Learning words is naturally not only about knowing the meaning of the word, but more importantly, learning to use it, which naturally involves deeper things such as grammar.

It is not enough to just study. Outside the classroom, Wen Mingyu also needs to read more books. This is the same as when learning English, reading foreign original works and original soundtracks of film and television works to hone his language sense.

Gong Xue acted in a strict and orderly manner, but he was not pedantic. His words were difficult to read and scholars did not like to discuss them, and they did not want others to know that they had read these things. Gong Xue, however, would not let Wen Mingyu read the words.

Instead, I recommended a few books to him, and he occasionally read them outside of class, so that he could relax and study at the same time, combining work and rest.

In this way, Wen Mingyu started to read the storybook, and since he could read ten lines at a time and read very quickly, he naturally needed the storybook to be sent continuously.

The water in the palace is deep, and the guards patrol day and night, changing the guard in shifts. It seems that the huge palace complex is protected impregnably, but someone has a conspiracy. Not all the palace residents inside are loyal to the emperor. There are always some people with evil intentions outside.

A chess piece of a certain force.

If Zhao Dequan hadn't ordered people to keep an eye on Wen Mingyu during this period, he probably wouldn't have been able to find it, because the problem was with a certain page in the storybook.

Zhao Dequan's godson noticed something was wrong and handed over the storybook he was going to send to Wen Mingyu. His face was frighteningly white. Zhao Dequan had a bad feeling. When he took it over and took a look, his face immediately turned very ugly.

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What is written above...

The people behind it want to kill people.

Not only Wen Mingyu, who would have read this story, but also those who dealt with it, would probably die.

Zhao De's face was as white as paper. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to hand over the script to the Holy One and let the Holy One make the decision. After all, even if he concealed it now, if the Holy One knew about it in the future, his death would only be worse.

Mu Zhan glanced at the storybook presented to him, frowned and said, "Zhao Dequan, do you think you have the time to read the storybook?"

Zhao Dequan buried his head deeply and answered with great respect: "This is the storybook I want to hear from Young Master. There are... inappropriate things in it. Please ask your Majesty to read it."

Mu Zhan guessed something and reached out to pick up the storybook.

There was an unusual silence in the palace.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Zhao De's face. He felt as if he was being roasted on a fire rack, and as if a sharp guillotine was hanging above his head. It would fall down and chop off his head at any time, which made him feel extremely tormented.

A sneer suddenly came from above.

Zhao Dequan still lowered his head and did not dare to move.

"The ignorant old guy dared to put his hand into Gu's palace. Zhao Dequan skinned the person who delivered the message and hung it on the door of Duke Rongguo's mansion."

Zhao Dequan shuddered and hurriedly knelt down in response. He tried his best to suppress his fear and begged in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I am the godson of the slave. I checked the script and saw the problem, but also the content. I dared to plead for mercy. I want to ask your Majesty how it is."

Disposal..."

Mu Zhan's expression was cold, his eyes were filled with abnormal scarlet bloodshot eyes, full of gloom and murderous intent. It seemed that there was no living thing in his eyes. "This is not urgent. Send the storybook to Wen Mingyu first.

I'm very curious about his reaction after seeing it."

Zhao Dequan was startled and couldn't help but look up suddenly, but as soon as he touched Mu Zhan's eyes, he immediately lowered his head deeply and put his forehead to the ground.

"...Yes, I'll go right away."

Zhao Dequan bowed and exited the palace gate, feeling extremely complicated and even more frightened. Sure enough, even if the Holy Lord looked very fond of the person, he would still kill him if he was told to kill him.

The content in the storybook is taboo. If Rong Guogong's people were successfully delivered to Wen Mingyu, he would definitely be killed if he saw it, but he stopped him and asked to be sent over. He didn't want to kill Wen Mingyu.

What could it be for.

Zhao Dequan didn't have much luck in surviving, because the incident had not yet passed. The Holy Spirit's murderous intention was not gone, so no one was safe.

Wen Mingyu didn't know anything about it. After he received the story book, he read it as usual. When Zhao Dequan sent the book, he had just finished reading the book in his hand. He still had some unfinished thoughts and was ready to continue reading.

Zhao Dequan opened his mouth, hesitating to speak, but finally backed down.

