After Mu Zhan took a look at his study progress, he took the person to his side again.

Coincidentally, it was almost dinner time, which gave Wen Mingyu the illusion that the tyrant had come all the way just to invite him to eat together.

Maybe it's because he loves to eat just by looking at him. Someone has said before that when you see him immersed in cooking and eating so deliciously, you can't help but feel that the food is delicious and you have an appetite.

When he walked out of the palace gate, Wen Mingyu looked at Mu Zhan's back in front of him. Somehow, he felt like a parent picking up a child after school to go home for dinner. He subconsciously asked: "Your Majesty, what are we eating today? Yes.

Crystal meat?"

Mu Zhan paused for a moment and looked at Zhao Dequan who was following behind. Zhao Dequan was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood and answered no, but he mentioned some of the palace delicacies that would be served tonight, which were as delicious as crystal meat.

Wen Mingyu nodded and said, "I like these dishes too."

But the tone was still a bit disappointing.

It was as if there were invisible ears hanging down from the top of his head, and even his hair had no energy, expressing his emotions very bluntly.

Zhao Dequan looked at it and couldn't help but want to touch his head. He thought, "I'll give you whatever crystal meat you want. You can eat whatever you want, and you'll be satisfied." But it's a pity that he is not a saint, so

I can only think about it in my heart.

Mu Zhan took one look and said, "So greedy for words."

Wen Mingyu blinked his eyes innocently.

But when it was time for dinner, Wen Mingyu was surprised to find crystal meat on the table. After thanking His Majesty crisply, he took a piece and put it in his mouth, squinting to taste it.

Mu Zhan also took a piece, chewed it and swallowed it without much reaction.

While eating, Wen Mingyu looked up and saw Zhao Dequan holding a wine flask and pouring it into the cup in front of Mu Zhan. The wine flowed down and spread the alluring aroma.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and wanted to drink.

Mu Zhan felt his gaze and raised his eyes to look at him. Zhao Dequan said respectfully: "Young Master Wen, this is fruit wine. You are not old enough to drink it, so you shouldn't drink it."

In the ancient times of Blue Star, there were age limits for drinking, men had to have a crown, and women had to have hairpins.

In terms of age, Mu Zhan is actually not yet old, but because he ascended the throne as emperor and needed to deal with government affairs, the crowning ceremony was also brought forward.

When Wen Mingyu heard this, he realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

Zhao Dequan disagreed, but Mu Zhan didn't care much about these rules and restrictions. He took a sip from the wine glass and said, "Let him drink. He will bear the consequences of getting drunk."

Zhao Dequan had no choice but to pour some fruit wine for Wen Mingyu and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, don't be too greedy. It's easy to get drunk for the first time."

He was afraid that Wen Mingyu would get drunk and act crazy, which would anger Mu Zhan. During this time, there was more Wen Mingyu in the palace, and Mu Zhan's sleep became better, and the number of times he got angry and killed became less. He didn't want Wen Mingyu to be like this

died.

Wen Mingyu heard his reminder and smiled gratefully, but he was not really worried at all. Because he had drank while working before and had a good capacity for alcohol. This was fruit wine, and the alcohol content didn't look high. Drink a small amount.

Give it a try and taste it, it's definitely fine.

He confidently picked up the cup and took a sip. As expected, the taste was very good, mellow and delicate, with a slight astringency on the tip of the tongue and a long aftertaste. After one sip, one couldn't help but take another sip.

Wen Mingyu ate and drank at the same time, and he finished one cup without realizing it.

Then……

He is drunk.

He underestimated the ancient wine. When he drank it, he felt nothing but great stamina.

Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were flushed, and she was stained with a beautiful crimson color by the alcohol. Even her neck was red, and it spread all the way to the depths of her neckline, making people wonder if other places were also red.

Wen Mingyu's body was swaying a little while sitting, as if he would fall down at any time.

Of course Mu Zhan saw it and sneered lowly.

Zhao Dequan frowned, "Your Majesty, do you need someone to send Mr. Wen back?"

Mu Zhan looked quite interested and tapped the table with his fingertips, "No hurry, please step back first."

Zhao Dequan had no choice but to bow and leave.

In fact, Wen Mingyu was very well-behaved when he was drunk and did not show any ugly behavior. He continued to lower his head to pick up the food and put it into his mouth, eating slowly.

However, alcohol numbs the brain and makes it difficult to control the hands and feet.

Wen Mingyu wanted to pick up a piece of meat. He pinched it once, and the meat slipped away. He pinched it again, but it still slipped away, and even ran further.

He frowned, stared at the meat for a while, then moved the chopsticks to his left hand, and stretched out the chopsticks again in a serious manner, as calmly as if he was born left-handed.

