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

Mo Yihuan was locked in the room just like that, watching the sky outside the window darken and brighten, brighten and then darken.

He even began to have an illusion that if Ji Yue didn't come, he would grow mushrooms.

The food delivered by Fu Xihan was already cold.But Mo Yihuan had no appetite at all, he turned his head and asked Fu Xihan: "What day is it today?"

Fu Xihan replied, "It's the third day."

Mo Yihuan finally couldn't bear it any longer. He slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table, and stood up from the chair quickly: "Do you think he is poisonous? Do you think what he did is human affairs?"

Fu Xihan lowered his head and said quietly: "Young Master, calm down, Your Majesty is also for your own good."

"Fart!" Mo Yihuan was so angry that he turned his head and asked angrily, "Tell me, after so many days, is there any news from His Majesty?"

"No." Fu Xihan said indifferently: "Mr. Mo, the food is cold, the subordinate will go down and order the servants to change some more."

"I don't want to eat, you can take these dishes out." Mo Yihuan said angrily: "Also, can you stop looking at me here, you make me uncomfortable. Don't worry, I will run away anyway if I'm locked up Don't drop!"

Fu Xihan said with no expression on his face: "Your Majesty has ordered that your subordinates stay close to the young master."

Mo Yihuan became impatient, and blurted out: "Then I want to take a bath now, do you want to follow?"

Fu Xihan: "..."

Seeing that his expression was different, Mo Yi yelled while the iron was hot: "I'm going to get moldy, I need to take a bath now, hurry up and get someone to bring the tub for me."

Fu Xihan paused: "...Yes."

After a while, the maid brought the tub.

Mo Yihuan unbuttoned two coat buttons in front of Fu Xihan, raised her eyebrows and said, "Brother Han, if you don't go out again, will I continue?"

Fu Xihan took a step back, his face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head and said, "Your subordinates are standing guard at the door, and you can tell me anything, sir."

After speaking, he saluted, and then hurriedly left the room.

Mo Yihuan put his clothes on the shelf beside him, and stepped into the bathtub.Soaking in the warm petal water, the restless mood that has been restless for the past three days finally relaxes a little.

Mo Yihuan gritted his teeth and said to himself, Ji Yue, a doggy man, left himself here for three days without making a sound, and when he comes back, he must settle the score with him...

At this moment, a soft female voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Do you want your servant to help Mr. Mo take a bath?"

Mo Yihuan was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the barrel: "???"

He turned his head abruptly, and found a figure of Pingting standing outside the gauze tent. Looking at her clothes, she vaguely looked like a maid who had just brought a bathtub.

Mo Yihuan was surprised and said, "Didn't you just leave?"

"Hee hee." The palace maid smiled lightly: "Master, you have to watch things carefully, the one who just left is not a slave."

Mo Yihuan vaguely felt that something was wrong: "You...what are you talking about?"

The figure of the maid approached slowly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo, long time no see."

This voice was completely different from the delicate female voice just now. Although it was still slender, it was much deeper. It was a man's voice.

This voice is familiar to Mo Yihuan, this voice...is it Lianhuan?

Mo Yihuan blurted out in surprise: "Can you still change your voice?"

"There are so many slaves!" Lian Huan opened the curtain and walked in gracefully, put her slender hands on Mo Yi Huan's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Young Master, do you want to see it?"

"Get off!" Mo Yihuan suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, jumped up like an electric shock, quickly stood up and pulled the clothes on the side to wrap himself tightly, and stared at the big man in women's clothing in front of him: "Don't make trouble, I Don't eat your tricks!"

Lianhuan was still smiling, but Mo Yihuan felt that his smile was a little creepy.Only then did he realize the point, and hurriedly said, "By the way, what are you doing here?"

Lian Huan raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm looking for you, Young Master!"

Mo Yihuan used Jio to know that the visitor was not kind, so he sullenly said bluntly, "He's looking for trouble, right? Get out quickly, or I'll call Fu Xihan in."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Lian Huan made a look of grievance: "Mr. Mo, I came here out of good intentions."

Mo Yihuan frowned and looked at him: "What, you don't panic because I'm bored, so come over and sing me a song to relieve boredom. That's fine, then you can sing "Eighteen Touches" for me!"

The corner of Lian Huan's mouth twitched: "Young master really knows how to joke."

Mo Yi laughed happily: "Why, you can't sing either!"

Lian Huan frowned, collected her expression and said slowly: "Speaking of which, Young Master has been locked up here for two days, and you still don't know what happened outside?"

Mo Yihuan: "I don't know."

Lian Huan said with a half-smile: "In the past two days, every household has put up lanterns and festoons to celebrate His Majesty's wedding and the Empress's blessing."

Mo Yihuan blinked, thinking she had heard wrong: "What?"

