Wen Mingyu's dream of an imperial teacher was broken and over yet.

He can't afford to be such a teacher and stop doing it.

He shook his head from the bottom of his heart, but the only student was very difficult to deal with. If he insisted, he had to respect the teacher and repay the teacher's kindness, which made Wen Mingyu feel that he could not bear it.

It was obvious that Mu Zhan was just enjoying himself by calling him to pour tea and water, but after reading the homework, Mu Zhan insisted on serving him personally, and was very meticulous and considerate. He kept talking to him while serving him, calling the teacher repeatedly, thinking that, how was the schoolwork done well, and where needed corrections and improvements...

Wen Mingyu was so angry that she felt like she was about to be called out. Later, when she heard the word "Teacher" and her scalp was numb and she was full of thoughts.

After guiding his studies, Mu Zhan gave him a massage, and said gentlely that the teacher was tired. Wen Mingyu couldn't help but glared at him, but the rich fruity aroma and strong wine surrounding him also made him feel a little guilty. After glaring, he buried his head in his arms, like an ostrich.

Because his face was buried, his voice was a little dull, and he muttered like a complaining: "I want to drive you, the evil disciple, out of the sect..."

Mu Zhan seemed to have not heard it clearly, leaned over and asked with a compassionate tone: "What did the teacher say?"

Wen Mingyu didn't think he didn't hear it, it was just intentional, so she ignored him.

Mu Zhan laughed softly, "Let's help the teacher apply medicine first."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment and immediately became furious. But he saw Mu Zhan half-kneeling beside the bed, just rolling up his trousers and pulling them to his knees, revealing his slender and symmetrical calves, just like snow, but red plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.

Wen Mingyu then realized that there were a few bruises on his knees, and the small blue and purple balls were not very serious, but his skin was white and the contrast was clear, so it looked a little scary. It looked very painful.

But Wen Mingyu was dull and didn't notice it after so long. If Mu Zhan didn't know it, it would be enough to say that he couldn't feel the pain. Only when his fingers pressed on the bruise would there be a pain, which was obviously knocking. Wen Mingyu's texture is like this, and it is easy to leave traces when it touches it. Sometimes I suddenly find bruises on my body, and I don't know when it hits it, and I have no impression.

Mu Zhan was holding a small box of delicate medicine in his hand, with dragon patterns engraved on the lid. He dipped some ointment on his fingertips and applied it to Wen Mingyu's knees. He gently slid it open and evenly, and the faint fragrance of medicine spread.

The bruise would not hurt if it was not touched, but it felt painful if it was applied to the medicine. Wen Mingyu felt that there was no need to suffer this, so she wanted to retract her legs and said, "Don't apply medicine, it will disappear by itself in a few days."

As he said that, he was like a prey trying to break free from the hunter's hands, holding onto the soft mattress, backing back, trying to hide inside the bed and sleeping with a quilt.

But as soon as he stepped back, he reached out to pull off his trouser legs. Mu Zhan grabbed his ankle and easily pulled him back, reducing the distance he had just escaped back to zero.

Mu Zhan's voice was low, a little gentle, "I'll be gentle, try not to make you feel hurt, apply the medicine earlier."

For some reason, Wen Mingyu always felt something was wrong when he heard this.

Wen Mingyu was grabbed and continued to apply medicine. He wanted to sneak away in the middle, but he failed. Every time he was caught and pulled back, as if a tug-of-war between a cat who was unwilling to take a bath and his owner.

Wen Mingyu hummed from time to time and said it hurt. Mu Zhan would lighten his strength, but after several times, the strength was already as light as a feather. He still hummed and said it still hurt.

Mu Zhan raised his eyes, curled a little curve at the corner of his lips, and looked at him with a smile.

Wen Mingyu turned his gaze away, but soon turned back, looked straight at Mu Zhan, and said stubbornly: "...it just hurts."

Mu Zhan bent his eyes lightly, "It's because I didn't control my strength."

There was a smile in his voice. He obviously knew that Wen Mingyu was pretending, but he was willing to cooperate.

After that, I applied medicine to my knees, which made me feel cool, which was actually quite comfortable.

