[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

"It's me, Mo Yihuan."

"Mr. Mo?" Footsteps came from far and near inside the door.The door opened, and Song Zheji's expression was a little surprised: "Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Yihuan said: "I said I came to play with you! Why, you are not welcome?"

"How come!" Song Zheji hurriedly said: "No one comes here usually, I'm just...surprised."

Mo Yihuan took the opportunity to blow rainbow farts: "Young Master Song, you play the piano so well, I've never heard such a beautiful piano sound!"

Song Zheji was taken aback for a moment, his handsome face was stained with a hint of shame, he lowered his eyebrows and said with a slight smile: "I'm not good at playing the piano, I'll make you laugh."

"Humble!" Mo Yi smiled and said, pointing to the courtyard: "Can I go in and sit?"

"Of course it's good." Song Zheji said, he looked behind him, and said with a sad expression: "It's a pity that my place is simple, and I don't even have wine to entertain Mr. Mo."There are only some rough tea, I hope you don't dislike it. "

Speaking of wine, Mo Yihuan remembered.It is mentioned in the book that Song Zheji likes to drink, especially Ji Guo's rouge drunk.

Mo Yihuan had an idea, the chance to hook up is here!

He excitedly said: "If you don't have one, go and ask for it, Mr. Song, let's go and ask for two altars!"

Song Zheji shook his head: "The wine in Yuniang Pavilion is prepared for His Majesty and the concubines in the harem, how can you and I get it easily?"

Mo Yihuan blurted out: "Am I not a harem concubine?"

"..." Song Zheji had an expression of "you are so reasonable that you can't refute it", but he still hesitated: "But..."

"Hey, why hesitate?" Mo Yihuan grabbed Song Zheji's shoulder, and patted him on the shoulder like a brother: "Let's go! How will you know if you don't try?"

Song Zheji's body froze, but in the end he still couldn't break away from Mo Yihuan's hand.Mo Yihuan took two steps, then stopped: "...well, where is the Jade Brew Pavilion you mentioned?"

Song Zheji said: "It's next to the imperial dining room."

Mo Yihuan: "...Where is the imperial dining room?"

"..." Song Zheji paused, and shook his head helplessly: "If Mr. Mo insists on going, I will lead the way.

Mo Yihuan nodded again and again, with a bright smile: "Okay, okay, trouble!" Song Zheji turned around, and immediately pouted, hum!What does it mean to insist on going!I don't like drinking, and it's not to please you!snort!

He followed Song Zheji all the way to Yuniang Pavilion, an exquisite small building with white walls and red tiles.It's summer outside, but it's cold inside.

Sitting inside the door was a father-in-law who looked bored.Mo Yihuan stepped forward and said straight to the point: "Hello. I want two jars of rouge drunk."

The father-in-law lifted his eyelids, squinted and looked Mo Yihuan up and down: "Who are you?"

"I am..." Before Mo Yihuan finished speaking, the father-in-law's face revealed a look of contempt: "Tsk, look at your face, are you the bereaved prince of Mo country?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback, why, he is so famous?

The father-in-law twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a sharp voice, "No, let's go!"

Mo Yihuan was at a loss: "...Why?"

The father-in-law squinted at him contemptuously: "A mere lowly prostitute, you deserve it too?"

Mo Yihuan: "?"

Wait, he was actually despised by a father-in-law?

... Really good people are bullied!If the tiger doesn't show off his power, do you really think he is a sick cat?

Mo Yihuan was furious.He decided not to be kind anymore, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward to discuss love and justice with this yin and yang guy: "Did I provoke you? Is there something wrong with you..."

At this moment, Song Zheji, who had been silent all this time, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Mo, calm down."

"Are you still facing him?" Mo Yihuan stared at Song Zheji: "Get out of the way, I want to fuck him!"

Song Zheji took a step forward, and said to Gonggong: "To be honest, we came here to fetch the wine at the order of Concubine Lan."

"Concubine Lan?" The father-in-law frowned, half-believing.

"The empress came to pick up two jars of rouge drunk in the morning, but accidentally broke them on the way, so she ordered us to pick them up again."

The father-in-law looked up and down Song Zheji suspiciously, as if trying to tell the truth from what he said.Song Zheji didn't change his face, and said quietly: "What are you waiting for, father-in-law? If you delay the time, the empress will blame you, and you and I can't bear the blame."

His words sounded warm, but there was a needle hidden in his heart, hiding aggressive intentions.

The father-in-law was stunned for a while, and finally "hum", stood up reluctantly, turned around to get the wine.

"Young Master Song, you are really too witty!"

The wave of operations just now, just a few words, not only scared the father-in-law, but also made him drink.Both EQ and IQ are online... as expected of the male protagonist!

Holding a jar of wine in one hand, Mo Yihuan followed Song Zheji with eyes full of admiration.

Song Zheji stopped.He tilted his head to look at Mo Yihuan, and said with a smile: "It's just a cleverness. It's always bad to lie to others, so don't take it as an example."

"I didn't intend to lie to him..." Mo Yihuan pouted aggrievedly. He wanted to order wine in a fair manner, but he didn't expect that his status was so low that even a father-in-law could insult him at will.

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"That father-in-law is just an eunuch, and his knowledge is vulgar..." Song Zheji seemed to see through Mo Yihuan's thoughts, he turned around and looked in the direction of Yuniang Pavilion, a stern chill flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Mo Yihuan again At that time, the previous gentle look was restored: "Mr. Mo, don't take his words to heart."

Mo Yihuan rubbed his face, said with a playful smile, "It's okay, I have a thick skin!"

His hands were stained with ashes from the wine jar, and he didn't pay attention, rubbing it all over his face.

Song Zheji looked at the young man with dark spots on his face, shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Mo, you..."

Mo Yihuan: "?"

Song Zheji pointed at his face: "Become a little more colorful."

Mo Yihuan looked down at his hands, and then realized.He was about to wipe it with his sleeve, when Song Zheji had already taken out a snow-white handkerchief, and bent down: "Let me do it."

With the scent of saponins, Fang Pa gently wiped Mo Yihuan's face inch by inch.Song Zheji's clear and handsome eyebrows were close to his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression was gentle and focused.

Mo Yihuan couldn't help holding his breath.

... Fortunately, I am a man, otherwise, facing such a good-looking and gentle man, there is probably no girl in the world who can not be tempted, right?

Mo Yihuan could only sigh in his heart again, he deserves to be the male lead, he deserves to be the man who can hold his elder sister in his hands!

Song Zheji withdrew his body: "Okay, wipe it clean."

He said, but his light-colored eyes were still staring at Mo Yihuan's face.

"...Thank you." Mo Yihuan felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, is there something on my face?"

"No." Song Zheji said with a smile: "Mr. Mo is good-looking, and he is fascinated by it if he is not careful."

Mo Yihuan: "???"

He scratched his hair inexplicably: "Brother, is it inappropriate for you to praise me? My face is ruined!"

Song Zheji said seriously: "The flaws do not hide the virtues."

...is he serious?

"That," Mo Yihuan said very straightforwardly and sincerely, "I suggest you see an ophthalmologist?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Zheji's face: "..."

Just when the two were relatively silent, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Huan'er, why are you here?"