Wen Mingyu and Huo Hongyu got to know each other well. After they became friends, they talked a lot without realizing it, and naturally they would talk about their own affairs.

Because he did not participate in official battles, his family style was simple, and compared with other princes and nobles, the Anning Palace had a much more casual life. In some respects, he was even like ordinary people, without so many rules. It's like, Huo Hongyu got into trouble because of his bad skin, and An Ning started chasing him with a stick. In the upper class circle, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to lose face?

Wen Mingyu was amused when he heard him tell a lot of interesting things about the family. Duke An Ning and his wife didn't know that their image was completely ruined by their son.

Huo Hongyu also complained about his family's birthday banquet, and his parents gave him nasty pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but he is a scumbag, and he has a headache every time he reads, why torture him!

"By the way, when is your birthday? Go out and have fun together."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a while, he really didn't know. He didn't know the original owner's birthday. He was an orphan who was abandoned in the orphanage, and he didn't know the exact date. The dean took the day he arrived as his birthday.

In fact, Wen Mingyu rarely celebrates birthdays. He feels that that day is the same as every other day, it is no different, and it is not important.

Before he said it, Huo Hongyu thought of it first, "The sage will definitely hold a birthday banquet for you in the palace, how can you go out, I'm stupid. Remember to invite me then, I will definitely prepare a surprise gift for you, Guaranteed you can't guess anything."

Seeing that he insisted on an answer, Wen Mingyu said: "I'm not only a birthday, you don't need to give gifts, and the Holy Master didn't say to hold a birthday banquet."

Huo Hongyu didn't quite believe it. Putting his age in the future, he is indeed only a junior high school student, but in ancient times, it was time to get married in a few years, and it was not that he did not understand everything.

After getting along during this period of time, he could see how much Mu Zhan pampered Wen Mingyu, which was obviously very unusual. He was sure that the sage liked Wen Mingyu, but he just didn't know how deep the feeling was.

Huo Hongyu said seriously: "Let's not say anything else, the sage is really good to you, it's unbelievable. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely think that someone else was talking nonsense. The sage didn't say it, was it because I didn't You know? Birthday is so important, you must live it well. If you tell him, it will be different. I feel that no matter what you say, he will agree to you."

Wen Mingyu retorted subconsciously, "How is it possible. "

Do you really think of him as some kind of evil concubine?

Huo Hongyu didn't mean to joke at all, and couldn't help but whispered: "I think, in the eyes of the sage, there are only two kinds of people, one is you, and the others are monkeys. Oh no, then we can't be regarded as People."

Wen Mingyu was amused.

There is another point, Huo Hongyu didn't say it, it is very strange that the sage did not give Wen Mingyu the concubine status. Because Shengshang and Wen Gongzi always stay together, he subconsciously thinks that he is a favored concubine, but after hearing the name of Wen Gongzi, he suddenly realizes that he has no status.

Huo Hongyu didn't feel that the sage didn't value Wen Mingyu because of this. Instead, there was a sense that the sage paid too much attention to people, so he felt that this position was not enough, and he had to make a big difference.

In the end, with Huo Hongyu's perseverance, Wen Mingyu said his birthday.

"Isn't that coming soon?!" Huo Hongyu's eyes widened, and he realized that he didn't have time to prepare gifts. This was still in the hunting grounds, so he could only find samples from what he brought. How does this work? Too casual and careless!

He also said, "It doesn't matter if I can come or not, but there must be a birthday feast here." His

tone was extremely determined, as if he could predict the future.

Wen Mingyu laughed.

"If you don't, I'll hold a small game for you, and I'll go back and tell my parents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people ran away in a hurry, and Wen Mingyu couldn't stop him.

the other side.

Mu Zhan was dealing with political affairs. When he was resting in the middle, he stopped, and Zhao Dequan, who was beside him, immediately served tea and snacks that were just warm enough to eat.

Seeing the delicate pastries, Mu Zhan couldn't help but flash Wen Mingyu holding the peach blossom cake in his mind, his eyes shining brightly, and he was eating it happily.

He also picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

very sweet.

