Forced to follow the love line by the villain boss

Meng Xing fell asleep for two full days.

He didn't sleep all the time, and he would get up to eat in the middle of the meal, but he was sleepy again soon after he was full, so he continued to fall on the bed.

Finally, when the calendar turned to the fifth day of August, his blood bar was replenished by 80% through adequate sleep and fine medicinal diet.

A hundred days of injury, the level of medical treatment in ancient times is incomparable to that of the interstellar era. At that time, Meng Xing was pierced by glass shards and lost so much blood. On the third day, he was able to climb the water pipe alive and kicking. Eavesdropped on information.But now, he has taken care of him obediently for two days, that is to say, his spirit is better, and he still can't do strenuous exercise.

But that's good too, at least he finally has the energy to get up and move around instead of lying groggy in bed.

Under Chunhua's service, Meng Xing walked around the house twice, exercising his muscles that had been immobile for a long time, while walking, he asked, "Where's the prime minister?"

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Wen Rulan for almost two days.

Wen Rulan seemed to be very busy these two days. Although Meng Xing's sentencing on Sun Shenjiang's case was completely in favor of Wen Rulan, Guan Yan and his group were not good enough to just swallow their breath.

During the two days when Meng Xing was not in court, this group of people seemed to be dancing so happily that Wen Rulan had to be busy dealing with it, and didn't have much time to see Meng Xing.

But no matter how busy he is, he will take some spare time every day to see how Meng Xing is doing.It's just not a coincidence that he picked the time when Meng Xing was full and fell asleep.

So by accident, Meng Xing hasn't seen Wen Rulan for the past two days.

"Return to Your Majesty, the prime minister seems to be handling official business in the imperial study." Chunhua, who supported Meng Xing, responded respectfully.

Meng Xing let out an "oh" and rolled his eyes at the same time, feeling that it was necessary for him to meet Wen Rulan.He wanted to read Wen Rulan's heart before, but before he could do it, he passed out because of his injuries.Thinking of this, Meng Xing rubbed his fingers impatiently, he must see what Wen Rulan was thinking this time!

Meng Xing was gearing up, maintaining the excitement of approaching Wen Rulan's inner world, and walked slowly to the imperial study.

No way, he can't walk fast.

When they arrived at the entrance of the imperial study room, the eunuch on duty just gave a pass, and Wen Rulan came out from the hall to welcome him.And immediately pushed and supported Meng Xing's palace servants, and took over this important task by himself.

While supporting Meng Xing's arm, he smiled and said, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

"Come and see you." Meng Xing spoke the truth.

The smile on the corner of Wen Rulan's mouth deepened a little, and he felt bored for two days after being disturbed by the complicated business affairs and Guan Yan's group, because Meng Xing's four short words made the cloud clear.

He waved his hand to signal the other palace people to go out, and the hall was instantly emptied.Afterwards, he helped Meng Xing to the chair that he had been sitting on to deal with government affairs, thoughtfully padded the cushion for Meng Xing, and then helped Meng Xing to sit down.

Meng Xing looked at the pile of memorials in front of him, and asked casually, "Is the Prime Minister busy?"

He is really smooth, and it is the same type as "Have you eaten", it is an introduction before cutting into the topic.

The normal answer should be that you are not busy, but Wen Rulan hit the snake with a stick and sighed: "Busy, Your Majesty has slept comfortably these two days, but I don't know what happened in the court."

"What happened?" Meng Xing asked curiously.

"Grand Master Guan insists that General Sun Shen is innocent, and he wants to pour dirty water on the subject. Your Majesty must make decisions for the subject." He looked like a white lotus who had been bullied.

Meng Xingxin explained that it was a wolf with a big tail pretending to be a little white rabbit. Anyway, the palace people had withdrawn, and he was not afraid of rumors, so he decided to take off Wen Rulan's rabbit skin.

