As soon as the imperial edict was issued, everyone in the Rongguo Duke's mansion was executed.

The veteran minister from three dynasties who once had great wealth and high self-esteem was completely defeated overnight, leaving only blood splattered on the ground.

This incident caused quite a stir in the court.

Especially those from the Rong Guogong faction who believed that Mu Zhan ascended to the throne was unjust and unjust, and were dissatisfied and secretly engaged in small tricks. They originally thought that Mu Zhan would be wary of the old forces and try to win over them, so they were a little arrogant and presumptuous.

But this time, they all saw Mu Zhan's attitude.

The countless crimes that brought Duke Rong down were all horribly detailed. The young new emperor was not afraid of them, and had the ability to eradicate them with ruthless means and no mercy. They were afraid that

He became the next one to be guillotined, and for a moment he felt like he was shrinking.

Wen Mingyu, who lives in the palace, has no idea about these things. He is worried about going to the martial arts field. He will not resist learning some boxing and kicking skills, but if the teacher is Mu Zhan, he will be a bit stressed.

The martial arts performance field is spacious and flat, with a large open space for training.

When Wen Mingyu arrived, he realized that Mu Zhan didn't want to teach him how to fight. He saw that the palace servants had brought a horse. It was tall and mighty, with strong limbs, bright eyes, and a thick and shiny mane.

A good horse.

As soon as Mu Zhan stretched out his hand, the palace attendant immediately handed over the reins respectfully.

"Ever ride a horse?"

Wen Mingyu shook his head, but there was obviously deep yearning and curiosity in Ma's eyes.

Logically speaking, you should first talk about theory and precautions at the beginning, and then practice. But Mu Zhan is not a person who follows the conventional route.

He chose to go directly.

Wen Mingyu only felt a sudden gust of wind beside him. In the blink of an eye, he saw that Mu Zhan had easily climbed onto the horse and was sitting firmly on it. His shoulders were wide and his legs were long, and his figure was tall and straight. The dark horse made his elegant temperament even more perfect.

Cool, like a natural luminous body.

He stretched out his hand towards Wen Mingyu and said, "I will take you for a walk first."

Wen Mingyu's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't expect to be able to ride it right away, but... how to carry it?

He was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and hesitantly handed over his hand.

Mu Zhan probably thought that it would be difficult for him to get on the horse, so he withdrew his hand. Before Wen Mingyu could react, he leaned over and held his waist, lifted him into the air, let him sit in front of him, and then

, did not let go of his hand, his arms lay across Wen Mingyu's waist, holding him possessively.

Mu Zhan was tall and strong, while Wen Mingyu was tall but thin. She looked a little petite against him, as if she was completely imprisoned in Mu Zhan's arms.

This scene, in the eyes of the palace people, was quite exciting and shocking. Zhao Dequan was rarely relatively calm inside, and seemed to think this was normal.

After all, after what happened last time, the Holy Emperor did not kill Wen Mingyu. After talking to him, the anger and murderous intention subsided, and Zhao Dequan realized what a special existence Wen Mingyu was.

Others only saw Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu riding a horse together, with intimate postures and amazing grace. But in fact, Wen Mingyu was much more difficult to endure than they imagined.

Because he was so close, his whole body was wrapped in Mu Zhan's powerful pheromones, like a dense net with nowhere to escape.

He frowned slightly and leaned forward cautiously, trying to put some distance between him and Mu Zhan. However, as soon as Mu Zhan moved the reins, the horse obeyed the command and moved forward. Wen Mingyu had to fall back due to inertia and bumped into her slightly.

Mu Zhan's back was tightly pressed against his strong chest, and the heat was transmitted through the fabric, even making Wen Mingyu's back feel hot and numb.

All the little sneaky moves just made were instantly nullified.

The tip of Wen Mingyu's nose was filled with strong pheromones, and the smell of strong liquor was somewhat intoxicating.

He blinked and said dryly: "...Your Majesty is in a good mood today?"

Mu Zhan's calm voice came, "Shang Ke. Why do you say that?"

Wen Mingyu: "..."

That, I smelled it.