Because it is easy to get medicine on your knees when you put down your trousers, Wen Mingyu kept it like this, sitting bent her legs, leaning lazily against the edge of the bed, stepping on the soft mattress barefoot, slightly bent her instep, stretching out a beautiful curve, with a beautiful feeling like a work of art.

Mu Zhan's gaze fell on it, his eyes darkened. After looking at it for a long time, he could not look away.

Wen Mingyu was thinking about things, but she didn't notice Mu Zhan's slightly perverted scene for a while.

He was still worried about what he said when chatting with his colleagues. They wanted to come out together and taste the stinky tofu that could fascinate people.

Wen Mingyu wanted to eat it too, so she couldn't help but tell Mu Zhan about it.

Mu Zhan had never eaten it before and didn't know what it tasted, so he asked the imperial doctor if he could eat it. The answer was yes, but he ate less.

So, the imperial kitchen received the order to make stinky tofu. When I first heard it, the imperial chefs were confused and suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. Such down-to-earth food would appear in the palace? The emperor and the queen also ate it?

In any case, because the queen loves to eat in recent years, Imperial Chef has been able to make her hometown's specialty food and has been recognized and rewarded, which is really a sense of accomplishment.

This time, the imperial chef who will make authentic stinky tofu will show off his skills. And considering the queen's body, it is not too spicy.

When the stinky tofu was brought up, before entering the hall gate, Mu Zhan, who had a sharp sense, smelled it first and couldn't help frowning. What a smell.

Mu Zhan never expected that the name of the food was so frank and straightforward. It was so smelly that it smelled so bad. It was so stinking. It was unimaginable that it was a very delicious thing when you smell it.

Wen Mingyu was also a little surprised by the domineering smell, and then remembered the happy expression of his colleague. He still wanted to give it a try, picking up the chopsticks and trying it, but Mu Zhan grabbed his hand and stopped it.

"Is this thing broken?" Mu Zhan questioned.

Zhao Dequan explained respectfully that stinky tofu is like this, and many people eat it like this.

The blue-black squares emit a stinky smell, and the color, fragrance and smell are not taken into account.

Mu Zhan completely couldn't understand what happened to the person who liked this.

The force of being caught was slightly loose. Wen Mingyu reached out and grabbed a piece of tofu. He took a bite. It was indeed different from what he smelled. It was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, fresh and spicy on the inside, and the taste was unexpectedly good. Even the odor, after smelling it for a long time, became a rich and attractive fragrance.

Wen Mingyu narrowed her eyes, bite it bite by bit, tasted it carefully, and slowly finished eating one piece, picked up another piece and blew it, ready to continue eating.

He raised his eyes and inadvertently met Mu Zhan's sight.

Inexplicably, he saw a cute expression pack from Mu Zhan's expressionless face.

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It's like a cat who is worried about his owner eating shit.

Wen Mingyu was thinking and couldn't help laughing. Then, he picked up a piece of tofu and handed it over to Mu Zhan's mouth, and said sly: "Your Majesty also try it?"

Mu Zhan was originally looking at him, but his lips were tense, as if he was stimulated by the stinky smell on his head, and the expression on his face was a little cracked.

He knew that Wen Mingyu's taste changed a little after she became pregnant. Many of the people she liked before were unable to eat because of morning sickness, but he preferred heavy foods. However, he did not expect that it was so serious that he liked to eat such smelly things.

Mu Zhan opened his mouth calmly and calmly, just about to refuse, but Wen Mingyu moved quickly and skillfully. He seized the opportunity of his mouth and directly pushed the tofu into his mouth. He used to give Mu Zhan a dessert, but he had already developed experience and was very good at dealing with Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan: “…”

The expression instantly became extremely subtle, as if he was fed something.

Wen Mingyu smiled and said, "Your Majesty chew it twice."

Mu Zhan couldn't make it even if he vomited it directly, so he could only chew the tofu in his mouth with a dark face. Then, his expression changed very slightly, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't tell it at all.

Wen Mingyu quickly identified it, raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It tastes unexpectedly good, right? It tastes bad, so I won't give it to Your Majesty."

Mu Zhan swallowed it, then spoke calmly and said, "It's okay."

That attitude is too much to force it no matter how you look at it.

Wen Mingyu asked without hesitation: "Does Your Majesty still want it?"

Mu Zhan didn't say he wanted it or refused.

