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

Ji Yue was startled.

He paused, looked away and said slowly: "Your sister has already left the palace."

The man's voice was very soft, and there was a bit of guilt in his eyes.Looking at his uncharacteristic expression, Mo Yihuan was almost sure that he was lying.

Mo Yihuan sniffled, trying to suppress the choking in her throat, and said, "Your Majesty, just tell me... is my sister still alive?"

The man's eyes widened instantly.

"...Where did you hear that?"

Ji Yue's shocked expression once again confirmed his prediction in his heart. He grabbed the man's arm and asked with the last ounce of luck: "Is she really dead?"

Ji Yue lowered his face, pulled his arm back from the boy's hand, and said in an orderly tone: "You shouldn't be here now, go back to your room."

Mo Yihuan: "Your Majesty..."

Ji Yue turned his back and said decisively: "Go back, I don't want to say it a third time!"

Mo Yihuan took a step forward, stood in front of Ji Yue, and said excitedly with red eyes: "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me before you did this... Don't you think it's too selfish for you to do this? My sister is innocent of……"

"Selfish?" Ji Yue laughed out loud when he heard the word.He stretched out his hand to lift the boy's chin, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Huan'er, are you naive or stupid? It seems that I protect you too well... Do you know that if I am not 'selfish', You don't know how many times you have died!"

Mo Yihuan was in a hurry and shouted angrily: "Then can you kill her?"

After a long silence, the man's chest heaved violently. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his black pupils were filled with uncontrollable anger.

"I have done so much for you... In the end, in exchange for you to question me like this?"

He tightened his fingers on the boy's jaw.

"Mo Yihuan, just because I treat you well, doesn't mean you can put on your face. Remember your identity to me at all times, you are just a subjugated slave, a pet of a female under my body!"

The words that fell on the ear were so cold that there was no warmth, and the arc of the man's bloodless lips was contemptuous and ironic.Mo Yihuan stared at him blankly, suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a little strange.

The hot fingertips stroked the young man's face inch by inch, and the man's voice fell coldly: "I like you, so I'm used to you everywhere, if I'm tired of you..." His tone was serious: "Just rely on your few words In other words, even if you have a few heads, it's not enough!"

The boy's eyes widened, a flash of fear flashed in his watery eyes, and his amber pupils trembled slightly.

"Why, do you know you're afraid now?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple moved, and he leaned over the boy's ear and lowered his voice: "...Even if I really killed your sister, what can you do?"

The man's words fell lightly, but Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat.

That's right... Even if he knew the truth, what could he do with the man in front of him?

In a daze, the man lifted his chin, leaned over and kissed her forcefully.Mo Yihuan instinctively refused, a faint smell of blood overflowed in his mouth, Mo Yihuan felt nauseous for a while, pressed against the man's chest and pushed him away with all his might.

Pushed by him, Ji Yue took a step back, and let out a muffled sigh from his throat.He staggered and stood firm, clutching his chest, frowning, with a pained expression on his face, panting heavily.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yihuan was shocked.

... What happened to Ji Yue?

"Your Majesty!" Mo Yihuan subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to help Ji Yue, but the man threw off his hand like an electric shock and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Mo Yihuan was startled and stared blankly at the furious man in front of him.

Ji Yue turned his eyes away, his shoulders rose and fell violently, and it took him a while to catch his breath.After a pause, he said coldly, "Get out, I don't want to see you now."

Mo Yihuan lowered his eyes and walked out of the gate of the imperial study in a daze.

... Ji Yue is not a person, really not a person.

He was almost deceived by his gentle and pampering performance some time ago, but it didn't take long for him to show his true colors again.The description of this villain tyrant in the book is correct, Ji Yue is simply a cruel, ruthless, surly, cold-blooded animal.

I'd better finish the task quickly, and then slip away.Otherwise, like what Ji Yue said, one day when he gets bored, it might be the time when his life is over.

It's just that Mo Huaishang got hurt...

Thinking of Mo Huaishang, Mo Yihuan's heart felt bitter again, and his eyes became faintly hot.

At this moment, a warm and clear voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Yihuan turned her head and met a pair of worry-filled peach blossom eyes.

Tsk, Song Zheji saw his embarrassing appearance again!Mo Yihuan hastily wiped his face with his sleeve, and forced out an ugly smile: "Brother Song, we met again."

Song Zheji frowned slightly, and said: "Mr. Mo, I heard about the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the country. Now is a special time, and everyone in the palace is talking about you. It's better for you not to walk around casually and avoid the limelight for now."

Mo Yihuan: "Oh."

The nose and the end of the eyes of the young boy in front of him were red, and his voice had a strong nasal sound.Song Zheji's light-colored pupils moved, and a strange color flashed across his face: "...why are you crying?"

Mo Yihuan lowered his head and looked away: "I didn't cry, sand got into my eyes."