Zhao Dequan saw that the Sage was in a good mood, and after figuring out the Sage's will, he said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I remember, Young Master Wen likes peach blossom cakes very much."

Mu Zhan responded lightly.

Zhao Dequan added, "Your Majesty is really fond of Young Master Wen. Yesterday, Young Master Wen wanted to eat such an expensive fish, so His Majesty ordered someone to make it. Young Master Wen enjoyed it very much. The good fortune."

Yesterday, the imperial kitchen used the plump and tender carp to make several delicious dishes, such as sweet and sour pork loin, braised carp, and milky white and sweet fish soup.

The fishbone was a bit too much, but I have to say, it tasted great.

When the palace servants served Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu for dinner, they could not help but spit out the rich and seductive fragrance, and all the greedy worms in their stomachs were pulled out.

Later, the two masters ate it. Zhao Dequan, as the highest-ranking general manager among the servants, gave priority to tasting it. A chopstick was put into his mouth, so delicious that he even swallowed his tongue. He followed the emperor and was fortunate enough to be able to eat the royal meal that the saint had eaten. This mouthful is how much gold you eat.

Before, because of Chi Bibai's bold and vicious words, Zhao Dequan was worried that something would happen to Mr. Wen, but when he saw the relationship between Shengshang and Mr. Wen yesterday, he immediately felt that he was worrying. I really want to get angry, how can I eat such an expensive fish just because I want to eat it.

When eating fish, Mu Zhan ate very little, and almost all watched Wen Mingyu eat it. Wen Mingyu eats attentively, but it's not ugly, but she has a kind of free and easy willfulness, and every move is very straightforward, which makes people feel that the meal is very delicious and has an appetite.

Moreover, the relaxed and casual eating does not look like sitting in front of a tyrant at all, but next to someone close to him.

Mu Zhan looked at it, and his mood improved unconsciously.

Wen Mingyu was halfway through eating, and found that Mu Zhan didn't eat much, so he asked suspiciously, "Does Your Majesty not like to eat fish? No, I have seen His Majesty eat it before. This fish is very delicious and delicious~"

He stretched out his hand A large piece of fish was placed in Mu Zhan's bowl, which was still very tender. But when he was about to let it go, his hand suddenly turned in mid-air, clipped it back to his side, and placed it on a clean empty porcelain plate in front of him.

Zhao Dequan was a little shocked and dumbfounded when he saw this scene. Is Young Master Wen playing a trick? So bold!

Mu Zhan didn't react much, raised his eyebrows and continued to look at him.

Wen Mingyu paused for a moment, and seemed to realize that his actions were easy to misunderstand, so he said, "Your Majesty, wait a minute,

there are a few fish bones." After speaking, he lowered his head and carefully picked out the fish bones with his chopsticks. When he came out, he also paid great attention to maintaining the integrity of the fish meat. After he had selected everything, he picked up the fish meat and put it in Mu Zhan's bowl. He smiled sweetly and said, "In this way, Your Majesty can eat it directly without worrying about the fish bones. Come on. Taste it, it tastes good~"

His eyes were round and bright, wet, like some kind of small animal, when he looked at you so eagerly, no one could refuse.

Under his expectant gaze, Mu Zhan ate the fish, nodded and praised: "It's delicious."

Zhao Dequan noticed the slight curvature of the corners of Mu Zhan's mouth, thinking that he had also picked fish bones for the sage before, that reaction But it's completely different. Immediately afterwards, he saw something even more different. The sage also took a piece of fish, picked out the thorns, and put it in Wen Gongzi's bowl.

Zhao Dequan didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to cover his heart, feeling that he was dead.

Wen Mingyu was stunned when she saw the extra fish in the bowl, then she bent her mouth and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty~"

He had also thought about the picture of his family picking fish bones for him, but he didn't expect to pass the time. At this point, the tyrant helped him achieve this, giving him this simple warmth.

His eyes were slightly sour, he hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to be eating seriously, and stuffed the fish into his mouth.

Maybe it was a little hypocritical, but he really wanted to cry.

Why is Mu Zhan not his father?

