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

"I will never forgive..."

"Then you don't need to forgive, just get used to it."

The man in front of him said, tightening the hands around the back of his head, and slowly bent down, with a look of obsession and frenzy in his shallow eyes.

Wait, Song Zheji... seems to be coming for real?

Mo Yihuan held his breath for an instant, his heart was beating violently nervously, his remaining rationality told himself that he could not have any intimate contact with Song Zheji, otherwise it would be like sparks starting a prairie fire, and he might completely lose control.

Mo Yihuan bit his lower lip tightly, the pain from his lip made him awake for a moment.

Yes, pain, pain can keep him awake...

Mo Yihuan's eyes fell to the side, and there was a fruit knife that fell from the table not far away. He pushed Song Zheji away with all his strength, and crawled to reach the knife in his hand.

Song Zheji looked at the knife in his hand, without the slightest panic on his face, but raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Mr. Mo, what are you going to do? Do you want to use this knife against me?"

Mo Yihuan pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Song Zheji's lips curled slightly, and he said softly: "Then you underestimate my skills."

His tone was soft, but there was a flash of annoyed look in his eyes,

Mo Yihuan clenched the knife tightly in his hand, with a determined expression on his face, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Song Zheji, let me be clear first. If you dare to touch me, I will never forgive you, even a ghost I want to lie on your bedside and cling to you every day!"

"Really?" Song Zheji still smiled slightly: "Did you tell Ji Yue the same when he forced you for the first time?"

"I……"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback for a moment, and when he lost his mind for a moment, Song Zheji leaned forward and pushed him against the wall behind him.

"Mr. Mo, I don't want to force you, but you didn't give me any other choice."

The man leaned close to his ear and whispered in a low voice, his breath warm.Mo Yihuan's fingers curled up involuntarily, and his head became increasingly dizzy...

Ji Yue!

The name that suddenly came to mind was like a thunderbolt, which woke Mo Yihuan up instantly.He gasped for breath, fear almost swallowing him like a tide.

No, he can't just let Song Zheji...

Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth, clenched the fruit knife in her hand, and stabbed it at her arm.

"Ugh-"

The severe pain woke him up instantly, and he screamed out.Song Zheji's body froze, he lowered his head to see clearly the knife stuck in the boy's arm, and his eyes widened for a moment.

Mo Yihuan's eyes were dazzled by the pain, and he was about to pull out the knife when he raised his hand.Song Zheji said urgently: "Don't pull it out..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yihuan pulled out his knife.

There was silence for a moment, and then with the sound effect of "噗味", blood spurted out from the wound.Mo Yihuan's mind went blank for an instant, and a line of large characters silently rolled over: I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

Song Zheji fastened a tourniquet on the wound with a lace, got up and kicked the door open, and urgently ordered the guard at the door: "You go to the medical center in the town to find the doctor, go back quickly!"

Turning around again, I saw the young man curled up in the corner of the wall, clenched the knife in his hand, raised his head and said tremblingly: "Don't come again, if you come again, I will..."

Song Zheji bent down, ignored the young man's struggles with punches and kicks, and involuntarily picked him up and placed him on the bed, and lifted his clothes to check the wound.Seeing that it was only a flesh wound, he relaxed his expression and said in a comforting tone: "Does it still hurt? The doctor will be here in a while, please bear with it for a while."

The boy didn't speak, but pursed his lips nervously, like a frightened fawn, looking at him with vigilance and fear in his eyes.

Song Zheji's eyes darkened, and he turned his back.Mo Yihuan couldn't see his expression, but saw his shoulders slowly rising and falling. "Forget it." He chuckled like self-deprecating: "I was too hasty, so I might as well save this matter for an appropriate time."

... Mo Yihuan's heart tightened, what do you mean by 'the right time'?

Song Zheji sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea without saying a word.

The doctor arrived soon, bandaged Mo Yihuan's wound, and made him take a few small pills.After taking the pill, Mo Yihuan immediately felt a refreshing feeling, and the heat on his body was relieved a lot, but he felt very sleepy, and fell asleep drowsily after a while.

When Mo Yihuan woke up again, except that his hands and feet were still a little weak, everything else felt much better.

There was an unfamiliar environment around him, and when he was looking around uneasily, Song Zheji's voice sounded beside him: "Don't be afraid, you are now in the palace of Song Kingdom."

Mo Yihuan shuddered and instinctively took a step back.

Song Zheji smiled disapprovingly: "Mr. Mo, come with me first."

The door of the hall opened, and a man dressed in bright yellow sat on the dragon chair, his appearance could not be seen clearly in the dim light.Beside him, Song Zheji knelt down and said respectfully, "I pay my respects to my father."

Father?Mo Yihuan thought to himself, is this the unlucky emperor Song Qinghuai in the book who died of a sudden illness not long after and passed the throne to Song Zheji?