Song Zheji sighed softly, stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.But as soon as his fingertips touched the young man's face, the young man immediately showed a panicked expression, like a frightened fawn, dodging vigilantly.

Song Zheji's hand froze in mid-air, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Why, did His Majesty make you sad?"

Mo Yihuan: "..."

"Is it because of Miss Mo?"

This Song Zheji can really speak, one poke will be accurate.Mo Yihuan raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a muffled voice, "...you also know about this?"

"Let's talk in the room." Song Zheji smiled lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Since the young master is still willing to treat me as a friend, if there is any unhappy matter, I am willing to help the young master share some of it."

Wen Xiao walked out of Ji Yue's bedroom with a wooden box, and passed by a man in red.A faint fragrance entered the tip of his nose, Wen Xiao was taken aback, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the man.

The man covered something in his hand with his sleeve, met Wen Xiao's gaze slantingly, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Young master, why are you staring at me like this, I'm so embarrassed!"

Wen Xiao blushed slightly, and quickly lowered her head to look away.

But no matter how I think about it, I always feel that the smell is a bit strange...

Wen Xiao shook his head, without thinking too much, and hurried away with the suitcase.

In the dormitory, behind the heavy gauze curtains, the pale man's eyes were slightly closed, his underwear was open, his chest was wrapped with thick gauze, and bright red blood was faintly oozing from the gauze.

A voice of notification came from the door: "Your Majesty... Mr. Huan please see me!"

Hearing the word "Huan", Ji Yue's eyebrows twitched, he opened his eyes suddenly, a look of surprise flashed across his face, he stood up from the bed, and hurriedly said: "Let him in!"

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a slender figure stepped in slowly, pushed aside layers of curtains, walked up to the man, knelt down and said, "Lian Huan pays homage to Your Majesty."

Ji Yue frowned, not hiding the disappointment in his eyes, and said with an ugly face: "What are you here for?"

Lian Huan lowered her eyes and said softly: "I heard that His Majesty was injured, I was very worried, and wanted to come over to see His Majesty's injury..."

Ji Yue sneered: "You are very well-informed about the news?"

Lian Huan smiled calmly: "I have studied in the imperial hospital for two years, and know a thing or two about medical skills."

While speaking, bursts of faint fragrance drifted away.Ji Yue only felt that the fragrance was sweet and greasy, as if sticking to the tip of his nose for a long time, which made him more upset, and said impatiently: "Get out."

Lianhuan raised her eyes.

The man in front of him was only wearing a half-open underwear, and between the open lapels, the shapely and graceful muscle lines were faintly visible.The loose black hair was a little messy, and his face was bloodless, making his handsome features even more indifferent and restrained.

The man's eyes flashed, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Your Majesty, why don't you ask the slave to look at the wound for Your Majesty?"

"...Tell me, is Ji Yue a human being?"

In the room, the young man complained bitterly about the man's guilt with snot and tears.

The man in front of him listened quietly and handed over a snow-white handkerchief.While the young man was blowing his nose unceremoniously with a handkerchief, he said shallowly: "Miss Mo is indeed innocent. But have you ever thought about it, Your Majesty's actions are all to save your life?"

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost: "You speak for him?"

Song Zheji shook his head: "I didn't mean that, I know Miss Mo is the only relative of the young master..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking!" Mo Yihuan hurriedly interrupted him.Isn't this Song Zheji very good at talking, why is it that the more he listens to him now, the more uncomfortable he is?

"I said the wrong thing." Song Zheji showed an apologetic expression on his face: "However, there is one thing I still have some doubts about Miss Mo... Has the young master asked His Majesty everything clearly?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Song Zheji said slowly, "Although Miss Mo can't see anyone or a dead body, the head at the city gate is so bloody that I can't see clearly..."

Mo Yihuan realized what he meant, his eyes widened instantly, and he became excited: "You mean?"

Song Zheji smiled and said: "Some things, it's better to ask clearly. Misunderstandings are always inevitable."

Mo Yihuan said stiffly and dryly: "What you said... seems to make sense."

Song Zheji said: "Master, why don't you ask His Majesty now?"

"Okay!" The young man stood up quickly with bright eyes, as if thinking of something again, his eyes darkened, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "But he was acting weird today, he was very aggressive towards me, and even said very nasty things... ..."

"I think the young master was emotional. He said something disrespectful to His Majesty. It's normal for His Majesty to be angry." Song Zheji smiled and said, "This time, if you ask him kind words this time, he will definitely not be willing to attack you again."

The young man stared at him blankly: "Brother Song, why do you know everything..."

"Let's go." Song Zheji urged in a warm voice: "I'm with you, and I just happen to have something to discuss with His Majesty."

"Okay!" Mo Yihuan rushed out impatiently.

Looking at the young man's back, Song Zheji slightly lowered his eyes, hooked his lips, and a gleam of light flashed across his light-colored pupils.