Dad's age is not suitable, and it's good to be a big brother...

If Mu Zhan could hear what he said in his heart, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

Because he was thinking about something, when Wen Mingyu was eating fish meat later, he was not careful enough, and suddenly felt a pain in his mouth and was poked by the fishbone.

He frowned involuntarily and let out a pained cry.

Mu Zhan leaned over almost instantly and asked with a sullen face, "What's wrong?"

Too embarrassed. I just picked out the fishbone for Mu Zhan, saying that I don't need to worry about being stabbed, but I got caught so quickly. Wen Mingyu felt ashamed, covered her mouth, and did not speak.

Mu Zhan: "Is there a fishbone in my mouth?"

Wen Mingyu was embarrassed to death, but he knew that if he didn't answer, Mu Zhan would definitely not give up, so he nodded tearfully.

Mu Zhan frowned and grabbed his wrist, "Take your hand away."

Wen Mingyu let go according to her words, thinking that he was going to use some method to make him swallow the fishbone, but he did not expect that Mu Zhan directly pinched his Chin, ordered: "Open your mouth, look alone."

This, this is not necessary?

Mu Zhan came over with a look, Wen Mingyu could only hum, and opened her mouth reluctantly, always feeling weird in her heart.

Mu Zhan's handsome face is close at hand, even the eyelashes are clearly rooted, and he can see it very clearly. He has a cold outline, a straight nose, and light-colored thin lips. He has kissed it before

... The more uncomfortable Mingyu is, the whole person is like an exploding hair ball, bowing his back vigilantly, baring his teeth and screaming fiercely, trying to jump away and run away.

He could even feel Mu Zhan's warm breath caressing his face, causing an unbearable itch, which made him want to turn his head away, but his chin was bound by Mu Zhan and couldn't move. Not only that, but after he opened his mouth, Mu Zhan put his finger inside and helped him take out the fishbone.

Mu Zhan had to go deeper because he pierced the cheek meat close to his throat. Wen Mingyu couldn't help widening her eyes, she was shocked, she couldn't help but tense up, she wanted to speak and refuse, but her tongue accidentally touched Mu Zhan's finger, and she immediately retracted in shock.

The time it took to get the fishbone out was very short, but Wen Mingyu felt extremely long, every second was like a year, and every sense of it seemed to be infinitely magnified.

He was caught in a situation where he couldn't advance or retreat. He wanted to close his mouth, but his lips touched Mu Zhan's fingers, as if he was licking a kiss, and in turn opened his mouth wider, as if he was actively showing his softness. place.

The long eyelashes trembled helplessly, and could only let out a vague whimper, hoping that the torment would end soon.

Finally, Mu Zhan said, "Okay."

Mu Zhan pinched the fishbone between his fingers and took it out.

Wen Mingyu no longer felt any pain, she closed her mouth and pursed her lips subconsciously. As soon as he lowered his head, he could see Mu Zhan's wet fingertips. Wen Mingyu's ears were hot, and he quickly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.

Mu Zhan didn't stop him, just looked at it like that, and touched Wen Mingyu's red eye with the other hand, and said, "Are you crying in pain?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "...No."

But As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that he wanted to cry because of Mu Zhan's actions, and it was normal for his eyes to be red. This is even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, after he denied it, Mu Zhan did not ask, but let him continue to eat.

It's just that Mu Zhan took the fish to his side, and he chose the fishbone before giving it to Wen Mingyu. Wen Mingyu was surprised: "No, Your Majesty, I can do it myself..."

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "And then got stabbed again?"

Wen Mingyu stared at him and closed his mouth, lowered his head to eat obediently, and whispered. Said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Dequan, who watched the whole process: "..."

He felt that he was really superfluous. In fact, it is entirely possible for him or other palace servants to pick the fishbone, which is what they should do. But how could Zhao Dequan be so ignorant, he stood quietly in the corner the whole time, trying to reduce his sense of existence and acting as a background board competently.

Back to the present.