"General Sun Shen may not be innocent, but Grand Master Guan was right about one thing that day. Prime Minister, you falsely preached the imperial decree, which is a serious crime against the nine clans." Meng Xing frowned, pretending to be serious.

Wen Rulan narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, but the next moment, the corners of his lips curled up again, with a little contempt different from before: "Your Majesty wants to punish the minister?"

"If I wanted to punish you, I wouldn't have settled the situation for you that day." Meng Xing responded.

Wen Rulan blinked, and retracted the contempt. He went around behind Meng Xing, rubbed Meng Xing's shoulder and neck, and asked while pressing, "Why does Your Majesty want to smooth things over for the minister?"

"Because your life is mine, and I don't want you to die." What Meng Xing said was still the truth.

After experiencing a failure, his attitude towards the game has changed from not paying much attention to a little, and he has a kind of obsession that he must pass the level.

This was Meng Xing's idea, but to Wen Rulan's ears, it had another meaning.

These words are nothing more than ambiguous words of love, and the words swear a strong sovereignty.

Although Wen Rulan prefers to be the strong side by himself, he likes the feeling of being in control, but for Meng Xing, he can give in a little bit.So he readily agreed: "I should follow the holy will, but what else?"

Wen Rulan asked with a smile: "Aside from wanting to let the minister die, does your majesty want to do anything else to the minister?"

Meng Xingxin said what else could he do to Wen Rulan?Suddenly, he felt a numbness on his shoulders and neck, and it was Wen Rulan's fingers who rubbed his neck vaguely twice through the fabric.

He still didn't think it was enough, so he leaned close to Meng Xing's ear, and said with a light smile, "I belong to Your Majesty, and I dare not refuse to do anything Your Majesty wants me to do."

But his tone didn't show any fear.Meng Xing thought to himself, not only is Wen Rulan very daring, but he also has the audacity to tease the emperor.

But so what? Although what Wen Rulan said sounded nice and acted like he was letting Meng Xing do whatever he wanted, but in fact, if Meng Xing's request didn't suit him, like returning to the court, he would immediately Flip.

On the point of how low the bottom line of a scumbag is, Meng Xing believes in Wen Rulan all the more.

So he didn't intend to make any excessive demands, so he just stood up from the chair, got rid of Wen Rulan's service called rubbing, but was actually eating tofu, and responded at the same time: "Speaking of which, I do have one thing I want I want to ask the prime minister."

"Oh?" Wen Rulan listened attentively.

Meng Xing continued: "The prime minister is famous for his handwriting. I have admired it for a long time. Why don't you teach me how to write?"

This Emperor Yong Le's handwriting is ugly, Meng Xing's is also ugly, after all he doesn't know how to write with a brush at all.However, he didn't intend to follow suit, and he just wanted to take this opportunity to have some physical contact with Wen Rulan.

For pure physical contact, Meng Xingxin had no evil intentions, and just wanted to take a look at Wen Rulan's inner thoughts.

Wen Rulan was slightly surprised by Meng Xing's proposal, but immediately agreed after being surprised.Because he also realizes that when teaching the other party to write, there can be some physical contact.

Meng Xing has no evil thoughts in his heart, but Wen Rulan may not.

He cleared a space on the table, then laid out the papers, pressed the paperweights, and rolled up his sleeves to study ink for Meng Xing, after everything was ready.

"Your Majesty first write a few random words and see if there is anything wrong with your Majesty's writing method." Wen Rulan took a pen from the pen holder and handed it to Meng Xing while talking.

Meng Xing was holding the pen holder of the brush. He felt like someone who was used to chopsticks holding a knife and fork for the first time felt uncomfortable. There was nothing he could do, he really couldn't write with a brush.

But he is not afraid of showing his secrets. After all, they are all ugly characters. Can they be ugly?

As for what to write...Meng Xing thought about it, and wrote the word "junchen" on the rice paper.

He is the ruler, and Wen Rulan is the subject. He is reminding someone to pay attention to the scale and not to cross the boundary between the ruler and the minister.

