After conversing with San Xi, Wen Mingyu waved his hand and said that he wanted to rest for a while. He walked to the bedside, and flung himself down.
He sank into the soft brocade quilt, it was like his whole person was lying on clouds.
Although he safely came back, his legs were still a bit limp and soft.
The tyrant’s aura was too fearsome, even stronger than any Alpha he had ever seen before. If such a man was put into the interstellar era, he would be at the level of a marshal.
Fortunately, he was blessed today, but who knows what will transpire next time. He doesn’t want to face the tyrant ever again at all.
Wen Mingyu rose from his bed and sat on his knees, clasped his palms together devoutly, sincerely closed his eyes and worshiped. He hoped that the heavens would hear his prayers.
Sadly, it was clear that the Heavens paid no heed to his plea.
Two days later, the tyrant summoned him again.
At that time, Mu Zhan was reviewing memorials, all the palace servants were outside, so he was alone in his study. Even the head eunuch, Zhao Dequan, was standing outside the door.
The atmosphere was quiet and still.
Dull and heavy, as if there was not a living soul in sight. Only the cold, gloomy, suffocating silence.
Previously, he wanted this kind of undisturbed tranquility, the noise would only give him a headache and be grouchy. He would only feel a bit relieved when he killed some people. However, presently, he suddenly had an unexplained restlessness and he couldn’t bear the dull, grim silence.
He wishes to see some fresh, vivid colors.
Pouring into this jet-black darkness.
For reasons he can’t fathom, he recalled that radiant face, with a smile that reached his soft eyebrows, and eyes that were too pure and clear that could be seen through a glance. It was so stunning that people, with no apparent reason, had a desire to destroy and stain it.
Beautiful things are very delicate. The slender fragile neck, a light pressed of the fingers, and faint red marks would emerge. It can also be held in the palm of the hands and could easily break if one wants.
There was also that faint, fruity fragrance. It was sweet and tempting, with a strange sensation of familiarity. It actually made his heart pacified, with a spread of calm and serene emotions. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and drifted off to a deep slumber.
Mu Zhan’s pale fingers slightly hook. He taps lightly against the tabletop, emitting a clear, crisp sound. Slowly and repeatedly. He cast down his eyes, as if his gaze was at the memorials on the table, but his eyes were empty and desolate. There was no sign of vitality.
Before long, he slightly raised his eyelashes, and a dark light flashed in his narrowed eyes. Even the corners of his lips curved up a little.
Want to see that person.
See him basking in radiant light, being dragged into the dark-murky morass by his own outstretched black-withered vine. There’s no room for resistance, and he wants it to be his possession.
This abrupt, strong impulse occupied his entire mind.
Therefore, Mu Zhan issued a command to Zhao Dequan to bring that person here.
As he waited, Mu Zhan furrowed his eyebrows. He became more impatient and bored, and unable to look through the memorials. Eventually, he couldn’t help but stand up, and take big strides, and the hem of his robes raised a bit with the biting cold.
Just then, Wen Mingyu made an appearance.
The two inadvertently looked at each other.
Wen Mingyu didn’t expect him to appear. He was frozen for a moment, and then revealed a charming smile, he said in a crisp voice: “Your Majesty.”
As if he was eager to see Mu Zhan that much.
The breeze that came by was gentle and light. The familiar breath came, and Mu Zhan’s full-fledged restlessness surprisingly calmed down.
Wen Mingyu outwardly smiled, but his heart was filled with great trepidation. He followed the tyrant into his study with the speed of a snail.
The palace servants were still separated from the door, and the air was eerily quiet.
Wen Mingyu’s heart was pounding violently, the next second, it throbbed even more painfully, almost forgetting to take a breath.
For the tyrant looked at him with the eyes of a vicious beast eyeing its prey. “Come here,” he said in a low voice.
Wen Mingyu walked over obediently but with rigidness, and his legs were trembling.
He stood still in front of Mu Zhan, his face docile and naive. When he noticed Mu Zhan reaching out his hand towards him, he didn’t evade away, trying to resist the urge to close his eyes and make a run for it.
He is certainly afraid of the tyrant throttling him to death, but moving randomly would activate bad scenarios, and the road he paved in disguise will be abolished. More importantly, he didn’t sense any killing intent.
Mu Zhan’s hand descended on the crown of his head, and then touched it with an awkward movement.
