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

At the door of Ji Yue's bedroom, a man dressed as an imperial physician came to the door with a wooden box in his hand. After negotiating with the guards briefly, he walked in smoothly.

The man approached the bed step by step, and on the bed, Ji Yue was sleeping soundly.

Lian Huan squatted down on the bed, lowered her head, her eyes fell on Ji Yue's face.

What a beautiful face.

Long eyebrows fly into the temples, thin lips, slightly raised phoenix eyes, when opened, there is a little white under the pupils.Handsome, but also ruthless face.

And when such a pair of eyes opened, it would probably be his own death.

Lianhuan lowered her eyes and couldn't help but smile wryly.

But what does that matter? Anyway, with such a humble life, what does life have to do with death? Who cares?

Ever since he was selected into the palace by Song Zheji and received those harsh trainings, he knew that he belonged to the kind of people who were destined not to die well.

Lianhuan stretched out her hand and gently caressed Ji Yue's peaceful sleeping face.Fingertips from the brow bone to the nose, and then to the lips without a trace of blood, inch by inch, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"……His Majesty."

As if he had finally made up his mind, he stood up.

He unbuttoned his coat little by little, and hid a silver-white dagger in his sleeve, which was his last chance of survival.Song Zheji once told him that before Ji Yue wanted to kill himself, killing him first was the only way to survive.

Lianhuan carefully looked at the dagger in his hand, and smiled suddenly, he walked to the table and stuck the dagger in an apple.

The white inner robe fell off gently on the ground.

Lianhuan lifted the quilt, lay down in it, and gently leaned against the sleeping man's chest.

The heartbeat in the ears was steady and powerful, again and again.

The smell on the man's body is also very good, it is a faint aroma of red sandalwood.

At this moment, Ji Yue suddenly frowned and his lips moved.

"Huan'er, Huan'er..."

The man's voice was full of urgency and anxiety.

Did he dream about something?Lianhuan thought with a wry smile, even in this man's dream, is it still the boy named Mo Yihuan?

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue's voice became more urgent, and his chest heaved violently.

"...Your Majesty, Huan'er is here."

Not knowing what kind of mentality it was, Lian Huan responded softly.

Hearing this sound, Ji Yue seemed to finally feel relieved, and his frown eased.

Lianhuan suddenly felt sad and funny, so funny that he wanted to laugh, so he really laughed, stood up, looked at Ji Yue's slightly parted thin lips, leaned forward, and kissed them lightly.

This kiss actually carried a bit of revenge.

Reluctantly leaving, Lian Huan leaned against Ji Yue's chest, listening to his heartbeat, fell into a deep sleep.

until the next day.

Lianhuan was thrown out of bed.

He rolled to the ground and hit his head heavily on the corner of the table, the pain made him unable to help but cry out in pain.Ji Yue looked at the man curled up on the ground in shock, his body was trembling slightly with anger: "You, you..."

"Your Majesty!" Lian Huan held his bleeding forehead, but still smiled: "Your Majesty was really amazing last night."

"How could it be you!" Ji Yue stood up, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his eyes were covered with a layer of frightening red: "I clearly remember that it was Huan'er who came to my room yesterday, you, what are you..."

Lian Huan lowered her head: "Your Majesty must have misremembered. When Nu came to visit His Majesty yesterday and helped His Majesty look at his injuries, His Majesty suddenly hugged Nu..."

"Nonsense!" Ji Yue's eyes were about to burst, and he yelled violently, "It must be you! You did something to me, didn't you!"

"I am wronged!" Lian Huan knelt on the ground, her slender body trembling: "I swore that I didn't do anything, Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, he did come here, but he just ran away when he saw His Majesty and this slave... ..."

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue's eyes widened, a look of panic flashed in his eyes, he turned around and ran out of the door quickly.

Mo Yihuan vaguely felt that he was bumping on something.

His head was still groggy, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.He tried hard to open his eyes, as if he was being embraced in a warm embrace, a faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, he was somewhat familiar with this smell...

Mo Yihuan reacted abruptly.

Song broken halberd? !

He opened his eyes suddenly, and at the same time, a gentle voice sounded above his head: "Are you awake?"

Mo Yihuan turned his head and met a pair of light-colored pupils.

"...Brother Song?"

There was a violent jolt while speaking, and Mo Yihuan's body tilted, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.The arm around him tightened suddenly, and the man's warm breath fell on the back of his neck: "Be careful, sit still."

It was only then that Mo Yihuan realized that he was really on horseback.He looked around in panic, only to see that the surrounding darkness was thick, and the moonlight reflected the trees beside the road, as if he was in a mountain forest.

Mo Yihuan panicked: "I, where am I?"

The man behind him replied unhurriedly: "On the way back to Song Dynasty."

