"Who is that?"

Mu Zhan's eyebrows were filled with frost, and he looked coldly at the three people chatting and laughing in the distance. The man in green actually touched Wen Mingyu's hand, and then said something unknown. Wen Mingyu raised his head and smiled happily.

In this situation where he was out of control without knowing it, Wen Mingyu still smiled so brightly when he was not around, which made him feel extremely unhappy. A strong murderous intention quickly surged up, his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and his expression was gloomy.

, I just wanted to chop off the hand that touched Wen Mingyu.

Zhao Dequan keenly noticed the change in the emperor's mood, and his heart tightened, and he quickly replied: "Your Majesty, that is the second son of the Minister of Civil Affairs, Wei Yunlan."

Mu Zhan's narrow and deep eyes were filled with coldness, "When will the son of a minister be able to enter and leave the palace at will? There are no rules."

Six ministries were built around the palace, and it was tacitly allowed for the children of officials to occasionally visit their fathers. However, this is a side entrance to the palace and does not enter the center, so it is not considered a violation of the rules.

Of course, Zhao De did not dare to say any of these words and could only lower his head, secretly thinking that the second son of the Minister of Civil Service might be in bad luck.

Fortunately, when Mu Zhan came, their conversation had come to an end. After hearing Mingyu say goodbye to them, he turned and left. He walked towards the palace and naturally noticed Mu Zhan standing a few feet away.

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, but subconsciously walked over quickly, stopped in front of him, looked up at him and smiled, "Why is Your Majesty here? What a coincidence."

Mu Zhan glanced at him and his tone was colder than usual, "Unfortunately."

No better than you and them.

Wen Mingyu was confused and looked at Zhao Dequan, who was standing aside, with questioning eyes. But he was helpless and could only secretly signal the direction Wen Mingyu was coming from.

Wen Mingyu frowned and thought for two seconds, then suddenly let out an oh, and seemed to understand. He took a few steps to catch up, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to tug Mu Zhan's sleeve, then let go and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't you?"

Are you curious about what I just said to Dr. Gong and the others?"

Mu Zhan didn't respond, his dull expression clearly showed no interest, but when Wen Mingyu let go, he suddenly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly.

Wen Mingyu didn't show any surprise or other reactions. Apparently this happened a lot and he was used to it.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to know? But I really want to say it. The doctor said that if I want to, he is willing to recommend me to study in the Imperial College."

Mu Zhan paused in his steps and turned to stare at him with extremely oppressive eyes. Anyone else would have been sweating and trembling with fear, but Wen Mingyu had already adapted to it after more than half a year, and was often on the verge of angering the tyrant.

Dapeng spread his wings, tested and acted wildly, and finally passed the test safely. His psychological quality made a qualitative leap, and he mastered some skills to coax the tyrant.

Just like now.

Wen Mingyu's eyebrows were crescent, and she looked directly at Mu Zhan, smiling and saying, "But, I don't want to go."

Mu Zhan was silent for a while and asked: "Why?"

Wen Mingyu said without hesitation: "Because of this, I can't have meals with Your Majesty. There is a public kitchen in the Imperial College, so everyone must have meals together. I came back very late after a day of classes. Your Majesty

I’m also very busy, so maybe it’s hard to meet up with me, so I think it’s good as it is now.”

As his words slowly came out, Mu Zhan's expression gradually softened, and the murderous intention towards Wei Yunlan just faded away. His anger subsided, and he said calmly: "You can make your own decision on this little matter."

He looked like he didn't care.

But Wen Mingyu had long seen that Mu Zhan had a strong desire to control. Sometimes his eyes were so mind-numbing, as if he wanted to tie him up with a rope and keep him in Mu Zhan's sight all the time.

Inside.

Wen Mingyu smiled innocently and harmlessly, and went back to have dinner with Mu Zhan naturally.

The atmosphere returned to normal. Wen Mingyu snickered secretly, feeling that the tyrant was actually quite easy to coax sometimes.

However, he did not know what happened when he went to court the next day.

Mu Zhan sat on the distinguished dragon chair in the center, expressionless, looking down at the courtiers. He didn't speak much, but he always pointed out the key points accurately after the ministers gave their speeches.

"Wei Aiqing."

Mu Zhan suddenly called his name. The Minister of Civil Affairs was startled and hurriedly stood out of the queue. He felt uneasy and suddenly had an extremely bad premonition.

Facts have proved that his hunch was right.

Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes, with a cold face, and directly pointed out the corruption problem of his subordinates, and unceremoniously scolded him for improper supervision and ineffective work. He scolded the waiter until his face turned red and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish.

Mu Zhan has never naively thought about governing the court in a very clear way. The noble families of the major families are deeply entrenched and intertwined. It is not a good thing to be pushed into a hurry. As long as the courtiers do not go too far, he will choose to turn a blind eye.

Close one eye.

At the same time, whatever shady things the people below do are done, they have good ready-made handles, and they are in their hands. When it needs to be rectified, they can directly dig up the rotten roots and remove the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.

As soon as Mu Zhan opened his mouth, he removed the official positions of two people under Wei Shilang and severely punished them. Then he said in a cold voice: "Wei Pu, since you have dedicated your life to serving the imperial court for many years, I will only fine you five years' salary. I hope you will take care of yourself. Don't do it."

If you let me down again, it won’t be that simple next time.”