He bet right.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, this was a bit like… touching the dog hook?
Wen Mingyu was baffled, but also because his head was touched with gentle motions, it was a little itchy. His animal instincts made him want to wriggle and rub against Mu Zhan’s palm.
But he tried his utmost to resist his instincts and let Mu Zhan touch his head.
Thankfully, Mu Zhan only caressed a few times, then stopped and went back to sit and resumed dealing with political affairs. Wen Mingyu was arranged to sit on a stool next to him.
An afternoon passed, he had his supper with the tyrant. Holding his stomach that was a bit bloated from eating, he went back to his residence.
Wen Mingyu: “…..? ? ?”
It always feels like something is wrong.
After this occasion, the tyrant summoned him often. Each time, Wen Mingyu’s heart pound like a drum, while walking on a steel wire on a cliff
Yet, he has to say that people are very resilient and have a strong acceptance to the point that he surprisingly, gradually went numb.
In the imperial study.
The tyrant was criticizing the memorials and he was sitting on the sidelines, being made into a mascot
In all honesty, he really didn’t know why the tyrant frequently summoned him. Did the tyrant think he was good-looking, so he put him in his sight, and he will be in a good mood after?
However, he just sat there, it was really boring. He tried to suppress the urge to yawn.
He propped his chin on both hands, and idly counted the plaids on the door.
As he counted, his eyes shifted to one side, unintentionally landing on Mu Zhan.
When he reacted and was about to move his line of sight away, Mu Zhan noticed, and turned his head sideways.
Wen Mingyu was stupefied for a second. He immediately smiled as sweet as honey, held his face in both hands, and blossomed like a flower. He tilted his face, as if he didn’t look over accidentally, yet still liked to peek at Mu Zhan.
“Your Majesty is still so sumptuous and handsome today, with an imposing presence that no one can surpass.”
Mu Zhan listened, with that emotionless face having no reaction, as if Wen Mingyu had just let out a fart.
“Are you bored?”
The end of Wen Mingyu’s eyebrow jumped. He seriously shook his head and said, “No, it’s my honor to be able to observe His Majesty on the sidelines, while he’s reviewing the memorials.”
Mu Zhan outright disregarded his words and issued a command, “Zhao Dequan, bring him a plate of grapes.”
Wen Mingyu was frozen speechless…….there is actually such a good turn of events?
As a result, when the head eunuch served a plate of grapes and put it in front of Wen Mingyu, Mu Zhan said, “Peel the skin off the grapes, and I will eat them later.”
Wen Mingyu’s smile stiffened. It turned out that it was to find things for him to do, and not wasting the capacity to do manual labor. Indeed, a good emperor who fully utilized his resources.
Alright, living in the palace with food and shelter provided, peeling grapes is important and should be done.
Wen Mingyu obediently accepted, picked up a grape, and began to work part-time for the emperor.
Peeling grapes is a bit troublesome. If the force given is not well controlled or you are impatient, it is easy to make the flesh of the grape have a pit, looking very unsightly. Some people were too lazy to eat grapes because they hate peeling them.
However, Wen Mingyu has patience and is not in a hurry to do anything else. Slowly, he meticulously peeled, carefully and prettily. The thin skin torn off, the grape flesh was complete with no flesh taken. It was a round, crystal clear grape and looked particularly pleasing.
As he slowly peeled the other grapes, the grape flesh gradually piled up in another clean, porcelain dish, like jewels vibrating gorgeous lustrous colors.
This is not difficult, the only thing challenging was that you can only see, but cannot taste. These imperial grapes were carefully selected, each top-grade, full of juice and sweetness. They look very delicious, and they keep seducing people.
Wen Mingyu was badly hooked, he secretly swallowed several saliva as his eyes hurt a little.
Really want to eat…..
He stared at the grapes with eyes that were almost green.
Halfway through, with no warning, there was suddenly a loud noise. Wen Mingyu was startled. Hands shaking, the grapes dropped to the ground and rolled away.
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I didn’t know peeling a grape… would be this beautiful. : D Hi, everyone! The update is a bit early (but I’m sure you like it!) so no Friday update ; ) I can’t reply much because I only view them on my laptop(hard to put text emoticons), but I’m reading everyone’s comments and suggestions! Thank you, I’m learning very much~ although the matter with the tyrant gu and zhen is still unclear (for me), we can slowly learn it in the future~ Enjoy!