The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh24 - Fruit Wine

From chapter 23: Each time he completed writing, he would pout and blow on the paper to allow the ink to dry fast. After waiting, he would fold the paper and meticulously tuck it into a secret compartment at the head of his bead, then hide it with something else.

Although it is possible that someone might see it, they won’t immediately associate it with Mu Zhan. Furthermore, this was created by his novice hand. He would be ashamed if it became known, and he might have a social death on the spot if it did. It absolutely must not come to light. LQ1edY

The days were the same as they had always been, he attended classes, completed his homework, snuck around to create scripts, and tossed some rainbow farts at the tyrant.

Wen Mingyu eventually adjusted to his new lifestyle, and compared to his dread and anxiety when he arrived at the palace, it was no longer the same as then. Especially San Xi, who had previously been timid and would constantly crouch, grew more courageous and smart at his side.

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Mu Zhan would be seized by a sudden urge a handful of times to scrutinize Wen Mingyu’s homework, and then he would unceremoniously point out all the blunders he had made. Wen Mingyu would hang his head and be chastised like a misbehaving kid. He was a bit frustrated in his heart, but he still listened intently and fixed the mistakes afterwards.

Mu Zhan also grabbed his homework to examine today. He mentioned so many things that made Wen Mingyu reconsider his life, as if everything he had written was a pile of crap. Sir Gong clearly lauded him just two days earlier. Was it all courtesy? cf2k8u

Wen Mingyu, unwilling to resign to fate, undauntedly pulled over and gazed at Mu Zhan with bated breath, “Your Majesty, is there nothing on here worth praising?”

That small fire in his eyes, it was as if heeding for the help of kua kua written on his face.

Mu Zhan gazed at him with downcast eyes, humbly degraded his honor, lifted and gestured at the rice paper, and merely said, “The characters, these two in particular, have progressed.”

Wen Mingyu followed suit and hung his head. He discovered that he was exactly referring to one ‘Mu’ and one ‘Zhan’ character. The name was personally taught by Mu Zhan. It would be odd if he couldn’t write it well after practicing for so many times. Was Mu Zhan, in the end, singing his own praises?

Wen Mingyu scrunched his lips, visibly a bit emotional. He had a feeling that this evening he would compose a story and arrange for someone to put a gunny sack on Mu Zhan and beat him to a pulp.

Mu Zhan, without a doubt, paid attention to his countenance. He gave a shadow of a smile, put down the paper, and face about, walking away.

Wen Mingyu instinctively pursued him, like a clinging little tail trailing behind. Mu Zhan came to a halt, and he nearly tumbled on his back.

“Why are you chasing this one?” 3sQm9

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Wen Mingyu raised his head, a dumb expression on his face. He blinked twice before inspecting his two legs, then revelation struck him. Why, indeed, did he follow Mu Zhan? Was he insane?

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He scratched his cheek clumsily and hollowly laughed twice, “…  It seems to be the case of my free will in the wake of His Majesty’s steps, then I will retire first?” hBmgxF

Mu Zhan tersely questioned him, “No need for lunch?”

It was fine when he didn’t mention it, but when he did, he felt the hunger and seemed to hear the grumbling coos of his stomach. Mu Zhan’s meals were considerably tastier and more plentiful than his.

Wen Mingyu couldn’t resist himself from swallowing his saliva, “Can I then linger? Is that alright?

Mu Zhan was noncommittal, which indicates his tacit approval. dMWCyB

When it was the hour for lunch, the servants arrived in succession, delivering sumptuous and fine dishes to the table, and then noiselessly they retired.

Wen Mingyu, who was seated next to Mu Zhan, ate merrily.

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Over the course of his meal, he faintly caught the scent of wine on Mu Zhan. The pheromone got increasingly harder to dismiss as it thickened. He couldn’t stop twitching his nose and casting his gaze in Mu Zhan’s direction.

Mu Zhan threw a glance towards him, “What do you want to eat?” D50A4H

Wen Mingyu’s lips bent and he inquired tentatively under his breath, “Is it feasible, Your Majesty, for me to have some fruit wine?”

“Are you certain?” Mu Zhan asked rhetorically.

The last time Wen Mingyu was drunk, he swore to himself that whether it was in life or in death, he would never imbibe again.

Yet, Wen Mingyu, in this meeting, was extremely greedy. He suddenly noticed the fragrance of wine on Mu Zhan was very pleasant to the nose. He was itching to go nearer and nearer to him, to plaster himself on him. Nonetheless, his rationality remained intact, so he sought an alternative to appease his cravings. M8TEWP

He extended two fingers, then gently widened the gap between the two. He stressed every syllable, “Just a teeny weeny sip.”

Mu Zhan didn’t put any boundaries on his drinking. He was rather entertained to watch his intoxicated state, so he summoned Zhao Dequan to send wine over.

Wen Mingyu was likewise aware of him being a lightweight. He gulped a toothful of wine from the little cup. The lunch was soon over, but the wine in his cup still hadn’t reached its end, yet it still left his cheeks flushed, like he’d put on some rouge, and his lips were glistening like gloss.