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened instantly.Recalling what happened before he fell into a coma, he exclaimed: "...you knocked me out and brought me out?"

Song Zheji didn't respond, noncommittal.

Mo Yihuan was still in shock.

Isn't this kind of thing usually done by villains?Isn't Song Zheji the hero? Why would Wei Guangzheng's hero do such a thing?

"You are poisonous, you!"

Mo Yihuan struggled vigorously in Song Zheji's arms.Obviously he was about to finish his mission and go home, but why did he kill Song Zheji in the first place, so he didn't want to go to Song Kingdom!

"Mr. Mo!" Song Zheji tightened his arms, tightly restrained the restless boy in his arms, and said urgently, "Don't move around, it's dangerous!"

"You let me go, I want to go back!"

Mo Yihuan yelled angrily, and accidentally kicked the horse's belly while struggling. The horse was startled, hissed long and raised its front hooves.

Both Mo Yihuan and Song Zheji were thrown off their horses and fell hard to the ground.Song Zheji held the boy tightly in his arms, rolled over several times in his arms, and finally fell hard on a tree trunk.

Mo Yihuan was frightened and couldn't speak.Looking at the man on his body again, his hair was a little messy, and his usually snow-white robe was also stained and scratched a few times.

The man looked at him with concern: "Mr. Mo, are you hurt?"

At this time, there was the sound of horseshoes beside him, several guards reined in their horses, and one after another got off their horses to help Song to break his halberd.

Song Zheji didn't turn his head back, and said flatly, "No need."

Mo Yihuan panted heavily: "Brother Song, what are you doing, you..."

Song Zheji interrupted him: "Now is not the time to talk about these things. When we go back to the Song Kingdom, I will apologize to the young master."

Mo Yihuan: "The problem is, I don't! Ben! I don't want to go back to Song Kingdom with you!"

Song Zheji frowned slightly, and a fleeting haze flashed in his eyes.He smiled again: "Mr. Mo, there is no time to waste on this journey. Are you obedient?"

Song Zheji smiled as warmly as ever, but Mo Yihuan suddenly felt...

The man in front of him made him a little strange.

...It was so unfamiliar that he was a little scared.

Mo Yihuan instinctively shrank back.

Seeing this small movement of the young man in front of him, Song Zheji narrowed his eyes.He stretched out his hand and tore off the belt around Mo Yihuan's waist, grabbed his hand involuntarily, and tied his slender wrist tightly with the belt.

Mo Yihuan exclaimed: "Song Zheji!"

Song Zheji said in a warm voice with a sincere face: "I offended you."

At this moment, Mo Yihuan was really scared: "What are you doing! Let go of me, if you still treat me as a friend..."

Song Zheji frowned slightly, put his fingers on his lips, and made a "shh" movement.

"My lord, don't shout loudly, it will attract attention."

"Song Zheji!" Mo Yihuan almost cried.

Song Zheji showed a troubled look: "Mr. Mo, you don't want me to block your mouth like this, so stop shouting, okay?"

The man's voice was very gentle, as if asking for his opinion.

...But the tone of the words is full of irresistibility.

Mo Yihuan was stunned.

Although the man in front of him looked gentle and spoke softly, but for some reason, Mo Yihuan felt that he was more frightening than when Ji Yue was furious.

The man helped him to stand up, and carefully patted the dust off his body.The guards on the side gathered around one after another: "My lord!"

Song Zheji said lightly: "I'm fine, let's continue on our way."

As he spoke, he turned to Mo Yihuan again, saw the young man's thin clothes open wide, frowned and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Mo Yihuan: "..."

Song Zheji took off his cloak and put it on for him, then got on the horse and scooped the young man onto the horse's back.

The cold wind whizzed past the galloping horse, and Mo Yihuan asked 520, wanting to cry but without tears: "What's going on?"

520: "I don't know, I'm the true love system, and I can only detect the true love value. It's the black system's job to detect the black value."

Mo Yihuan: "Black, melt?!"

He looked confused, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

First he felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and then he realized it was the drink.But then the fire seemed to start to spread, spreading to all the limbs and bones, and the whole body began to feel hot for no reason.

Mo Yihuan's mouth was a little dry, and he swallowed with difficulty.

He couldn't be more familiar with this feeling.

Wine, that glass of wine...

Mo Yihuan almost wanted to slap herself in the face.Sure enough, he shouldn't take chances. He has already suffered a loss before, so why doesn't he have a long memory!

But then he realized something more serious.

Ji Yue is not by his side now, but what is more frightening is that the person by his side is...

At this moment, the man behind him seemed to notice something strange about Mo Yihuan.He leaned closer, his warm breath falling on his ears.

"...What's the matter, Mr. Mo?"