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

The horse's back was very bumpy, and Mo Yihuan was already a little groggy, and with such a jolt, he felt that his eyes were going black.

Mo Yihuan bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

...Must not let Song Zheji know about his strangeness, otherwise things will be really troublesome.

Seeing that the young man remained silent, Song Zheji asked anxiously, "Mr. Mo?"

"I..." Mo Yihuan said hesitantly: "I'm fine, I just have a little, uh, stomachache."

The man behind tightened his arms, and said softly: "Be patient, the border of the Song Kingdom is ahead, we can rest at the small town station first."

Ji Yue rushed out of the door of the bedroom, but saw Fu Xihan kneeling straight at the door.

Ji Yue frowned tightly: "Fu Xihan, didn't I tell you to look at Huan'er, what are you kneeling here for?"

Fu Xihan knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling slightly: "This subordinate has neglected his duty and failed to fulfill his duty of guarding Mr. Mo. This subordinate deserves to die. Your Majesty, please come down!"

Hearing this, Ji Yue's eyes widened instantly.

"What did you say?" He took a step forward angrily, and shouted angrily, "What about others? What about Mo Yihuan?"

Fu Xihan lowered his head: "Mr. Mo, he..."

At this moment, another palace official came running, kneeling on the ground out of breath, and said, "Your Majesty, Song Zheji escaped from the palace last night pretending to be a guard in the palace, and met Song Guoan who came to meet him." Wei Yiyi has returned to Song Kingdom..."

Ji Yue's face turned blue, his hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, his chest heaving violently.

"... Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Fu Xihan lowered his head: "This subordinate was intoxicated by the scent, sober for a while. The subordinate heard the voice of conversation, which vaguely sounded like Mr. Mo's voice, and..." He paused, gritted his teeth: "There was also Mr. Song's voice. Then the subordinate passed out again. When he woke up again, Mr. Mo had disappeared, leaving only a letter on the table..."

Ji Yue raised his eyes suddenly: "Song Zheji has been to the Leng Palace?"

Fu Xihan: "This subordinate doesn't know."

Ji Yue's expression froze, with a ruthless expression on his face, with bulging veins on his forehead, he lifted his legs and strode towards Leng Gong.

"Quick, support Your Majesty..." the palace servants shouted.

"Get out!" Ji Yue pushed away the maid who wanted to help him, and shouted violently, making the woman stagger back a step in shock.

There was silence in the cold palace, only the little maid named Chunhua knelt on the ground.

Ji Yue pushed open the door of the room, but there was no one in the room.

"Mo Yihuan, get out!"

No one answered.

There was a letter on the table, Ji Yue grabbed it and opened it with trembling fingers.Inside is a piece of plain paper, with eight words written in elegant ink on it: "I wish you well, and there will be no future."

On the side of the letter, there was a strand of red string, on which was tied a slightly worn jade wrench.

Ji Yue's face was livid, he reached for the finger in disbelief, the blood in his eyes became more and more terrifying, he froze all of a sudden, leaned over and coughed violently, with bright red blood overflowing between his fingers.

On the side, Fu Xihan couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your Majesty!"

Ji Yue lowered his eyes and his shoulders trembled slightly: "Chasing, chasing me..."

Another guard showed a troubled look on his face: "Your Majesty, it's been a night, and I'm afraid they have reached the border of Song State..."

"Then I'll chase you!" Ji Yue yelled violently, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were blood red, and his expression was almost ferocious: "Song Zheji... I will definitely smash his corpse into thousands of pieces, smash his bones into ashes!"

Mo Yihuan didn't know how much longer he could last.

"Mr. Mo, we are already in the territory of Song State." At this moment, Song Zheji said in a soothing tone: "The road is hard, and the post is ahead!"

The boy in his arms didn't respond.

At the gate of the post station, Song Zheji reined in his horse, got off the horse, and was about to reach out to help Mo Yihuan, but saw Mo Yihuan's thin body shaking, precariously on the verge of falling.

Song Zheji's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he hugged the fallen young man into his arms, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Mo?"

He took a closer look, and saw that the face of the young man in his arms was flushed, and he even bit himself a shallow bloodstain.Song Zheji couldn't help being taken aback: "...what's wrong with you?"

The boy's eyes were misty, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Song Zheji stretched out his hand to caress the young man's forehead, his palm was hot to the touch, and he said in shock, "Mr. Mo, you have a fever!"

Mo Yihuan: "No, it's not..."

Song Zheji involuntarily picked up Mo Yihuan and walked into the gate of the station.The boy in his arms threw up his arms and legs indiscriminately: "Put me down and I will walk by myself..."

