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

"Don't worry, my lord, the poison your Majesty has been poisoned by is not strong, and the medicine will disappear after a little rest."

Hearing the imperial doctor's words, Mo Yihuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked impatiently: "Then the wound on his chest..."

"Your Majesty, this was injured by a sword blade. Although it was a penetrating wound, it didn't hurt the heart veins. It can be cured after a few months of rest."

Only then did Mo Yihuan feel relieved.

The imperial doctor said again: "I can light some ambergris to help His Majesty calm down, Mr. Mo should not be by Your Majesty's side, lest..."

Seeing that he was hesitating to speak, Mo Yihuan knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would accidentally shoot his guns here, so he nodded and responded, "Well, I see, I'm leaving now."

As he spoke, he sat down on Ji Yue's bedside.

Ji Yue's drunken face had already lightened a bit, and his eyes were not as blurred as before, but Mo Yihuan reached out to touch his face, and it was still a little hot.

Feeling the boy's approaching breath, the man stretched out his hand to grab his hand and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. He wanted to pull him into his arms, and murmured, "Huan'er!"

Mo Yihuan was a little helpless: "Stop barking, you are a repeater and can say these two words?"

Ji Yue propped himself up unsteadily, leaned towards him, and said in a coaxing tone: "Huan'er, I feel bad..."

Mo Yihuan: "!"

This was caught off guard...

Mo Yihuan glanced at the old doctor who bowed his head and stood still, and said angrily, "I'm so uncomfortable! Give me a good rest, don't always think about messing around, understand?"

As if Ji Yue had never heard of it, he took his hand and pulled it down. Mo Yihuan withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and said with a blushing face, "Hey!"

The old doctor seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and coughed lightly: "Mr. Mo, Your Majesty, he is still insane..."

Ok.

Mo Yihuan leaned down, stretched out his hand and gently squeezed the man's face, and said slowly in a voice that could only be heard between two people: "I believe my sister is fine, when you wake up, you'd better explain it to me." clear!"

The man stared at him blankly, not knowing if he understood.

Mo Yihuan pursed his lips, as if he had finally made up his mind, closed his eyes gently, and slowly approached, pressing a light kiss on Ji Yue's thin lips.

Ji Yue's breathing was stagnant, and his voice was trembling: "Huan'er..."

Mo Yihuan wanted to stand up, but the man embraced him first, turning his back on the guest.

He had obviously kissed many times before, but for some reason, this time Mo Yihuan felt his face getting hotter and hotter, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

……what happened!

He tore away the man's arm that climbed around his waist, and almost ran away.After running out of the dormitory for an unknown distance, Mo Yihuan stopped, bent over and panting.

520's voice sounded: "Ahem, it's a straight man's behavior, I'm so stupid."

Mo Yihuan: "..."

520: "..."

Mo Yihuan blushed, and couldn't help it anymore: "I'm trying to gain favorability, you know what the hell!"

520: "As you wish, Ji Yue's true love value is +10, and the current true love value is 60, which is one step closer to completing the task!"

Mo Yihuan: "...Huh?"

When Mo Yihuan returned to Lenggong, he saw Fu Xihan still sleeping at the door.

He couldn't bear Fu Xihan to just sleep on the cold floor like this, trying to drag him onto the bed with all his might, but he couldn't do it at all.

At this moment, a pair of clean white boots suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Mo, let me help you."

Mo Yihuan looked up, saw a familiar handsome face, and said in astonishment: "Brother Song, why are you here?"

Song Zheji smiled lightly: "Let's carry Guard Fu there first."

The two of them carried the shoulders and the legs, and finally moved Fu Xihan to the couch in the back room.

Mo Yihuan muttered in a low voice: "It's weird, why haven't you woke up for so long..."

Song Zheji said: "Because I gave him another dose of mist."

Mo Yihuan: "?"

Song Zheji smiled: "Mr. Mo, I'm going back tonight, won't you have a drink with me, Mr. Mo?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback: "You, you are leaving tonight."

Song Zheji lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

"That's good..." Before Mo Yihuan could say what she promised, she suddenly remembered about the "Spring God Pill", and her face froze: "Well, I can't drink much."

Song Zheji asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"That's it," Mo Yihuan stammered for a long time, really unable to explain: "I really can't drink it, otherwise how about drinking tea, I'll replace wine with tea?"

The light in Song Zheji's light-colored pupils dimmed, he lowered his head, and when he raised his eyes to look at Mo Yihuan again, the sad look on his face had disappeared, and he smiled nonchalantly: "If that's the case, then I Don't force it."

Seeing Song Zheji's lost appearance, Mo Yihuan felt inexplicably guilty.He thought, anyway, the three days that the medicine lasted had already passed, so it shouldn't matter if he just drank a little, right?

