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

Mo Yihuan was instantly struck by lightning.

...Help!No matter where he goes, he can meet this brutal bloodthirsty man? !

Song Zheji on the side bowed his head and said, "See Your Majesty."

Mo Yihuan turned around bit by bit stiffly: "...See Your Majesty."

Ji Yue had no expression on his face, he rubbed the green jade finger with one hand, and stared at Mo Yihuan quietly: "Why, you told me yesterday that the injury is not healed, and today you are alive and kicking?"

Seeing Ji Yue's action, Mo Yihuan's back felt chills. He bit the bullet and explained: "This concubine is greedy and wants some wine."

"Oh? Huan'er likes to drink?" Ji Yue raised his eyebrows, turned his head to a palace man beside him and said, "Order Yuniang Pavilion to send twenty altars of rouge drunk to the West Palace."

The palace man responded: "Observe the order."

Mo Yihuan: "Well, twenty altars are too many, the concubine can't drink..."

Ji Yue's eyes flicked back and forth between Mo Yihuan and Song Zheji a few times, and he said slowly, "Huan'er, do you know this Mr. Song?"

Song Zheji replied calmly: "I just happened to meet Mr. Mo on the road..."

Ji Yue's expression froze, and he interrupted in a cold voice: "Did I let you speak?"

Song Zheji lowered his eyes slightly and pursed his lips.

Mo Yihuan said slowly: "I don't know, I met on the road."

"Don't you know me?" Ji Yue seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, his eyes were burning with anger, and he asked sharply, "Then tell me, what were you and Song Zheji doing just now?"

Mo Yihuan blurted out: "He's helping me wipe the dust off my face!"

Ji Yue: "..." Probably didn't expect Mo Yihuan to be able to speak so confidently.

After a moment of silence, a person who looked like an old minister reminded him: "Your Majesty, General Chen and the others are still waiting outside the hall, waiting to discuss the border matters with His Majesty..."

Ji Yue's face was gloomy, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared fixedly at Mo Yihuan's face.Word by word: "Mo Yihuan, go back to your bedroom now! Without my will, you are not allowed to take a single step!"

Mo Yihuan lowered his head, like a deflated ball, and said dejectedly, "...obey the order."

Ji Yue's eyes swept over Song Zheji's face threateningly, and with a cold snort, he shook his sleeves and walked away with an extremely ugly expression.

When Ji Yue was far away, Mo Yihuan turned to Song Zheji, shrugged pretending to be innocent, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, I have to go back, I can't drink with you today! Another day!"

Song Zheji frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "Mr. Mo, Your Majesty... won't make things difficult for you, will he?"

"It's okay, he's just trying to scare me!" Mo Yihuan stuffed the two jars of wine in his arms to Song Zheji, raising his eyebrows: "Don't drink all the wine, save some for me to come with you!"

"Definitely." Song Zheji replied, his brows were still furrowed, and then he said worriedly: "But Your Majesty..."

Mo Yihuan said with a relaxed smile: "It's okay! Your Majesty loves me so much, he doesn't want to embarrass me, don't worry!" Said and waved to him: "I'm leaving, see you next time!"

As soon as she turned around, the smile on Mo Yihuan's face could no longer be contained.

Although he talked loudly, he was actually so weak that his heart was trembling.Ji Yue dotes on him?Damn it, I almost beat him to death by giving him forty boards when I came up, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do this time...

Forget it, it’s useless to think about it.

With the thought of breaking the jar, Mo Yihuan lay down on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the room was dark, and it was already dark outside.

Mo Yihuan's stomach was growling with hunger, he sat up straight, and was about to ask Chunhua to bring him something to eat, when suddenly a deep voice came from beside the bed: "Are you awake?"

Mo Yihuan didn't expect that there was someone sitting on the bed, so he screamed in fright: "Oh my god!"

Ji Yue said: "Huan'er, don't panic, it's me."

Through the dim light outside the window, Mo Yihuan saw that Ji Yue was half leaning against the head of the bed, with his black hair hanging down his shoulders.The outline of the face was as sharp as a knife cut, and a pair of dark eyes were bottomless, staring straight at him without blinking.

Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat.He looked away and said unnaturally: "...Your Majesty, how long have you been here?"

Ji Yue didn't speak, just stared at him.A pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes are dark in color, and the dark light is flowing.Mo Yihuan's hair was stared at by him, his heart was pounding, and he asked cautiously without knowing why: "Your Majesty?"

"Mo Yihuan." Ji Yue's thin lips parted lightly, his voice was so cold that there was no warmth: "You said your injury is okay, I am not willing to touch you, so you let another man touch you?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

Ji Yue's face was gloomy, and he said word by word: "I will ask you again, what is your relationship with Song Zheji?"

"I really just met him!" Mo Yihuan defended with a full face of grievance: "I met him on the road today, and it happened that he also likes to drink, so I also ordered a jar for him..."

"Just met?" Ji Yue sneered, but his eyes became more angry: "A man you just met, can you let him touch your face?"

Mo Yihuan: "He wiped it for me... ah!"

The end of the sentence was replaced by an exclamation.Ji Yue grabbed Mo Yihuan's collar abruptly, pushed him down on the bed, and then leaned over on top of him.

The man's face quickly enlarged before his eyes.The tips of their noses were almost touching, and Mo Yihuan could even see the fine hair on his face.

The red sandalwood fragrance became stronger in an instant, Ji Yue stared at Mo Yihuan with vicious eyes, and stretched out his hand to pinch his chin: "I said... the thing I hate the most is being deceived!"

The man's voice was not loud, but his words were fierce and sharp.With scorching breath spraying on his face, Mo Yihuan opened his eyes wide and looked at the angry face of the man above him. He was stunned for a moment, and dared not to breathe even with his eyes open.

Ji Yue looked at the dazed look of the young man under him, and then remembered the scene of seeing him and Song Zheji having an affair during the day, and his heart became even more angry.I can't wait to pry his mouth open and let him tell all the truth honestly.

He tightened his grip on Mo Yihuan's chin, and roared angrily, "Mo Yihuan! I'll give you another chance, answer me honestly!"

Mo Yihuan was so frightened that his body trembled, his eyes turned red, and a layer of mist quickly covered them, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes... my concubine's face is stained with dust, Mr. Song wipe it off for me! That's all That's all, Your Majesty, I definitely didn't lie to you, I lied to you, I am thundering... ohhhh!"

There was a sudden heat on his lips, and Ji Yue covered his lips and blocked his lips.The man's lips were hot and domineering, Mo Yihuan's mind went blank, and he forgot to push away the hand on Ji Yue's chest.

Just when Mo Yihuan was about to suffocate, Ji Yue finally let him go.The man half propped up his body, but his eyes were still glued to his face.

Mo Yihuan was like a fish out of water, gasping for breath, and said dizzily, "...Your Majesty?"

Ji Yue said in a deep voice with no expression on his face: "Mo Yihuan, I will trust you this time."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to caress the young boy's blushing face, and moved it down inch by inch until he touched his fair and fragile neck, his eyes were deep and gloomy: "But Huan'er, you have to remember one thing, you It's my man, I... will never allow other men to touch you."

Mo Yihuan uttered a single sound tremblingly: "... huh."

Ji Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, and forced to ask: "Huan'er, do you remember?"