Mr. Wei's head was buzzing, and his back was running cold with sweat. He knelt on the ground and thanked the Lord for his kindness.

In this matter, not only the Minister of Wei, but also all the court officials were beaten and warned. They all realized that all the things they did in private were seen by the Holy Spirit. For a moment, none of them could restrain themselves.

Less, just put your tail between your legs and be a good person.

Above the court hall, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Mu Zhan: "Sun Aiqing, it's your turn."

The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance was suddenly called upon, and he was so frightened that his Tian Ling Gai almost flew up. With the lesson learned from Wei Shilang, he knelt down on the ground with a conditioned reflex.

Mu Zhan looked down and said calmly: "I asked you to report the finances, what are you asking for on your knees?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Finance was stunned, raised his eyes and took a peek at the face of the Holy Emperor, then carefully got up, stared at the wat tablet in his hand, and played the music one by one.

After hearing this, Mu Zhan said directly: "The renovation of the Imperial College is not urgent. It will not be a big pain. A good environment is not conducive to cultivating the strong will of the prison students. This money will be used to build the academy first. The admissions will be divided according to their status regardless of their status."

Regardless of the level of knowledge, children from poor families will be exempted from forced cultivation."

The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue immediately agreed. The matter of the public academy had been mentioned before, and the Holy Emperor also took out money from his own private treasury, which shows how seriously he attaches importance to it. However, the renovation of the Imperial College has been postponed? He also said that the harsh environment

Is it helpful to test the prison students? I am afraid that someone in the Imperial College has displeased the Holy Emperor.

The Minister of the Ministry of Finance does not show it in writing, but it has been repeated thousands of times in his mind.

After finishing the important matters, he announced his withdrawal from the court.

After Mu Zhan stood up and left, the ministers also turned around and walked out of the hall one after another. However, they were not in a hurry to return home. Instead, they signaled each other with their eyes. The various factions met together to discuss what had just happened. What did the Holy Spirit mean by this move?

And how should we act.

All the major political parties have conducted complex speculations and analyses, but they have never imagined that all this is just because the person sitting on the throne is jealous.

And inside the Imperial College.

As a century-old school, it is inevitable that some of the facilities will be outdated. For example, the window seat where Wei Yunlan was sitting had a small gap and could not be closed tightly. The wind came in from the outside and blew loudly.

The blow made Wei Yunlan's forehead feel cold and he sneezed twice in a row.

A supervisor next to him said: "Yun Lan is a little unlucky. There is air leakage here and it is very cold."

"I heard, isn't it going to be repaired?"

"Yes, but it won't be until next year."

"I started renovating as soon as I graduated. How come I missed it so perfectly?"

Wei Yunlan stuffed the gap with a cloth and rubbed his nose, thinking that it would be a good thing for his junior brother to enter the Imperial College later, just in time for the repairs, and the environment would be much more comfortable. However, he never thought that the delay in repairs would have anything to do with him.

What's more, it would be different if Wen Mingyu entered the Imperial College now.

Because Wen Mingyu had just taken a big exam yesterday, it was time for a happy weekly holiday.

The most relaxing posture is, of course, to return to the original shape of a rabbit.

So, Wen Ming Yuping withdrew from the palace and went wild in the small world by himself, no one could see him.

The imperial dining room will deliver different delicacies every day, including palace snacks and preserved fruits. Among them is a kind of dried fruit. I don’t know what kind of fruit it is made from. It has a hard texture and is difficult to chew. But Wen Mingyu likes it very much and just uses it to make it.

Got a teething stick.

On the bed, a palm-sized lop-eared rabbit was holding a piece of sweet dried fruit in its two paws. It tried to chew on it. It only took a long time and only a small piece was chewed. If it weren't for the bite marks on it,

Now, it's almost negligible.

The dried fruit is only finger-long, but Wen Mingyu is in the shape of a mini rabbit. Holding the dried fruit is like holding a giant pillow. It is a bit difficult to wrap it around with the short paws. He tilts his head and bites the edge, and it hangs down softly.

Her bunny ears swayed with her movements, her body became more and more crooked, and finally she fell on the soft brocade quilt.

Because he was so focused on nibbling, he didn't care when he lay down. Instead, he would roll around unconsciously, holding the dried fruit and gnawing in different movements. Sometimes he would hold the dried fruit and put it on his belly, with his short legs hanging in the air, and occasionally kicking twice.

Next, sometimes he turns over and lies on the bed, with his chubby white butt sticking out, burying his head in chewing. Sometimes he lies on his side, half-squinting his eyes, showing his little milk teeth, and bites the dried fruit.

He has a fierce face.

Before I knew it, I was rolling back and forth on the bed, rolling in a big circle.

He finally ate up less than half of the dried fruit.

Wen Mingyu hugged the dried fruit, he couldn't help but squeaked a little, feeling full of accomplishment. He just kept his mouth open, and the saliva inevitably flowed down. He hurriedly licked the dried fruit and smacked his mouth.

Fortunately no one saw it.

How can I curl up into a ball of fur by myself, sleep with my belly exposed, collapse into a piece of rabbit cake, roll over and over, chew the dried fruit until the glistening drool is on it, don't worry about it all.

Cool.

Wen Mingyu felt so comfortable that she flew up until a sudden sound came from outside - the Holy Lord has arrived.
To be continued...