He half-squinted expressed interest in his mind the pleasure of his somewhat drunken state. His mind was clear, although he was still a bit dizzy. This sensation was like soaking deeply in a hot spring, drifting yet sinking, and there was a strange comfort within. crPCiL

Mu Zhan stole a few glimpses before reaching out to prod him on the brow. He casually said, as if taunting a puppy. “What, drunk?”

Wen Mingyu cocked his head, peered as if bearing something in mind. His lips arched like crescent moon shapes, and he said with a broad smile, “Oh no no~”

Mu Zhan faintly clicked his tongue, displeased.

Though he wasn’t entirely intoxicated, the wine still had a numbing effect on him, and he wasn’t as sensible and clear-headed as he was earlier. The wine’s fragrance he so badly desired was right under his nose, emanating in a steady stream from Mu Zhan’s body. It was excruciating. He couldn’t help swallowing his saliva and rolling his throat. He gingerly inched closer and closer, and covertly inhaled a spoonful before backing away. 5Jx2o8

His subconscious kept warning him that Mu Zhan was still a risky area, so he shouldn’t venture too close.

However, the fragrance was to his liking.

He couldn’t withstand it any longer and hurriedly sucked another breath, then bowed his head to recollect the sweet fragrance.

He considered his actions as discreet and veiled, apparently not coming to light, but Mu Zhan captured all of his petty actions in his eyes. He arched his eyebrows, his expression too profound to be understood. When Wen Mingyu approached him again, he imperiously put out his hand and gripped the back of his neck, like how one scruffs a baby kitty. NsBRiK

“What are you doing?”

Wen Mingyu’s eyes instantly widened like a startled little animal. He tightly clamped his lips, his eyelashes quivering slightly. He was frightened and at a loss for words.

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The gland in question was extremely delicate to the touch. He didn’t dare to act randomly at all. He crooked his head and grinned, appearing foolish. He softly said, pointing to the cup of wine, “I want to drink…”

Mu Zhan maintained his gaze on him for a second before releasing his grasp on his nape. He seemed to have let him off the hook by not pursuing his peeping and suspicious sniffing actions. GS5iK9

Wen Mingyu inwardly sighed with relief. He gripped the wine cup with both hands and vowed not to be selfish any longer. He pretended to grip the edge of the cup and take a short sip. The lengthy eyelashes were slightly faltering, masking the small loss in his eyes. This fruit wine didn’t smell as pleasant as Mu Zhan.

When night time approached, Mu Zhan ordered Wen Mingyu to stay behind. He did not return, but instead made the wise choice to lie on the dragon bed with Mu Zhan.

It was not the first time they had shared a bed. Wen Mingyu had already gotten used to it, and while it was not as nice as sleeping alone, he was able to fall asleep rather quickly.

Except that today was not like the others. OoQwaN

Perhaps the wine was the culprit, as Wen Mingyu was scorching hot and parched. He couldn’t settle with the brocade quilt on. Midway through his slumber, Wen Mingyu booted the brocade quilt aside and simultaneously kicked Mu Zhan’s waist unintentionally. The person was jolted awake, while the other was completely unaware, remaining sprawled out with his belly wide and quietly snoring.

In the absence of light, Mu Zhan opened his eyes. As his face darkened, the light in his eyes faded. He turned his cold gaze on the person next to him. If the eyes could morph into a sword, Wen Mingyu would have been pricked now to the point of hovering between life and death. But the fact was that Wen Mingyu was sleeping soundly and did not feel a shred of danger at all. Both his hands and feet were stretched out, and he was sprawled out like a soft pancake, emitting a delectable fruit fragrance.

The weather had grown cooler now that autumn had come, and the temperature at night was relatively low.

Wen Mingyu felt the cold after kicking the brocade quilt and continuing to sleep for so long, he automatically huddled up into a ball. His eyes were shut tight as he reached for the blanket, only to catch a fistful of air. His slender pale fingers hunched and twitched, and he seemed extremely miserable to one’s eyes. hLk3gN

Mu Zhan, who was jolted awake and clear-headed at the time, felt the vague ache from being kicked just now. He was already benevolent enough not to order others to drag Wen Mingyu out and hack him. It was impossible, naturally, for the dignified tyrant to assist in covering a certain someone with a quilt.

Mu Zhan gave him one final look before averting his gaze and dismissing him. He closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

The bear fruit of yesterday’s action was Wen Mingyu developing a high fever.

ChiFu: It must have been funny seeing the rabbit’s behavior. The smell of wine… hmm sweet! … aa I loved this part when I first read it. Hha you mean what part? Well, the kicking part. :DD next chapter is the long-awaited, ehem! Er no, I think the next after the next… piHxJw

If possible, and still left as it was until I reached 50 chapters, I would like to try picking up one from the pick-up req, but of course, only if I can (have the braincells to) translate it and it is still not someone else’s project. well, seeing the pace of my updates… laughs.