Although the smell of alcohol is a bit strong, it smells pretty good. If you concentrate, your consciousness will be clear, so it's not a big deal. The most important thing, of course, is that Mu Zhan is in a good mood and is much safer. He doesn't have to worry about stepping on thunder.

So, Wen Mingyu relaxed a little, diverted his attention, and allowed himself to concentrate on feeling the freshness and excitement of horse riding.

Mu Zhan said he would teach him personally, and he actually became a teacher. He took him around the martial arts arena on horseback and told him many horse riding skills on the way.

Mu Zhan's words were concise and his tone was slow and lazy, but he got to the point straight away, making Wen Mingyu, a novice, understand what he wanted to do immediately.

After completing one lap, Mu Zhan did not stop there, nor did he ask Wen Mingyu to dismount, and they continued to ride together.

However, he handed the reins to Wen Mingyu and let him try.

When Zhao Dequan saw this scene, he felt nervous. It was too dangerous for someone who had never ridden a horse to hold the reins. But this was a decision made by the Holy One and could not be discussed. Of course, he did not dare to speak out.

Wen Mingyu suddenly had a rein in his hand, and he was actually very nervous, as if he had picked up a hot potato, and wanted to throw it out, but at the same time, there was an eagerness to try, which kept rising in his heart.

In the end, the latter prevailed. Anyway, there was an old driver behind him. If something really happened, he didn't believe that Mu Zhan would not care about it. After all, he himself was on the horse.

Wen Mingyu was smart. He listened to the explanation very carefully just now and memorized everything. In the first practice, he did not do anything randomly, but followed Mu Zhan's instructions very carefully.

He straightened his back, stared straight ahead, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at the reins in his hands and the horse in front of him.

From Mu Zhan's angle, he could just see his tense but pretending to be calm profile, pursed his lips vigorously, and followed exactly what he had just taught him, so well-behaved.

Mu Zhan moved unconsciously, and the hand around Wen Mingyu's waist tightened, startling him unexpectedly.

Wen Mingyu turned around hurriedly, "What did I do wrong?"

He did a perfect job and was a very good and serious student.

However, Mu Zhan is not a serious teacher.

However, his expression remained unchanged and he did not show it. He stretched out his hand to hold Wen Mingyu's rein hand, gently hooked his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "The grip is too tight, relax a little."

Wen Mingyu obeyed the instructions, and the voice in his ears was mixed with a strange hoarseness, but he didn't even notice it.

Two hours passed.

At the end of the first horse riding practice, Wen Mingyu was carried off the horse. When her feet touched the ground, she was so weak that she was a little unsteady, as if she had just finished some indescribable strenuous exercise.

Mu Zhan seemed to have expected it and helped him easily.

Then, Wen Mingyu walked forward as usual, and a sudden pain hit his thigh. It was so hot that he unconsciously opened his legs and walked, cautiously and slowly, like a little penguin.

Almost at the same time, a low laugh came from above his head.

Wen Mingyu suddenly looked up, and sure enough he saw the corners of Mu Zhan's mouth raised with an obvious smile.

The dog emperor laughed at him!

Wen Mingyu became so angry that he lost all reason for a moment. He threw away Mu Zhan and walked forward angrily, but because of the pain in his legs, he couldn't walk fast at all. Instead, he looked more like a swaying penguin chick.

I can't say they are very similar, I can only say they are exactly the same.

When the palace people heard that Mingyu shook off the Lord's hand, they were startled. They were terrified, thinking that the Lord would kill someone in anger, but they never expected that the next second, the Lord laughed out loud, not a sneer, but very cheerful.

He was laughing like crazy. His face, which had always been expressionless and gloomy, suddenly became a little more lively as if the ice had suddenly broken.

When Wen Mingyu heard the laughter, he froze instantly. He turned around and looked over in disbelief, his eyes widening.

In fact, as soon as he took two steps, he regretted it. He was worried about why he was so impulsive and what to do if he angered the tyrant. Wasn't he looking for death?

As a result, what he heard and saw...

Wen Mingyu was furious this time.

Dog Emperor!
Chapter completed!