Wen Mingyu laughed secretly and said, "You can't eat too much, you'll waste it if you don't finish it. Your Majesty will help me share the burden."

This time, Mu Zhan nodded.

Afterwards, Wen Mingyu only ate more than two pieces of food, and the rest went into Mu Zhan's mouth.

Wen Mingyu's lips were so spicy that her lips were red, as if she had been coated with rouge, and the color was very natural and beautiful.

He likes to eat with Mu Zhan like this, and it is very tempting and feels that everything seems to be getting better.

Recently, the weather is hot, and people are like being in a stove. They will sweat when they don’t move, let alone being busy, their clothes will be soaked.

When it is hot, people are prone to become irritable. Wen Mingyu is in pregnancy at this time, and her emotions are even more unstable and her temper becomes bigger.

Wen Mingyu was lying on the bed and sleeping, but tossing and turning, but she couldn't fall asleep. A thin layer of sweat oozed out of her forehead, wetting her black hair, sticking to the side of her face, and her neck was also sticky and uncomfortable.

He turned over and faced Mu Zhan. He was afraid of heat, but now he was even worse, so he wore very little in the hall. The clothes were mainly gauze, which was light and soft, and cool, so when he wore them on his body, he had a hazy beauty that was faintly visible.

He lay on his side, forming a beautiful ups and downs, with his shoulders and necklines down, his slender arms lazily placed, and then a sunken, narrow waist, and slender white legs.

Mu Zhan's eyes were dark, and he couldn't help but reach out to hug Wen Mingyu's waist, trying to bring the person into his arms and sleep as usual, but Wen Mingyu didn't think about it, so he slapped his hand away, frowned and said, "Don't touch it, it's so hot."

With a snap, Mu Zhan's hand suddenly went in the air. After being rejected by politely, his eyes widened slightly, and there was not much expression on his face, but he felt inexplicably wronged that the big dog hook was driven away by his owner.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, staring at her, and couldn't help feeling guilty. She felt that she had just been a little too much and beat her harder. He lowered his eyes in annoyance and whispered: "It's too hot, I don't want to hug you."

Mu Zhan was silent, reached out and gently lifted the semi-wet black hair stuck on his forehead, without touching his skin, and asked in a low voice: "So hot?"

Wen Mingyu nodded with his lips and felt like he was being roasted on a fire rack. It was so hot that it felt uncomfortable and it felt hot if he didn't wear it.

Mu Zhan directly ordered to move to Hanliang Hall.

It was a summer palace specially built in the palace. It was built on water. Water trucks were built inside and outside, driven by hydraulic power. The flowing water caused the fan blade to rotate and sent the air conditioner into the hall. At the same time, it also used machinery to send cold water to the roof, and then let it go straight down the eaves to form a water curtain to achieve the purpose of cooling down. It can almost be said to have a large central air conditioner.*

After sitting down, the water thrusts into the car, the wind hunts the clothes. The water curtains in all corners sprinkle, and the seat contains frozen.*

Live here and the summer will also become cooler.

The imperial doctor once said that pregnant people should pay great attention, not to be hot or cold, the body is prone to weakness when sick, and many medicines cannot be used, which is not good for the fetus, so it is best to try to prevent the possibility of illness.

The imperial doctor reminded him not to be greedy for coolness, but Wen Mingyu is now more afraid of heat than ever before. He can't survive without ice. He also needs Mu Zhan to fan him when he goes to bed, otherwise he will be too hot to fall asleep.

After all, it is necessary to move to Hanliang Hall for a while to avoid the dog days.

Lying on the bamboo couch in Hanliang Hall, Wen Mingyu finally slowly calmed down from a irritable rabbit and was not so irritable. At the same time, Wen Mingyu was even more upset about what happened just now. Although there was a reason, if he hugged Mu Zhan and was opened by a snap, he would definitely feel a little unhappy.

Wen Mingyu wanted to coax Mu Zhan.

He thought for a while, exposed his rabbit ears, rubbed them, lowered his head and leaned over, pulled Mu Zhan's hand to the fleece, and said, "Touch it for you."

Mu Zhan was stunned, as if he was a little surprised. He thought that Wen Mingyu had a hard time getting pregnant and was so hot that he would not bother him. Moreover, the rabbit's ears were fluffy and hung around his face, so it should be even hotter.
To be continued...