With a word from Zhao Dequan, Mu Zhan silently recalled, and found that he really made an exception many times because of Wen Mingyu, and did many things that he would never have done before, and it seemed that he became less and less like himself. There is no bottom line like this, and he indulges people to be lawless, how can he be like a tyrant.

Mu Zhan suddenly said in a deep voice, "Gu is really letting him go too far. He shouldn't be allowed to be so presumptuous, there are no rules."

Zhao Dequan raised a question mark when he heard this.

rule? What are the rules? The sage in the palace is the rule, and whatever the sage says is unacceptable. Now that you say that, doesn't the sage feel a little strange and contradicting himself?

Of course, Zhao Dequan also thought about these words in his heart, and would never dare to say them.

Not long after, Wen Mingyu came to accompany Mu Zhan for afternoon tea. This is also the norm. When Mu Zhan was working, he often let Wen Mingyu stay by his side, even if he did his own thing.

Mu Zhan pushed the pastry over, and Wen Mingyu naturally picked up a piece and ate it. The picture overlapped with what Mu Zhan thought just now.

After chatting for a while, Wen Mingyu took a sip of tea, and his eyes drifted to Mu Zhan again.

Huo Hongyu said that Mu Zhan was very good to him, and everything was up to him. If he proposed, Mu Zhan would definitely agree.

This is an exaggeration, but after seriously recalling it, I have to say that Mu Zhan is really good to him, and it can be called pampering and pampering.

Of course, Wen Mingyu didn't think Mu Zhan would agree to what he said. It's just that Mu Zhan is much more tolerant of him than others.

Wen Mingyu thought and hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, I chatted with Huo Hongyu just now."

Mu Zhan's face was cold and uninteresting.

Wen Mingyu said again: "We talked about the birthday."

Mu Zhan continued to be cold, and when he heard "we", the temperature was even lower.

"Does Your Majesty know when my birthday is?"

Mu Zhan is someone who doesn't care about birthdays, and he didn't react sharply just now, but he will understand.

"When?"

Wen Mingyu said with a smile, "It's the day after tomorrow."

Mu Zhan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect it to be so close.

Wen Mingyu held her chin in both hands, a small flower bloomed, tilted her head, and smiled obediently: "Can I ask Your Majesty for a birthday present?"

Mu Zhan nodded without hesitation and said, "What do you want? "

Wen Mingyu paused, and seemed a little hard to say, pursed her lips, and didn't say it for a while.

Mu Zhan: "Say, it's just a gift, I can afford it."

"This gift, I'm a little too far ahead. Your Majesty is busy, so forget it..." Wen Mingyu hesitated, but in the end he was still staring at Mu Zhan. Looking down, he said slowly, "I want to eat noodles made by His Majesty."

"Noodles?" Mu Zhan never expected that it would be such a gift.

Wen Mingyu waved his hand and said quickly, "I just thought of it suddenly, it's not really what I want, I like everything your majesty gives, and your majesty is usually good enough to me."

Mu Zhan ignored his words directly , preferring The head asked Zhao Dequan, "Is the birthday noodles a longevity noodles?"

Zhao Dequan bowed his head and replied respectfully, but his heart was full of storms. Does the Holy Master mean to agree?

If he didn't have amnesia, the sage just said that he couldn't let Young Master Wen go any longer, and he wanted to let him know the rules. Or cook the noodles yourself! Does it hurt to slap yourself in the face?

Mu Zhan ignored Zhao Dequan and said to Wen Mingyu, "Gu can make you longevity noodles."

His tone was flat, as if this was just a trivial matter that he didn't care much about.

Wen Mingyu was stunned, he just wanted to test it out, but he never thought that Mu Zhan would really agree. Is someone going to make him his own birthday present now? According to legend, the longevity noodles that everyone eats on their birthdays? !

Wen Mingyu finally came back to her senses, with a surprised look on her face, she rushed towards Mu Zhan without thinking, and hugged the bear with a hug.

"Your Majesty is so nice! I like His Majesty very much!"

When he was excited, he spoke without any scruples.

Zhao Dequan's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and when he looked up secretly, his heart couldn't help but be sweetened. Although it is out of courtesy, who can refuse such a sweet beauty?