However, Wen Rulan didn't seem to understand, or if he understood, he chose to ignore this warning.As soon as Meng Xing's last stroke of "Chen" was written, Wen Rulan's hand covered it.

At the same time, Wen Rulan's inner voice also reached Meng Xing's ears, and it was a gluttonous exclamation: "Your Majesty's hands are so tender."

Meng Xing: "..."

He is an emperor, and he doesn't need to do heavy work, so his hands are naturally white and tender.This is the truth, but Wen Rulan said it in such a tone...

No, he didn't say it, he just thought about it in his heart.

Meng Xing adjusted his frozen expression, pretending to be nonchalant.He let Wen Rulan put his hands on his own and lead him to write.

And while listening to Wen Rulan's serious guidance, he also listened to his inner truth.

"Your Majesty's posture for holding the pen is wrong. The five fingers should press, press, hook, press, and push, each performing its own duties." He also used his five fingers to demonstrate these five actions on the back of Meng Xing's hand.

This action was already very ambiguous, but his inner thoughts were even more ambiguous: "It's a pity that His Majesty's hand is used to hold a pen."

Meng Xing: "?"

He didn't know what Wen Rulan was regretting, and he didn't really want to know.

Fortunately, Wen Rulan didn't think too deeply, the thoughts in his mind were all passing by.

"When you brush, you must be coherent and powerful, so that the center of the brush always moves in the stippling." Wen Rulan continued, and in order to carry Meng Xing's brush more conveniently, he put his left hand on Meng Xing's waist.

"Your Majesty's waist is quite strong to the touch, but I don't know how it will work in practice."

Meng Xing: "??"

use? !This word is used very delicately.Meng Xing complained in his heart.

"When the stippling is exhausted, it must be collected with all its strength. When moving the brush, there will always be a harvest, and it will be consistent."

Wen Rulan touched Meng Xing's waist and stretched it forward a little, until it reached the lower abdomen.

"Although I'm an adult, I'm still younger. I don't know how His Majesty developed..." Thinking of this, his fingers unconsciously moved down a few inches along his lower abdomen.

Meng Xing: "!"

"Enough!" He finally couldn't help interrupting Wen Rulan's increasingly excessive inner activities, and at the same time broke away from Wen Rulan's hand covering the back of his hand.

On the other hand, Wen Rulan was puzzled. She didn't understand why Meng Xing's tone was so excited. After all, he was teaching seriously.

Orally serious at least.

Meng Xing also realized his gaffe. He straightened his face again, and made up for it with an excuse: "These two words are enough, Prime Minister, let's write another word."

"What does Your Majesty want to write?" Wen Rulan's attitude was casual, letting Meng Xing choose.

"Let's just write Qing, Heart, Widow, and Desire." Meng Xing broke up the four coherent words, and read them to Wen Rulan one by one.

I don't know if Wen Rulan understood, but he said "Okay" with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and after speaking, he held Meng Xing's hand again, and walked on the rice paper with the pen in Meng Xing's hand.

He wrote the word "pure heart", but his own heart was not pure at all. Meng Xing once again heard the other party's inner comments about his figure.

But Meng Xing was not too excited this time, because he had just done a certain amount of psychological construction for himself, and he felt that Wen Rulan could only criticize, and there was nothing else he could do.

However, he miscalculated.

After finishing writing the word "widow", Wen Rulan didn't know whether it was because he was tempted by this word when he started to write the last word "desire". His coherent and freely retractable handwriting suddenly lost control. The last stroke of the word should have been stopped in time, but together with his wandering heart, he drove all the way to an indescribable direction.

"I really want to press His Majesty on this table right now..."

Meng Xing: "!!!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-1200:44:25~2020-05-1300:41:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of peach-flavored grapefruit wine;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zhongzhong; 3 bottles of choking fish; 2 bottles of Zeyue Xing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!