Maybe he was talking about the past during the day, but at night, Mu Zhan actually dreamed about the past.

At that time, he was not like the tyrant that everyone feared now, with immense power, but just a thin and useless child, so fragile that anyone could kill him. But the greatest danger came from his biological mother

, Shufei.

Because of Concubine Shu's order, he was pinned down in the pool by the palace staff. The water was extremely cold and seeped into the seams of his bones. The cold made his whole body ache and he could not stop trembling. He struggled to get up, but was pinned down again and again.

, the water reached his chest, poured into his mouth and nose, rushed into his trachea and lungs, and forcefully squeezed out the little oxygen left in them. The depression and pain of being unable to breathe overwhelmed him.

He had no strength, no longer resisted, and allowed himself to sink into the cold water.

Slowly, the ice water turned into dirty black mud, thick and smelly, swallowing him up bit by bit, becoming a part of the darkness, merging with the mud, and his body was slowly disappearing...

Suddenly, amidst the rotting smell, a faint fruity aroma suddenly rushed in, which was sweet and obviously did not belong here.

Mu Zhan, who was almost swallowed up by the mud, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red with terrifying scarlet bloodshot eyes, looking for the source of the fruity fragrance, and slowly climbed up from the black mud, as if crawling out of hell.

The evil Shura ghost has a pale and gloomy face, his body is covered in filth, and his whole body seems to be rotten.

He was dragging his heavy legs, and there were countless dry and rotten severed hands grabbing him underneath, trying to pull him down into the abyss. Every step he took was extremely difficult, and he used all his strength, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, tingling with pain.

The pain penetrates to the bones, as if the depths of the soul are being roasted.

His whole body was full of rage, and he was on the verge of madness. He was filled with only the desire to kill and wanted to destroy everything.

But at this moment, a fruity fragrance suddenly rushed into his arms, soft and warm, making him stunned for a moment and his body froze...

Mu Zhan opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare.

There was an extra person in his arms. Wen Mingyu fell asleep and rolled over at some point. He skillfully got into his arms and found a comfortable position.

Mu Zhan's eyes were dark and deep, like the eyes of an evil ghost, staring at Wen Mingyu eerily at night.

Since half a year ago, he pulled Wen Mingyu into bed and asked him to sleep next to him. After that, he would let Wen Mingyu come to him every once in a while, and this time interval became shorter and shorter.

the more frequently.

Wen Mingyu was like an addictive poison to him, with a fatal attraction that made him want to hold it in his hands. At the same time, his reason made him choose to stay away. What's more, Wen Mingyu should be killed.

Mingyu.

Sleeping peacefully because of one person calms the irritable mood. It is too stupid to allow one person to have such a big impact on oneself.

He should have killed Wen Mingyu.

What to keep.

Why not kill.

Mu Zhan raised his pale, cold hand and slowly landed on Wen Mingyu's neck. It was a very beautiful swan neck, slender and fragile, and could be strangled easily.

Wen Mingyu fell asleep deeply and did not notice the danger at all. On the contrary, because of the coldness on her neck, she couldn't help but shrink back and subconsciously dug into Mu Zhan's arms to look for the source of heat.

The soft and fragile prey foolishly bumped into the ferocious beast and took the initiative to deliver it to the door.

He even arched his head towards Mu Zhan unconsciously, rubbing his plush head against it, making him feel slightly itchy.

The sky just turned a little fish belly white.

Wen Mingyu turned over, opened his eyes in a daze, and faced Mu Zhan's face without any defense. She stared at him with her deep and dark eyes, silently, and she didn't know how long she stared like this.

Wen Mingyu was startled. He gathered his strength and asked doubtfully: "Your Majesty is going to court?"

Mu Zhan said coldly: "No bathing today."

Wen Mingyu snorted, her eyelids fluttered, and sleepiness came over her quickly. She yawned, reached out and patted Mu Zhan's arm softly, and said like a coaxing child: "Then continue sleeping."

Mu Zhan stared at him with a heavy gaze, showing no intention of sleeping.

Wen Mingyu glanced at it, feeling a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he reached out and covered Mu Zhan's eyes and said softly: "Close your eyes and you will fall asleep soon. Be good."

After he said this himself, he fell asleep instantly. Mu Zhan pulled off the hand covering his eyelids, and a faint sweet smell penetrated the tip of his nose. He stared at the slender and beautiful hands in front of him, which were even better than the milk cakes made in the imperial kitchen.

The snow-white and delicate texture makes people want to take a bite.

Mu Zhan really did this, as if he really tasted the sweetness, which was much more delicious than the sweetness of the palace snacks. Wen Mingyu fed him snacks, so he might as well send himself over.

The fruity fragrance spread inside the curtain. Mu Zhan smelled it, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep again. It was extremely rare for him to get up late in these years. Zhao Dequan thought that the Holy Emperor was ill, and was worried, so he cautiously came in to take a look.

, but only saw a hazy figure in the tent. The Holy One was holding someone in his arms, sleeping deeply.

Zhao Dequan was stunned for a moment, and immediately pretended that he had not seen anything, and quietly retreated.

Although it was a day of rest, all civil and military officials were on holiday, but being an emperor did not necessarily mean that he would be free. After sleeping until midnight, Mu Zhan got up to wash and change clothes. After having breakfast, he began to deal with political affairs.

Wen Mingyu also went to do his homework, but instead of going back to his study, Mu Zhan asked him to stay nearby. So his homework was sent to the imperial study by Sanxi.

Wen Mingyu concentrated his attention and became very involved in whatever he was doing. He could sit still for several hours. He lowered his head and concentrated on writing. After writing two copies, he put down his hair and unconsciously tilted his head and raised his hand.

