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

Mo Yihuan froze in place for a few seconds.

Ji Yue smiled and said, "What is Huan'er looking at?"

Only then did Mo Yihuan come back to his senses, he quickly looked away, lowered his head unnaturally, his face was burning hot.

God!He's thinking about something messy, isn't he here to deal with business?

Ji Yue hooked his hands at him: "Come here."

... What is he going to do again?

Mo Yihuan had a faint ominous feeling, he walked over slowly, Ji Yue's hands climbed up his waist, and wrapped him in his arms: "Sit here."

Mo Yihuan fell down on Ji Yue's lap, Ji Yue hugged him from behind, his chin rested on his shoulder, and his hot breath fell on his neck: "Why, I haven't seen you for a long time, Huan'er Just miss me?"

Mo Yihuan: "..."

He wanted to slap himself, so why did he blurt out such a bad excuse just now, isn't this digging a hole for himself to jump in!

Seeing that the young man's cheeks were light red, and he was unable to speak for a long time with his lips pressed together, the smile in Ji Yue's eyes deepened.He tilted his head, and lightly pecked the young man's cheek: "Hey, I'll come to accompany you when I finish dealing with these memorials at hand."

Mo Yihuan hurriedly said: "It's okay Your Majesty, the concubine is not in a hurry, take your time."

Ji Yue laughed: "But I am anxious to accompany Huan'er."

Mo Yihuan had goosebumps all over her body... Doesn't this person feel nasty when he says this?

Ji Yue held his waist with one hand, and wrote on the memorial with a brush in the other.The pen is strong and powerful, and the font is strong and unrestrained.For a moment, the surroundings were silent, only the rustling of the pen on the paper, and the breathing of the man next to his ears.

Mo Yihuan was a little uneasy, he looked around, wondering whether Mo Huaishang was here, if she was, wouldn't it be even more difficult to explain if she saw this scene...

"What's wrong? So restless?" Ji Yue noticed the restlessness of the young man in his arms, paused his pen, and asked.

Mo Yihuan held back for a long time and said, "My concubine... urgent to urinate."

"..."

The man behind him was silent for a while, then chuckled.He lightly squeezed the hand around the young man's waist: "Really?"

"Ah!" Mo Yihuan shuddered and screamed, almost bouncing from Ji Yue's arms.His face instantly turned red to the base of his neck, and he was so anxious that his dialect burst out: "What are you doing!"

Ji Yue let go of his hand, and said calmly as if nothing happened: "Go."

Mo Yihuan hurriedly broke away from Ji Yue's arms, and secretly glared at Ji Yue angrily. The latter was still writing down the memorial, but... there seemed to be a happy arc on his lips.

This man is still laughing, so shameless!Dead pervert!

Mo Yihuan was gnashing his teeth, when he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a figure flashing past behind the screen.

anyone?

Mo Yihuan suddenly became alert, raised his legs and walked over.His thoughts changed, if this person was really Mo Huaishang, then he would take the opportunity to secretly hint to her not to make a move, and then discuss other matters in the long term...

At this moment, Ji Yue's voice sounded behind him: "Huan'er, where are you going?"

Mo Yihuan turned around: "I'm looking for paper..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the screen in front of him was split in half by a sword, and a black figure flew out, his figure was as fast as lightning, and Mo Yihuan's eyes flashed coldly.

Oops!

Mo Yihuan's mind went blank for an instant, leaving only one thought: Ji Yue can't die!

In the nick of time, his body was already a step ahead of his consciousness, and he rushed over to block Ji Yue.

Mo Huaishang's eyes behind the black mask instantly widened. She was startled, but the sword she thrust out with all her strength was too late to be retracted. With a "puchi", the blade pierced through Mo Yihuan's chest.

...It hurts, it really hurts!

Mo Yihuan only felt that his eyes were going black, and the pain in his chest made him almost suffocate, and every breath made him feel so painful.He was gasping for breath with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears unconsciously, and a sweet and bloody smell rose from his throat. Mo Yihuan opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue exclaimed.

Mo Huaishang's eyes behind the mask were full of disbelief.Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, she closed her eyes, and pulled out the sword abruptly.A string of bright red blood sprayed from the tip of the sword, and Mo Yihuan was so painful that he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't even scream, and his body slowly collapsed on the ground.

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue grabbed the young man's precariously thin body, raised his eyes to look at the man in black in front of him, his eyes were covered with a faint blood red, and gritted his teeth: "You..."

Fu Xihan broke through the door with a "crash", raised his sword and began to wrestle with Mo Huaishang.Mo Huaishang was not his opponent at all, so he managed to parry a few moves, but was pierced by Fu Xihan's sword in the shoulder, he let out a cry of pain, and took a few steps back.

Seeing that Fu Xihan raised his sword and was about to stab again, Mo Yihuan fought back the severe pain and broke free from Ji Yue's arms, and threw himself on Fu Xihan's lap: "Brother Han!"

Fu Xihan was startled: "Mr. Mo?"

"I can't die!" Mo Yihuan hugged Fu Xihan's thigh, and shouted with the last of his strength: "Brother Han, don't beat me, you can't beat me, run!"

...Of course he shouted these words to Mo Huaishang.

Mo Huaishang stagnated, and flew out of the door.Fu Xihan was about to catch up with him, but Mo Yihuan hugged his leg tightly and coughed up a big mouthful of blood: "Ahem, I'm in so much pain..."

Fu Xihan's face froze, and he squatted down: "Mr. Mo, you..."

Ji Yue stumbled forward, pushed Fu Xihan away fiercely, and wrapped the boy tightly in his arms.His canthus was tearing apart, his eyes were blood red, and he roared: "Call the imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor quickly!"

Only then did Fu Xihan suddenly rush out the door, and several guards filed in at the door, saying one after another: "Your Majesty's forgiveness for the late rescue!"

Mo Yihuan opened his eyes, panting like a thirsty fish.He could only feel the voice near his ears suddenly approaching and then far away, and Ji Yue's face in front of him gradually blurred.

...Is he going to die?

But he was still so young and hadn't married a wife yet, so he died just to save such a dog man, he was so unwilling!

Most importantly, he was still a little virgin until his death...

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue shook his shoulder vigorously: "Huan'er, don't close your eyes, look at me, look at me!"

Mo Yihuan's head was already dizzy, but Ji Yue's shaking made him feel more and more dizzy.He opened his mouth with difficulty: "Your Majesty, you..."

Seeing the young man opened his mouth as if about to say something, Ji Yue hurriedly leaned into his ear: "Huan'er, tell me, I'm listening!"

Mo Yihuan spat blood and said intermittently: "What the hell...don't shake me..."