Song Zheji kicked open the door of the room, and gently placed the young man on the bed: "Mr. Mo, wait, I'll go and call you a doctor."

The boy whimpered softly, curled up into a ball, and pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly.

Song Zheji turned his back and walked out the door.

I don't know why, but I always feel that the expression of the young man just now seems a little familiar...

Song Zheji's footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes widened suddenly.

Isn't the appearance of the young man in front of him the one that fascinated him so much during the reception banquet?

What the boy once said flashed through his mind: "I really can't drink..."

Song Zheji suddenly realized.

No wonder Ji Yue wanted to keep the young man by his side every step of the way. No wonder the shy and soft young man in his impression made such a gesture in front of everyone...

Song Zheji closed the door, turned around again, and strode back to the couch.

Seeing Song Zheji turning back again, the expression on Mo Yihuan's face instantly became terrified, he shrank back, and couldn't even speak clearly: "I, I, I warn you, my disease is contagious. Stay away from me! Otherwise, I will, I will..."

Even though the young man deliberately put on a vicious look, his voice was warm and soft, trembling slightly because of fear, his long eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, and his clear eyes were blurred.

Song Zheji stared at the boy's appearance in a daze, reached out and gently stroked his temple hair.

"Mr. Mo, you said you can't drink because it will become like this?"

The boy's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked away hastily with a look of fear of being exposed.

Song Zheji said softly: "What did Ji Yue give you?"

Mo Yihuan's heart was beating violently, she turned her head and looked at the wall beside her.

"So, you and Ji Yue at the banquet...was also because of drinking wine?"

Song Zheji stared at the young man with a complicated expression.There seemed to be a bit of relief in the tone, but the brows were tightly furrowed, and the eyes were full of pain and resentment.

Mo Yihuan pursed his lips and said nothing, he didn't want to answer Song Zheji, let alone meet his eyes.

I don't know why, but at this moment, he actually misses that man named Ji Yue crazily.His warm and strong embrace, his gentle and hoarse whispers, his hot and domineering kiss...

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan's heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of her chest.

He didn't want anyone except Ji Yue...

Even when Song Zheji just stroked his forehead lightly, he felt a whole-body resistance.

Ji Yue...

Mo Yihuan thought of the name softly in his heart, and reached out to touch the finger that Ji Yue hung around his neck, but when the finger touched it, his neck was empty.

His heart suddenly turned cold, he suddenly turned to Song Zheji, and said excitedly: "Where is the ring, where is my ring?!"

"What ring?" Song Zheji said blankly, "I don't know, maybe I lost it on the way."

Mo Yihuan panicked: "Song Zheji!"

Song Zheji smiled shallowly: "What kind of ring do you want, I will give it to you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's face.The young man showed disgust on his face, turned his head away from his hand, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "...Climb for me!"

Song Zheji asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Mo Yihuan met his eyes directly, and said word by word: "It means to get out."

Song Zheji slightly raised his eyebrows: "...why?"

Before the boy could answer, he bent down and approached slowly, with a dangerous expression on his face, he said slowly: "Why can Ji Yue, but I can't?"

Song Zheji's breath was getting closer and closer, and Mo Yihuan panicked completely, not caring about his lack of strength, and tried hard to support his body, but his arms softened, and he rolled off the bed together with the quilt.

Song Zheji didn't help him, but just watched quietly, his lips were lightly pursed, and his light-colored pupils were dark.

Mo Yihuan got up from the ground in embarrassment on both hands and feet, struggled and ran towards the door, staggered and knocked over the table, knocked his head on the corner of the table with a "bang", the severe pain caused him to close his eyes instantly. Reddened and cried out in pain.

Song Zheji twitched his brows, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he strode forward, embraced the crying boy in his arms, stretched out his hand to caress the red and swollen forehead of the boy, and sighed softly: "Mo Young Master, are you...afraid of me to this extent?"

Being hugged tightly by Song Zheji, smelling the faint fragrance of his body, Mo Yihuan became dizzy again, and couldn't help calling out: "Your Majesty, woo..."

Hearing the word Your Majesty, Song Zheji froze.

"...you see clearly, I am not your Majesty!"

The voice suddenly increased, the fingers holding the young man's shoulder tightened, and the light-colored pupils were faintly angry.

It was the first time Mo Yihuan saw Song Zheji's expression like this, he felt a faint panic, and shrank back in fear.

Song Zheji closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he regained his warm expression.He tightened his arms and said softly: "Be good, Huan'er, I don't want to hurt you..."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback for a moment.

What Song Zheji called just now was... Huan'er?

"Since Ji Yue used such unbearable means to keep you." Song Zheji said softly, with a gentle look on his face, "Then if I do something worse, you will forgive me, right?"