Lian smiled happily, staring at him with a pair of long and narrow eyes, with little smiles in his eyes, and said: "Your Majesty has accepted a queen, I think this queen's son should be familiar, his surname is Mo, and his name is Huaishang. "

Mo Yihuan: "???"

He reached out and picked his ear: "Are you kidding me?"

Lian Huan blinked aggrievedly: "What are you doing lying to me, Master! If you don't believe me, go out and ask... Ah!" He covered his lips, as if he said something wrong, shook his head and sighed: "But you don't have to go to Mo The girl is gone, and I can’t find it even if I look for it.”

Mo Yihuan frowned: "Why?"

"Miss Mo is dead, and the bloody head will be displayed at the gate of the city." Lianhuan lowered her eyebrows, pretending to mourn: "I have pity on your sister, such a flowery and jade-like cardamom girl, she became the second empress." My God, I was personally bestowed to death by His Majesty, not even a whole body was left behind, tsk tsk tsk..."

The man's words fell into his ears word by word, like five thunders hitting the top, Mo Yihuan froze all of a sudden.

Mo Huaishang is dead?

Mo Yihuan took a step forward and grabbed Lianhuan's collar, excitedly said: "You lied to me?"

Lian laughed happily: "If there is a word to lie to the young master, it will make the servant die."

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened: "How is it possible..."

Lian Huan wrestled out of his hands, straightened his crumpled collar, and said with a half-smile: "Your Majesty followed the instructions of heaven and executed the so-called 'Remnants of the Mo family', which not only saved the young master's life, but also Shut up the mouths of those ministers. Young Master... Aren't you surprised by His Majesty's strategy?"

Mo Yihuan stood there blankly.

He had imagined how Ji Yue would deal with this matter many times, but he never expected that Ji Yue... would be so cruel that he made Mo Huaishang his scapegoat.

He is not the original owner, and has no actual blood relationship with Mo Huaishang.But Mo Yihuan can really feel that Mo Huaishang is using her life to love her "incompetent" younger brother. For him, this woman with a strong personality in the original book even gave up her country's hatred and family hatred, but now ...

Mo Huaishang died.

The original owner's only family member in this world gave his life like this.

Mo Yihuan was thinking blankly, the huge sense of guilt made his heart feel as if it was clenched by a big hand, he felt a little difficult to breathe, his eyes turned black, and even the blood in his body was cold.

... If she didn't have herself, she should be with Song Zheji and live happily ever after, right?

Lian Huan looked at the young man in front of him, and slightly curled the corners of his lips invisibly, but his eyes widened in feigned astonishment: "Oh, my slave, did I say something wrong! I thought the young master had heard about it, Before His Majesty did these things, didn't you discuss it with the young master?"

Mo Yihuan's eyes were red, he raised his legs and rushed outside, the golden chain on his wrist was straightened, making a rattling sound, he pulled the chain frantically, his snow-white wrist was covered with bloodstains.

"Little Poor, do you want to go out so much?" Lian Huan said from the side: "Yes, I haven't seen Your Majesty for a few days, I'm afraid I miss you very much. Let me help you unlock this lock."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, took out a thin silver hairpin from the bun on his head, picked it a few times in the keyhole of the small golden lock, and the lock opened in response.

Mo Yihuan rushed out and saw Fu Xihan collapsed at the door.

Lian Huan smiled and said: "This little guard has been caught by my mist, but he will sleep for a long time. Don't worry, Mr. Mo, go to find His Majesty. If he wakes up, I will come and play with him."

Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth and rushed straight into the night.

What Lian Huan said was right, the palace was indeed decorated with lights and festoons, and the bright red silk and satin on the eaves of the palace hadn't had time to be removed.When it was hot in July, it was sweltering, but after walking the distance from the palace to the imperial study, Mo Yihuan's hands and feet were cold, and even his back was sweating coldly.

The lights in the imperial study room were on, Mo Yihuan ignored the guards at the door, pushed the door open and rushed in.

He saw Ji Yue at a glance.

The man sitting behind the table was wearing a brocade robe, but he was not as vigorous as he always was. His handsome face was pale, and his lips were even less blood-colored. The faint shadows around his eyes made him look haggard.

Seeing Ji Yue's appearance, Mo Yihuan couldn't help being stunned.

Ji Yue raised his eyes and saw him, a look of astonishment flashed across his bloodless face, he stood up suddenly from behind the table, his figure swayed a little unsteadily, and said urgently: "Huan'er, why did you run out? ?”

Mo Yihuan looked at the man in front of him calmly, and all the complicated emotions rushed into his heart.His eyes were a little hot, his throat rolled, and he lowered his eyes: "...Your Majesty, I want to ask you something."

Ji Yue stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, his black pupils were burning with anger: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the room? I don't have time to take care of you now, if something happens to you..."

Mo Yihuan raised his head and met the man's gaze.He took a deep breath and said slowly in a very soft voice:

"...Your Majesty, where is my sister? I want to see her."