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

Fu Xihan bowed his head: "Don't dare, it's just that Mr. Mo was injured to save His Majesty, so..."

Ji Yue looked at the young man lying on the ground coughing, his eyes flickered, and finally turned his eyes away, and said: "...Bring Mo Yihuan back to the West Palace!"

Mo Yihuan watched helplessly as Song Zheji was dragged away by several guards, and then several guards came and dragged him up as well, pulling him towards Xigong involuntarily.

Wait a minute, Song Zheji is a good male lead, and before he left Xinshou Village, he was about to cause him to "die before leaving the teacher?"

How the plot shouldn't develop!

He asked 520 in bewilderment, "What's going on here!"

520: "If you messed with yourself, figure out a way to solve it yourself! Why, if you have the ability to provoke a man, you can't make peace with it?"

Mo Yihuan: "Damn it, who messed with the man? It's not whether you can say something useful, your male lead is going to die, what's the matter!"

520: "Then go and save him!"

Mo Yihuan: "How can I save you if you are in trouble!"

529: "Activate your clever little brain and find a way to save it!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense! If I had a way, I would still have to ask you a little scum..." Mo Yihuan complained halfway, and suddenly realized that he should stop thinking about how to save Song Zheji now, because... …

He was dragged into the room, the guards went out one after another, and the door closed with a "bang".Ji Yue stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, his face ashen.

Because he seems to be a mud bodhisattva crossing the river now, and he will be hard to protect himself...

Ji Yue stood in the shadows, chuckled lightly, and said: "No wonder you would rather betray your own sister and leave my side so much, just to elope with your Mr. Song?"

Mo Yihuan looked at him with a reticent look, and thought that he wouldn't listen to a serious explanation anyway, rolled his eyes, and simply put on a playful smile: "Hey! If you don't elope, how could you elope Woolen cloth?"

Ji Yue frowned more and more, stepped forward, and shouted sharply: "Mo Yihuan, I'm not joking with you!"

"Your Majesty, you don't even listen to my explanation!" Mo Yihuan put on a sincere look, and said, "Let me be honest, I don't like Song Zheji who is weak and weak at all, I just like it." Your Majesty is tall, mighty, evil and mad!"

Ji Yue: "..." He was full of anger and wanted to explode, but he was speechless after this call. He was speechless for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Mo Yihuan strikes while the iron is hot: "Your Majesty, don't be jealous, it's unnecessary! It's really unnecessary!"

"You fart... Presumptuous! How could I be jealous of you?!" Ji Yue raised his eyebrows, his face flushed slightly: "Mo Yihuan, don't be too affectionate, I..."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is not jealous!" Mo Yihuan followed the good advice: "Your Majesty is only angry with my concubine for misconduct, and this concubine knows his mistake! This concubine will not dare to do it again next time!"

Ji Yue was silent for a long while: "... Mo Yihuan, please don't talk sweet words to me."

Mo Yihuan blinked, and tentatively said: "So, Your Majesty, if you kill Song Zheji, you will kill innocent people indiscriminately! Besides, if you offend the Song State, when the two countries go to war, Your Majesty will also learn from the unknown." ah……"

Ji Yue looked at him expressionlessly, and sneered: "After all, don't you want me to spare Song Zheji's life? I advise you, don't waste your time talking."

Mo Yihuan was anxious, thinking, why is this person like a rock, smelly and hard, and can't speak at all?

Ji Yue took a step forward, raised his eyebrows slightly: "However, I really want to see how much you can do for him?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yue looked at him steadily, his phoenix eyes were icy cold: "Of course you are doing something that suits your status."

No, what is his identity...

Ji Yue continued slowly: "Mo Yihuan, you are using all your methods to serve me now. If you are happy to serve me, I may consider to spare his life."

Mo Yihuan trembled: "...Your Majesty, the concubine still doesn't understand, how can I serve you?"

It won't really be what he thinks...

A teasing arc curled up on Ji Yue's lips, and he said with a half-smile, "How do you think... how else can I serve you?"