A few days after riding the horse, Wen Mingyu couldn't help but start to doubt life.

His hands, legs, and waist were all sore and painful. He couldn't even smile. When he laughed, the muscles in his waist would throb in pain. He didn't dare to move, and he became a useless salted fish.

This was because I soaked my feet in hot water and massaged them after riding a horse. If not, Wen Mingyu really felt that she would be useless.

Even in calligraphy classes these days, when Wen Mingyu held the langhao pen and wrote, his hands were shaking.

Gong Xue was a little confused, but later he heard that he was learning to ride a horse. He suddenly understood and said, "This reminds me of when I learned to ride a horse. At that time, I thought it was the master who tortured me on purpose."

Wen Mingyu said in his heart, I also suspected that the tyrant deliberately tortured me in another way.

Because he couldn't write well like this, Gong Xue's classes focused on speaking, and his assigned homework became reading.

He attended the class seriously and did his homework, but the rest of the time, Wen Mingyu lay down.

When Sanxi walked into the house, he saw Wen Mingyu lying motionless on the couch, his eyes tired and empty, as if he was paralyzed, which shocked him.

"...Sir, are you okay?"

Wen Mingyu didn't move, just tilted his head and glanced at Sanxi lazily, "Oh, I'm fine, I just feel hurt and tired."

Sanxi asked with concern: "Master, would you like to ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look?"

Wen Mingyu waved his hand, "No need, it's just muscle soreness. It will be fine in a few days."

This is actually nothing. He used to work much more tiringly than this, but after crossing over, he never did any work, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while. Thinking about it this way, besides dealing with the tyrant, he was under great psychological pressure here, but not materially.

Are you living a good life?

Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu felt quite subtle. He kind of liked his current life.

The day after his first horse ride, Mu Zhan came over to see him. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wen Mingyu walking as cutely as a little penguin.

Wen Mingyu wanted to beat him to death at first, but then he became numb. Let's see, can he still lose some meat?

Anyway, if Mu Zhan comes to eat with us, the meals will be richer and taste better. There are also benefits for him.

After three days of recovery, Wen Mingyu's health improved a lot.

When Mu Zhan saw that the little penguin was gone, he looked a little regretful.

"Do you still want to learn to ride a horse?"

Wen Mingyu nodded decisively. Although his legs hurt after riding, the feeling when the horse galloped was really great.

However, he said: "Can the training time be shorter? I don't want to limp and be unable to walk again."

Mu Zhan said: "It's just like this at the beginning, and the body will adapt."

Wen Mingyu: "Really?"

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "Generally speaking, that's the case, but you don't know."

Is it a hint that he is too weak?

Wen Mingyu ignored it and went to the martial arts field just like last time.

Day by day, Wen Mingyu continued to train and improve, becoming more and more proficient.

Horse riding lessons are, to be precise, riding and shooting lessons.

Wen Mingyu not only wanted to learn horse riding, but also learned archery.

After Mu Zhan demonstrated to him, he could accurately copy the posture and draw the bow like him, with his back straight, his eyes focused and sharp, and his forearm muscles tightened into beautiful arcs, making him look like a cold and aloof archery master.

Posture.

As soon as he released his hand, the arrow flew out from the string and missed the target.

Mu Zhan stood aside, stunned for a moment, and then laughed again.

"My archery skills are amazing, but my momentum is very good, like a master who can pierce the enemy with a hundred steps."

Wen Mingyu muttered: "...it will happen from now on."

Mu Zhan unexpectedly did not refute, and said: "If you are taught by a lonely person, you are really hopeless if you haven't mastered it yet."

Wen Mingyu twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded and said, "Yes, after all, the person who taught me is the most powerful His Majesty in the world."

Mu Zhan did not deny it, accepted the compliment calmly, and continued teaching.

Because they were teaching archery step by step, there would inevitably be some close contact. Mu Zhan stood behind him, holding him in his arms, pointing out movements, talking about techniques, and even putting his legs between his legs and his knees.

Push it up to make his legs spread wider.

Whenever this happened, Wen Mingyu would freeze unconsciously and be enveloped by the smell of strong alcohol.

In fact, he never likes to get too close to others. He will be conditioned to be on guard and very resistant. But he doesn't seem to be too disgusted with Mu Zhan's touch. The smell of alcohol will make him tipsy, and he may even feel drunk in a trance.

An eerily familiar feeling.