Surprisingly and fortunately, he actually picked it up, smiled with satisfaction, and was about to eat, but when he was about to reach his mouth, the meat leaked from the middle of the chopsticks, and fell on the table with a squeak.

Wen Mingyu stared at the piece of meat in disbelief, motionless.

A low laugh came from the other side.

Wen Mingyu was immediately attracted to his attention. He looked up, thought hard, tilted his head and asked, "Are you laughing at me?"

Mu Zhan showed no intention of making excuses and nodded calmly, "That's right."

Wen Mingyu wasn't angry, but he felt a little aggrieved because he didn't eat any meat. He stood up unsteadily and walked towards Mu Zhan. He couldn't speak well when he was drunk, and his voice was hoarse and soft.

, as if acting coquettishly.

"Clamp it for me, can you?"

I wanted to eat meat so much that I couldn't pick it up myself, so I had to ask others for help.

After a while, he finally walked to Mu Zhan in an S-shaped path, sat down next to him, looked at the plate of meat he wanted to eat, licked his lips, and looked at Mu Zhan longingly.

The ends of his eyes were red and slightly moist. When he looked up at the person, a section of his slender white neck was exposed, showing an unconscious vulnerability and allure.

But his appearance did not arouse any pity from Mu Zhan. Instead, it gave rise to a strong emotion that he had never experienced before. His eyes suddenly darkened, and the dark desire that could not be suppressed spread instantly, wanting to... make him cry.

.

Mu Zhan handed over the wine glass in his hand, "Drink this, and I will help you."

Wen Mingyu reached out to catch it, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he asked: "How do I know you are not lying to me?"

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows, "You're drunk and you know how to be on guard, so how could you be so stupid as to come here on your own initiative?"

Wen Mingyu ignored him and continued to talk about himself, "You help me pick up the meat, and I'll drink again."

Mu Zhan chuckled, and he took a piece of meat in a dignified manner and fed it to Wen Mingyu's mouth. He opened his mouth and ate it in one bite, puffed his cheeks with satisfaction, chewed it, and then raised his head and happily drank the wine glass.

Drink all the wine in there, not a drop left.

Mu Zhan looked at it and felt that he wanted to drink it originally, but he made it happen, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Mu Zhan poured another glass of wine. Wen Mingyu reached out to take it, but was dodged. Mu Zhan directly brought the wine glass to his mouth, with a smile, and his voice was very seductive, as if he was coaxing the young man to fall into a prison in the deep sea.

The living dark siren.

Wen Mingyu was drowsy and attracted by the aroma of the wine. He put his hand around the edge of the wine glass and sipped it. Because he was not holding it himself, the tilt angle of the glass could not be controlled. He wanted to drink, so he could only lower his head.

He took two hard sips with his head and looked like a kitten licking its milk.

Still couldn't drink it down, so he subconsciously wanted to grab Mu Zhan's hand and drink. But Mu Zhan was one step ahead of him.

Mu Zhan held his chin, pressed the edge of the wine glass to his lips, and poured the wine in. I don't know whether it was because he was not good at feeding people, or it was intentional, but the wine was poured a little fast, and Wen Mingyu had no time to swallow the wine.

It flowed down from the corner of his mouth, slid down his slender neck, stained his collar, and left a dark trace, and the wine flowed into an invisible place.

Mu Zhan's eyes were dark, his throat was slightly rolled, and his fingers were so strong that he almost crushed the wine glass.

After a glass of wine, Wen Mingyu became even more drunk. She tilted her body and fell directly into Mu Zhan's arms. She slid down softly and used Mu Zhan's thigh as a pillow, lying down comfortably, even like a lazy bird.

The cat slowly turned over and found a more comfortable position to nest.

Mu Zhan's voice was hoarse: "...get up."

But drunk people cannot understand people's words and are completely immersed in their own world.

Wen Mingyu ignored Mu Zhan's words and instead asked, "Who are you?"

After getting drunker, the red color at the end of the eyes became thicker, as if a beautiful peach blossom had bloomed. The eyes were misty, wet, and glowing with water.

Mu Zhan reached out and placed his hand on the end of his eyes, gently rubbed it with his fingertips, rubbed it, and got a little moisture.

He glanced at the water marks on his fingertips, and somehow he brought it to his lips and licked it. Sure enough, he tasted the unique fruity fragrance of Wen Mingyu, which was stronger than usual, with a hint of silk.

It has a hint of sweetness, much better than the fruit wine, and is addictive.

Mu Zhan lowered his eyes, his eyes became darker and darker, and there was a glimmer of light.

Wen Mingyu didn't notice his movements, but was thinking hard, and finally came to the result, "I know who you are."

His serious expression looked like he suddenly woke up.

Mu Zhan looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Wen Mingyu stared at him and said firmly: "You are the Dog Emperor."
Chapter completed!