Wen Mingyu flipped through the pages quickly. It was a storybook that used stories to describe different customs and customs in different parts of the dynasty. The writing was humorous and interesting. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't even know when Mu Zhan came. And the palace

People knelt down and saluted without making a sound. This was Mu Zhan's request.

Finally, Wen Mingyu turned to that page.

When he took a look at it, his first reaction was that it didn't fit in with the previous article. It was strange. Could it be that this was a pirated book?

After being stunned for a second, he came to his senses and closed the book with a snap, as if it was not a book but some kind of man-eating monster.

Wen Mingyu's back was tingling, and he was even breaking into a cold sweat. He should have been keenly aware of something wrong when he saw the first word. Now he glanced at it, and the entire page was instantly printed in his mind. He has a photographic memory.

His skills are very important at this time.

When Sanxi wanted to tell the secrets of the harem, he stopped him and refused to listen. In the end, he still stumbled here. Who is so vicious and wants to kill him?!

Wen Mingyu's heart was filled with chills, and his tail was so frightened that he popped out, a small snow-white ball, moving uneasily under his buttocks, as if this was his true body.

He was just thinking about pretending that he had read nothing and secretly destroying the script, but he never expected that when he raised his head, he would look into the eyes of Mu Zhan, one of the protagonists in Secrets of the Palace.

For a moment, Wen Mingyu was so frightened that his soul flew away.

He could feel his tail coming out. It would have been better if it was hidden in his pants, but if the ears on the top of his head...

He quickly raised his hands to cover his head with his big sleeves, lay on the table and coughed heartily, half true and half false, he was indeed frightened and choked, but he coughed harder just to cover up.

The emotional ups and downs were so great that he couldn't control it at all. The rabbit ears came out and hung softly on the side of his face, as timid as he himself was.

He accidentally learns the secrets of the palace, and his true identity is about to be exposed again.

What the hell kind of Shura field is this?! He is dead!

Wen Mingyu was coughing when he suddenly felt a hand on his back, touching it gently and gently helping him calm down. Normally, he would be grateful, but this man is a tyrant. Really

To give him luck? Not to peel off the skin and bones? That wasn't a hand at all, but a poisonous snake crawling across it!

Moreover, you can't touch the rabbit's back...

Wen Mingyu felt a numbness, like an overwhelming wave, sweeping over his sanity, making him almost unable to resist his instinct. He wanted to transform from a ball of fur into a soft white rabbit cake, stretch out his paws and legs, and expose his belly.

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He couldn't help but let out a whimper, a small sound that sounded pitiful.

The hand on his back paused suddenly, and for some reason, he took it back.

Although if he took it back, he would probably have to face the problem of secrets, Wen Mingyu still breathed a sigh of relief quietly, because if he touched it again, he would probably be unable to resist and turn into a lop-eared rabbit.

If one is seen with fluffy ears and tail, he will definitely be identified as a monster. In ancient times, he would be burned to death.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly put away his rabbit ears, and at the last second when Mu Zhan held his wrist and held it aside, he was forced to reveal his head. It was extremely dangerous to hide it.

Mu Zhan reached out, pinched his chin, and forced him to raise his face.

The ends of the eyes are red, the eyes are wet, and the thick eyelashes are wet with tears, and they stick together, like delicate flowers wetted by rain, extremely fragile. It makes people want to take good care of them, but it also easily breeds an indescribable desire.

, I want to crush the delicate petals and watch the juice slowly flow out.

"You're crying before I even say anything?"

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes very complicated.

Wen Mingyu coughed and said, "...I didn't cry."

It's just that I coughed so hard just now that I felt like my lungs were about to be coughed up. Tears were nothing.

Her eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and a drop of crystal tear slid down her cheek, flowed to her chin, and touched Mu Zhan's finger. Mu Zhan scraped it lightly, and the fingertips were wet, and tears fell below. There is a saying.

The feeling of not being able to leave.

Wen Mingyu felt itchy and shrank unconsciously, but was immediately squeezed tighter and felt a faint pain. He did not dare to move.

"What did you just see?"

Wen Mingyu swallowed nervously, "...I didn't see anything, I can't read."

Mu Zhan smiled and said, "Really? Let me tell you Gu Nian."

Wen Mingyu: "..."
Chapter completed!