At this moment, Song Zheji's voice sounded low: "Mr. Mo!"

Mo Yihuan lowered his head, and then reluctantly knelt down.

"You don't need to be too polite, you have worked hard on this trip." A deep voice sounded in the hall, and after a pause, Song Qinghuai's eyes fell on Mo Yihuan: "This is?

"Ji Yue's pet."

After a long silence, Song Qinghuai said with some doubts: "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Song Zheji said: "... is also Ji Yue's beloved."

Hearing this, Mo Yihuan's body shook, and he turned to look at Song Zheji in disbelief.

... What is he talking about?

Song Zheji did not look sideways, and continued expressionlessly: "According to what I know in the past two years as a hostage, although Ji Yue is cruel, he is also extremely infatuated. And this little girl captured from the Mo Kingdom The young master is the only person he loves."

"The only one?" Song Qinghuai smiled: "You have always been smart, but why are you talking stupid things now! As an emperor, Ji Yue is surrounded by a cloud of beauties, how could he fall in love with a man because of Dudu?"

Song Zheji bowed his head and did not speak.

Song Qinghuai's expression froze suddenly: "Besides, if you bring this pet back, don't you leave a pretext for Ji Yue to attack our country of Song?"

Song Zheji said calmly: "Father, don't worry, Mr. Mo is here with me. Ji Yue will definitely not dare to do this because he is concerned about his safety."

Mo Yihuan was startled, wait, what did Song Zheji mean by saying that he intended to blackmail Ji Yue by himself?

"Oh," Song Qinghuai sneered: "It's ridiculous, you sent a letter overnight saying that you are eager to see me, and you want me to talk about this molestation?"

"One more thing." Song Zheji lowered his head, and said calmly: "My son is not too young, and it's time to put the concubine on the agenda..."

"Oh?" Song Qinghuai said: "You refused to marry the daughter of General Gu's family that I mentioned last time, why are you going back on your word now?"

"Father Emperor," Song Zheji bent down and kowtowed, "I have already made my own heart, so please fulfill my father."

Song Qinghuai frowned: "Just tell me, which family do you want to marry?"

"There is only one person that I want to marry," Song Zheji nodded, his voice was not loud, but he was very firm: "It is the son next to me, Mo Yihuan."

Mo Yihuan: "...what the hell?"

There was another silence for a while, until Song Qinghuai slapped the dragon chair vigorously, and a loud "bang" echoed in the empty hall, accompanied by an angry shout: "Absurd, it is absolutely absurd!"

Mo Yihuan looked at Song Zheji as if he had seen a ghost, and said in a low voice, "Song Zheji, are you okay..."

Song Zheji shook his head slightly, and said with his lips: "Stop, mouth."

Song Qinghuai stood up: "No, I won't allow it!"

Song Zheji raised his voice, and said calmly: "My son will not marry unless he is the only one, please let the emperor do it!"

Song Qinghuai flicked his sleeves angrily: "Bastard!"

Song Zheji lowered his head and looked submissive, but his words were a little aggressive: "My son has made up his mind, please think twice."

"Presumptuous!" Song Qinghuai seemed to be out of breath, coughed violently twice, and hoarsely shouted: "Get out, you all get out!"

Song Zheji stood up, saluted, then turned and walked towards the gate.

Mo Yihuan followed behind in a daze, feeling that he was frightened.

After leaving the hall, Song Zheji turned around, looked at the stunned young man, smiled and stretched out his hand to his face: "What's wrong, did you scare you?"

Mo Yihuan dodged his hand like an electric shock, pointed at herself: "You, you marry me?"

Song Zheji nodded, with a soft smile in his light-colored pupils, and a smile on his lips: "I've been planning this for a long time. You will marry into my family within five days. the Crown Princess."

Mo Yihuan: "But your father doesn't want you to..."

Song Zheji smiled, and said disapprovingly: "I just call him father emperor in respect of him, he can't be my master."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback, why did Song Zheji dare to say anything? Could it be that he had already emptied Song Qinghuai's rights...

He gritted his teeth: "I haven't promised to marry you yet, have I?"

"I know this matter is a bit abrupt, but it doesn't matter." Song Zheji still smiled, but his eyes dimmed, and his voice became a little cold: "You still have five days, which is enough for you to prepare. "

Mo Yihuan took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Have you ever thought that if Ji Yue knew about this..."

"I just want him to know," Song Zheji interrupted him, chuckled mockingly, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Guess, will he not be able to hold back and come over to 'grab a kiss'?"

As the man said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark light in them flowed, making it hard to see through.

"...I'm really looking forward to meeting him, but no matter what, I won't let him snatch you away."

As Song Zheji said, he smiled slightly.

"As for the unfinished business yesterday, how about staying in the bridal chamber for the festive night?"