It really doesn't work...he will go to Ji Yue to solve the problem?

Thinking of this, he sat down at the table, took the jar of wine that Song Zheji had brought back, opened the cork and poured two glasses, pretending to be bold and said: "Forget it, I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman today. , Come on Brother Song! Do it!"

Song Zheji sat across from him, covered his face with his sleeve gracefully, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.After drinking a cup, two touches of red appeared on his fair face, and he said with a crooked smile, "Mr. Xie Mo."

Looking at the rippling liquid in the glass, Mo Yihuan felt a little guilty and said, "Well, I'll just have a drink!" After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, and imitated Song Zheji's way of drinking with his head raised.

The strong wine entered his throat, choking him so hard that he bent over and coughed.When he raised his head again, he saw Song Zheji silently looking at him.

Mo Yihuan vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, coughed lightly and said, "Well, work hard after you go back, strive to inherit the throne as soon as possible and marry Bai Fumei to reach the pinnacle of life!"

Song Zheji said quietly: "After we part this time, we don't know when we will see each other again."

Mo Yihuan nodded sadly: "That's right."

He couldn't help feeling a little emotional, maybe he would never see Song Zheji again until he finished his mission and left here.

He lowered his eyes, but heard the man's gentle and clear voice above his head: "So, Mr. Mo, won't you come with me this time?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback, and blurted out almost without thinking: "Why should I go with you?"

After speaking, seeing Song Zheji's stiff expression, Mo Yihuan realized that what he said was too straightforward.He coughed lightly: "I'm fine here, isn't it necessary?"

"Ji Yue destroyed your country, forced you to be his pet, and even killed your only relative in this world." Song Zheji said eloquently: "So, even if this is the case, you are willing to stay Are you with him?"

Mo Yihuan: "..."

What he said, it seemed that he was really a heartless white-eyed wolf.but……

He didn't know how to explain it, so he just kept his head down and said nothing.

An awkward silence filled the room.After a while, only Song Zheji chuckled: "Oh, I see."

For some reason, Mo Yihuan felt that his laughter was a little weird.

Song Zheji said softly again: "Mr. Mo, do you still remember that at the reception banquet, Ji Yue asked me why I came?"

Hearing what he said, Mo Yihuan felt more and more wrong in his heart: "Wait a minute..."

Song Zheji interrupted him involuntarily: "I risked my life to come here this time, just for one person."

Mo Yihuan: "Stop talking!" He seemed to know what Song Zheji was going to say next.

Song Zheji rolled his Adam's apple: "Mr. Mo, you."

Mo Yihuan: "..."

The man's face was as calm as ever, his eyes were gentle as he looked at him, and his shallow pupils trembled slightly.

Mo Yihuan collapsed for a moment: "No, didn't you agree to only treat me as a friend?"

Song Zheji smiled slightly: "I lied to you."

Mo Yihuan: "?"

He didn't expect that the man in front of him could say these three words so calmly and confidently.

Song Zheji stood up, his tall figure shrouded in a shadow, but his face showed a concerned look: "Mr. Mo, can you still stand up now?"

Mo Yihuan blinked, and finally realized what he said. There was an instant "thump" in his heart, and he hurriedly wanted to stand up, but an overwhelming dizziness hit him, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.

Song Zheji approached step by step, Mo Yihuan watched a pair of spotless white boots come into view, he blinked vigorously, only to feel that his vision became more and more blurred.

The man squatted down in front of him, stretched out his hand, gently caressed the back of the boy's neck, and slowly pulled the drowsy boy into his arms.

"...Come with me, okay?"

At night, a few horsemen and horses galloped forward in the dense darkness like ink.

The horse's back was bumping, but the young man in his arms was still asleep in a drowsy state.

Song Zheji lowered his head, and the evening wind lifted a few strands of hair on the temples of the young man in his arms, and brushed over the tip of his nose, with a faint smell of saponin, which made him itchy.

Under the moonlight, Song Zheji's gaze fell on the young man's face involuntarily.He slept peacefully, the vertical and horizontal scars on his face seemed to have faded a lot, his eyelashes trembled slightly like butterflies resting, his rosy lips were slightly parted, maybe it was because of drinking, his face was slightly red.

He stagnated for breath, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, caressing the face in front of him.

The touch of the fingertips is delicate, smoother than the finest silk.

The young man smacked his lips and struggled in his arms: "Your Majesty, don't make trouble!"

His Majesty?

Hearing these two words, Song Zheji's fingers trembled, and his eyes darkened.

"Young Master Mo, take care, I am not your Majesty."

The sullen words fell down, and the man's hand squeezed the boy's face a little as if punishing him.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to open his eyes.