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

520: "Do you have to tell Ji Yue about Mo Huaishang?"

Mo Yihuan: "Otherwise?"

520 means a lot: "If you think about it from another angle, his true love for you now has a value of 10, so you understand..."

Mo Yihuan smiled: "I don't understand, and I want to beat you to death with a mallet right now."

...I should have known that this garbage system is unreliable, and I still have to rely on myself.Mo Yihuan fell into deep thought.

In the original book, Mo Huaishang fled to Song Zheji after she failed the assassination and was wounded. She also had a relationship with Song Zheji when she was recuperating.

In other words, if he wanted to match Ji Yue and Mo Huaishang, he had to act as soon as possible.Once Mo Huaishang fell in love with Song Zheji, things would be difficult to handle.

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan couldn't help but feel guilty.In the original book, Song Zheji and Mo Huaishang were originally a good couple, but he was good, and he wanted to win love and take away his future wife.

Mo Yihuan's conscience was aching, and he thought to himself, at worst, he would pay Song Zheji a daughter-in-law in the future.He thinks Chunhua is good, he is kind-hearted, kind-hearted, tall and masculine, and he is a dragon and phoenix, and he can match them up if he has a chance.

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan felt less guilty.

...Besides, if Mo Huaishang is really with Ji Yue, Ji Yue will definitely treat her well.After all, in the original book, he is an infatuated emperor who loves Mo Huaichang to the bottom of his heart, and is willing to hand over the country and smile at him.

He pulled the quilt over his head, forcing himself not to think about these messy things.

The ambergris at the head of the bed burns quietly, and the faint aroma has the effect of calming the mind.Mo Yihuan was covered with a quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

Mo Yihuan was awakened by the tangy aroma of food.

He opened his eyes, and his stomach made a well-timed "gurgling" sound.When he saw several colorful dishes on the table, he was about to sit up immediately, but he got up too quickly and touched the wound, so he cried out in pain.

"Be careful!" A person beside him hastily stretched out his hand to support him.

Mo Yihuan was startled, and looked up into a pair of worried black eyes: "...Your Majesty!"

"I'm not worried about you," Ji Yue withdrew his hand and said with an unnatural expression, "I just don't want you to die too soon..."

Mo Yihuan had listened to Ji Yue's words for countless times, and he answered skillfully: "The concubine knows, because His Majesty will humiliate the concubine every day!"

Ji Yue: "...huh."

He had an awkward look on his face, but in the end he helped Mo Yihuan to sit at the table.And he sat aside, quietly watching the young man devouring his food.

Mo Yihuan looked a little uncomfortable, and said with bulging cheeks, "Your Majesty, don't you want to eat?"

"I've eaten it." Ji Yue said.He paused for a moment, reached for the flagon, filled the cups in front of himself and Mo Yihuan, and said softly, "Huan'er, don't you like to drink? Have a drink with me."

Ji Yue personally poured him wine, which made Mo Yihuan flattered.But after what happened last time when Song broke the halberd, he also knew how much he could drink, so he evaded casually: "Ahem, I heard that drinking alcohol is not good for the wound to heal..."

Without further ado, Ji Yue reached out and took the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it down.Then he lifted the jug and filled a glass for himself, and drank it in one gulp without even frowning.

He just poured himself several cups in a row, and Mo Yihuan clucked his tongue as he watched from the sidelines.He faintly felt that something was wrong with Ji Yue's mood, hesitated for a while, and finally asked cautiously: "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Is there anything unhappy today...Is it because of that assassin?"

"There are so many people who want my life, what is a mere assassin!" Ji Yue raised his head and drank another cup, curling the corners of his lips contemptuously: "Since the death of my mother and concubine, no one around me is sincere to me. On the surface Your Majesty treats me respectfully, but in fact, deep down in my heart, I wish I could die sooner."

There was an indifferent and mocking smile on his face, but his black eyes were dark.The dim candlelight cast a shadow on his face, and a few strands of hair hung down.Mo Yihuan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he saw that his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers holding the wine cup were curled up tightly, the knuckles turned blue and white.

Mo Yihuan remembered that according to the plot in the book, for Ji Yue, until he finally died in the hands of Song Zheji... In his whole life, no one really treated him sincerely.

Thinking about it this way, he is really a miserable man.

Mo Yihuan asked for words to comfort him: "Your Majesty, think of the best! Look, Ji Guo is so powerful now, you can get whatever you want..."

He had nothing to say here, but Ji Yue didn't seem to listen, but just looked at Mo Yihuan fixedly, he seemed a little drunk, his face was stained with a faint blush, and his eyes were hot and blurred.Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat when he was seen, and he avoided his sight in a panic, but Ji Yue suddenly reached out to touch his face, and called his name with a somewhat hoarse voice: "Huan'er... ..."

Mo Yihuan was startled: "Your Majesty?"

He immediately understood that Ji Yue had misunderstood something.Mo Yihuan thought a little apologetically, if Ji Yue knew that he saved him for another purpose, would he be disappointed?

"Your Majesty," Mo Yihuan lowered her head guiltily, and quietly avoided Ji Yue's hand: "...Are you drunk, Your Majesty, or let's take a rest quickly."

Ji Yue bent his lips and smiled, his eyes were still looking at him for a moment, and he replied softly, "Yes."

After the two undressed, they lay face to face on the couch.The faint smell of wine mixed with the smell of red sandalwood lingered on the tip of his nose, the man's eyes were still staring at him relentlessly, Mo Yihuan was about to turn his back uncomfortably, but Ji Yue suddenly said: "Huan'er, when you Why did you ruin your appearance...do you still hate me for that incident?"

Um?Mo Yihuan was taken aback, what's the matter?

With a confused look on his face, he shook his head and denied, "No, no!"

Ji Yue's brows were slightly drawn together, and he emphasized his tone: "I want to listen to your truth."

Mo Yihuan: "Sincerely, sincerely! I want to open it!" Although I don't know what it is, I want to open it first.

Ji Yue said: "...That's good." He smiled slightly, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he reached out to caress the face of the young man in front of him again.The bony fingers follow the outline of the brow bone in detail.

Mo Yihuan held his breath, his eyes misty.Ji Yue's eyes darkened, he grabbed his chin, and turned his face away.

"Huan'er, as long as you obediently stay by my side in the future... I won't treat you badly."