"Your Majesty, try this! I like it very much!"

Mu Zhan sat lazily, unprepared, and was caught in the act. His mouth was full of sweetness, and it quickly spread in his mouth, melted softly, and turned into sugar water. So sweet as if my teeth were hurting.

Mu Zhan's expression froze, frowned, and became quite speechless, his face dark and terrifying. If others saw him, he would definitely shudder and sweat and just want to run away, but Wen Mingyu has rich experience and first-class skills in smoothing the hair. Not only did he not run, but he took the initiative to lean over, smiled and said with a bright face: "It's really delicious, I said. Is that right? When I ate it for the first time, I thought that His Majesty must also try it. I heard that some new ingredients were added, and the fusion was superb..."

He said with great interest, Mu Zhan said. With a gloomy face, he swallowed the cake in his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "

It's unpalatable . Next time, I'll kill you alone."

"Okay~" Wen Mingyu was not afraid at all, and agreed obediently, a piece of hair on the top of his head that was messed up, shook it as he tilted his head, as if this was his body, "I am After eating delicious food, I wanted His Majesty to try it too, but I won't do it in the future~"

Mu Zhan ignored it, picked up Wen Mingyu's notebook on his lap, and opened it.

The first thing I saw was an illustration, rolling green hills, waterfalls flying down 3,000 feet, shrouded in mist, as if covered with a hazy veil, like falling into a fairyland.

"Luocheng." Mu Zhan saw it at a glance.

"Yes, yes, this book introduces the unique beauty of various places. It is said that there is a fairy spring in Luocheng, and the illustrations are very beautiful." "

General."

"Have you been down?!

"

It's just that he went to Los Angeles not to play, but to lead troops to fight. The city of Los Angeles is prosperous, with shops lined up one by one, crowded and crowded, people from all over the world, and even blond and red-haired foreigners gathered on the streets, making it extremely lively.

Luocheng is well-known for its commerce and trade, and it is also a border town. Frequent internal and external trade brings prosperity during the stable period, but when the war starts, it bears the brunt of the battle, and it is the first pass for the enemy to attack the city.

The former emperor was incoherent and fearful of war. When the savage Huns invaded, he would rather give up the city of Los Angeles in exchange for a temporary peace agreement. Mu Zhan took the initiative to request to fight, stay away from the luxurious and peaceful capital, plunge into the sea of ​​corpses and blood, with countless new and old wounds on his body, nine deaths, but he did not regret the slightest retreat. A dignified prince, with such a fearless aura, boosted his morale, throwing his head and pouring blood, the soldiers fought bravely, built an indestructible city wall with flesh and blood, defended the family and the country, and died.

In the final victory, Mu Zhan held the military power in the palm of his hand, like a demon descending, with a bloody murderous aura, he suddenly joined the fight for the throne, killed everyone by surprise, and became the only winner.

Therefore, what he saw was not the beautiful scenery, but the wailing and cries of the people in the chaos of the war, the blood flowed into rivers, and the corpses on the ground were stiff and smelly and could not be buried. Take care of others.

The green mountains and green waters he saw were not as beautiful as in the picture at all. Some were just lifeless and dark, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and corpse.

Wen Mingyu didn't know about these. Mu Zhan was not in the mood to speak.

When Wen Mingyu pointed curiously at the strange plants in the illustration and asked if they looked the same as in the painting, whether they were really that good-looking, etc., Mu Zhan answered lazily.

The sentence is short, the tone is flat without fluctuations, it sounds rather perfunctory, but it just describes the scenery he saw when he was surveying the terrain and laying an ambush. its borders.

Wen Mingyu, who had never traveled before, listened at this time, and his interest became more and more high, and he moved forward unconsciously, almost sticking to Mu Zhan. His eyes were bright, as if they were glowing.

Mu Zhan was talking, his eyes fell unconsciously on Wen Mingyu's face and stopped.

Wen Mingyu was in a hurry, pulled his sleeve and said, "And then? Then?"

Mu Zhan put his hand on the back of his neck, like a pet, and gently stroked along the fur. Wen Mingyu felt a little itchy, but she didn't resist. Instead, she liked this kind of touch. It's even worse these few days. When I saw Mu Zhan, I felt a desire to let him touch me, and the back of my neck was inexplicably hot.

Therefore, now that Mu Zhan touched it like this, he did not hide, but urged him to continue with his eyes.

Mu Zhan squeezed the back of his neck lightly, like a little pet that was disobedient and arrogant. After a while, he continued slowly.

The bad memories of Los Angeles were slowly covered by new memories at this time. In the future, when Mu Zhan thinks back, it is not only the painful and dying war, but the green scenery, and the soft and sweet voice, the moist and bright eyes of the young man, looking at him seriously, the clear eyes are full. It's his alone figure.

The warm sunlight cuts through the darkness, and vivid, bright colors are heavily smeared in place of black and white.

They were sitting on the bed, chatting casually, and before they knew it, an hour passed by like this.

Afterwards, when Zhao Dequan watched the palace servants clean up the bedding, he couldn't help but think, before, if someone told him that the sage would one day sit on the bed with someone to eat and chat, the atmosphere was very harmonious, the sage was surprised. Be patient, he hasn't killed the person yet, he will definitely think that the person is crazy and can't be saved. But now, it just happened, and it couldn't be more real.

He really admired Mr. Wen from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't know how he did it.

The author has something to say:

Mu Zhan: Like a rabbit, will you die if you keep eating?

Jade cub fried hair: how is it possible? I'm not that stupid!

Later, the lop-eared rabbit jade cub was too full to be paralyzed, and Mu Zhan rubbed his bulging belly.