Press your neck and if it feels particularly sore, stop and knead it for a while.

At this time, he remembered the story book he read yesterday, the story of the scholar and the noble lady.

Huaben is not in elegant classical Chinese, but in popular vernacular, which is very suitable for reading and relaxing. Because it is telling people to listen to stories, it naturally has twists and turns in the plot and is fascinating. However, it is still in the early stage of the development of Huaben, and the subject matter type

There aren't many, they all seem to be of the same kind.

Wen Mingyu looked fresh at first, but after a while he figured out the routine. He could guess the next direction and ending just by looking at the beginning, and he felt a little bored. At this time, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

, then give birth by yourself.

He came up with the idea of ​​writing a storybook. He didn't think too much about it, it was just a matter of interest. The biggest inspiration was Mu Zhan. He was often so angry with this guy, but he couldn't retaliate at will, so he wrote it into a storybook.

Just let it out.

So, in his spare time, he read the storybook and had a research mentality on how to write it. After he had an idea, he secretly wrote it by himself for fun.

If a tyrant is included in the story as a torturer, of course he will not be the protagonist, but will be labeled as a villain. If nothing else, Mu Zhan's temperament does not look like the protagonist.

How to abuse?

First of all, the villain is extremely unlucky. He seems to be possessed by the god of poverty. He always has no money. He can only own a copper plate at most and cannot afford a bunch of candied haws. The old house at home collapsed, but fortunately no one was injured. Because of the lack of money,

For money, his parents sold him to a wealthy local businessman's house to work as a servant.

The biggest difference between the villain and the protagonist is the halo. The sky is also full of arrows. The protagonist misses perfectly without getting hurt, but the villain will be like a scarecrow, like a hedgehog.

The villain was unlucky and had a high rate of being hit. He developed good skills and was favored by the housekeeper, who chose him as the young master's bodyguard.

The young master has been pampered since he was a child. He is pampered and has a delicate body and expensive flesh. He can be said to be afraid of melting when held in his mouth and broken in his hands. Therefore, he has developed a bit of willfulness, arrogance and fun-loving, and he is well-known in the capital.

The little dandy.

The young master hates restraints, and of course he doesn't like the new guards who prevent him from going out to play, so he deliberately gives the other guard some power, makes things difficult for him with a cold face, and orders the villain to do this or that, so that he can take the opportunity to scold him for not doing well and drive him away.

Throw it back to the steward.

Pouring tea is too cold and too hot, pinching shoulders is too weak to find the right position, waiting for clothes to be changed clumsily, sweeping the floor is not clean... all kinds of nitpicking, and bossing the villain around.

When writing this paragraph, Wen Mingyu felt particularly happy, as if he was really torturing the tyrant in reality, and he couldn't help but laugh.

After playing around for a while, he felt that it was almost done, so Wen Mingyu continued writing.

The young master wanted to drive people away, but the villain was just not used to it at first, but soon became neat and accomplished all the orders very well. It was not easy for the young master to find fault even if he wanted to.

So, the young master changed to another method - bribery.

Give the new guard a favor, draw him over, and then use his cover to sneak out to play. The young master stuffed the villain with a gold leaf and winked at him. As a result, the villain looked down at him expressionlessly.

Returned the gold leaf.

The young master was stunned. He never thought that there are people who don't love money?

The young man on the side came over and told him what he had heard. This man had very poor financial luck. The young master was surprised and curious, so he immediately gave the villain another golden leaf and asked him to take it away. Seeing that he refused to give up, the young master took the same advice.

I did it, but as soon as I took two steps, a little yellow dog came out of nowhere, quickly snatched the gold leaf, and ran away with it in its mouth.

The young master thought this might be just a coincidence and did not believe in evil, so he handed another piece over. The villain took a few steps and suddenly fell. The golden leaf flew out and fell into the lake. The villain fell from the ground.

He got up, his expression remained unchanged, and he patted his clothes calmly, as if he was used to it and was no longer surprised.

At this time, the young master finally believed it, and at the same time he asked with straightforward curiosity: "How do you survive today when you can't hold any money in your hand?"

The villain instantly felt like an arrow had been struck in his heart, and the pain was severe.

However, the young master's words did not contain any malice or ridicule, but he was genuinely confused. This was still his young master. He was bound to the house, and his work included food, housing, and benefits. He could not kill his master.

The young master looked at him for a while, then smiled, his beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons, "What a rare person, please follow me from now on."

The villain raised his head and took a look. The young master in the sunshine had delicate, clear and clean eyebrows, and a strong youthful air. He looked like he had never experienced hardship, and he looked like a blank sheet of paper.

He was approved by the young master. The housekeeper specially beat him, saying that he would be the young master from now on and must be absolutely loyal, even if he uses his own body as a shield, he must ensure the safety of the young master.

The villain lowered his eyebrows and looked calm, as if he was thinking about something. After being scolded by the butler, he looked up, and his dark and deep eyes actually made the well-informed butler shiver.

The villain said calmly: "I know."

After that, he followed the young master every day, playing with cats and dogs, and cleaning up the young master's mess.

After starting to write the storybook, once Wen Mingyu was angered by Mu Zhan, he asked the villain to drop money and destroy the house, and was beaten with a sack.

He was so excited that he couldn't help but dangle his legs under the chair, and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the table, barely holding himself steady. After he came to his senses, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Laugh. It’s so cool.

Every time he finished writing, he would puff on the paper and blow on it to let the ink dry quickly. Then he would fold the paper and carefully stuff it into the dark compartment at the head of the bed. He would also cover it with other things to avoid being inked.

Discover.
Chapter completed!