Wen Mingyu tilted her head and looked at Mu Zhan's handsome profile, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Although the Dog Emperor has a moody personality, his face is really impeccable. If it is placed in a future TV series,

He must be a stunningly beautiful villain, but if he is not careful, his appearance will follow his facial features.

At this time, Mu Zhan suddenly turned his head, looked at him with his dark and deep eyes, narrowed slightly, and said lightly: "Want to be punished?"

Wen Mingyu immediately turned around and stared at the target with a very serious look on his face.

After practicing for several days, Wen Mingyu finally hit the target for the first time. He jumped up with excitement on the spot and exploded with joy.

He subconsciously looked at Mu Zhan, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were curved, with an expression that said, "I am so awesome, please praise me."

Mu Zhan was silent for a while, then raised his hand and put it on the top of his head. He purred softly, harshly but with a hint of praise, and touched his head, as if he were treating the sticky little breasts rolling around his legs.

Cat, but perhaps because he rarely does this kind of thing, he didn't control his strength well. He touched the person and made him fall back, staggered, and almost fell.

Wen Mingyu looked confused.

Mu Zhan grabbed his arm in time and pulled him back. When he saw that he was standing firm, he immediately let go, his face expressionless, as if nothing happened just now.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mu Zhan quietly, and unconsciously touched the top of his head.

I feel weird in my heart.

At the beginning, Wen Mingyu was assigned a doctorate in calligraphy, and it was Mu Zhan who asked him to read memorials.

After Wen Mingyu learned all the commonly used words, he did occasionally start this job. However, some officials like to quote scriptures and use some uncommon words, which makes them look particularly knowledgeable and profound. At this time,

What Wen Mingyu thought out became——

"I thought it was a good thing that Zhou Shangshu kept his mouth open for the sake of Sun Shilang. It was actually a blessing, and I also kept my mouth..."

Just like when he used to read novels on Xingwang, the plot was originally quite normal, but after blocking the words, it became imaginative, making him blush and his heart beat faster.

Wen Mingyu felt that he was not reading a memorial, but reading a mosaic of pornography.

Just, it's embarrassing.

Moreover, Mu Zhan started laughing as he listened. At first, he lowered his head and put his hands on his face, laughing silently. Later, he laughed louder and louder without any scruples.

You are just making fun of him!

Wen Mingyu was indignant and wanted to throw away the memorial and quit. The dog emperor should go and cool off!

But, it didn't take long for Mu Zhan to feel like he had had enough, or in other words, he had figured out Wen Mingyu's temperament and knew that he was on the verge of getting mad, so he stopped teasing him, making people reluctant to get up or down.

"come over."

Mu Zhan seemed to suddenly remember something, and waved to Wen Mingyu, with a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Mingyu walked over, muttering in his heart, wondering why he was going crazy again.

As soon as she stood in front of Mu Zhan, her wrist was grabbed and pulled. Wen Mingyu had to fall down and sat on Mu Zhan's lap. She was not as solid as a chair, so she couldn't help but worry about falling.

.

Wen Mingyu was a little stiff, and she felt even worse when Mu Zhan opened his palm to reveal a golden chain.

Mu Zhan didn't seem to notice, he leaned over slightly, put his hand on his calf, followed it all the way down, wrapped his ankle with his palm, gently unlocked the lock with one hand, and put the chain on with a click.

The chain is very thin, but also unique and delicate. Against Wen Mingyu's cold white skin, there is an inexplicable sense of desire.

Mu Zhan hooked his fingers on the anklet and stared at it, feeling very satisfied.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but shrink his legs after being stared at, and said dryly: "...Your Majesty, can it be done so quickly?"

What I just said two days ago has been done now. The tyrant wouldn't have had this plan a long time ago.

"Not too fast?" Mu Zhan raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Wen Mingyu immediately smiled obediently and shook his head, "No, I'm just a little surprised. The chain is very beautiful, much better than I imagined."

"If you like it, you're not allowed to pick it off."

"A bath too?"

"Um."

"Okay~"

Wen Mingyu nodded, Mu Zhan glanced at him darkly, rubbed his fingertips against the skin next to the anklet, and the force was a bit heavy, leaving a faint red mark. He smiled and said meaningfully: "

Tethered, let's see where you can run."

His expression was calm, and his tone was still smiling, as if it was just a casual joke.

When Wen Mingyu heard this, his heart skipped a beat and his scalp felt slightly numb.
Chapter completed!