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

Wen Xiao hurriedly came to the door of Fu Xihan's room. The door of the room was closed tightly. He tentatively reached out and knocked on the door lightly: "Brother Fu?"

There was no sound from inside the door, Wen Xiao showed an anxious look on his face, and knocked on the door more hastily: "Brother Fu, are you in the room?"

There was a "pop" sound, the sound of ceramics falling to the ground and shattering.

Wen Xiao kicked open the door.

The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. There were several empty wine jars on the table, and one was broken on the ground.And the drunken man was sitting at the table, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and poured it down his throat.

"Brother Fu, stop drinking!" Wen Xiao rushed forward and grabbed the wine jar.

Fu Xihan's wheat-colored skin was flushed red, and his handsome face was full of drunkenness. He squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Xiao, as if he couldn't recognize him, and murmured uncertainly: "... A Xiao?"

Wen Xiao sat down beside Fu Xihan, reached out to cover his hand, and said in a comforting tone: "Brother Fu, I know you feel guilty because of Mr. Mo, and it's not your fault, you were also smoked." Only then..."

Fu Xihan shook his head and interrupted him: "I didn't protect him well."

Wen Xiao: "Brother Fu!"

Fu Xihan lowered his eyes and murmured in a daze: "Your Majesty and Mr. Mo trust me so much, I still haven't protected Mr. Mo well..."

Wen Xiao looked at his appearance, sighed, and said distressedly: "Brother Fu, you are drunk, I'll bring you a bowl of hangover soup."

Fu Xihan didn't respond, Wen Xiao lifted him up by his shoulders, and walked towards the bed beside him step by step.Fu Xihan lay down on the couch obediently, staring at Wen Xiao blankly with a pair of blurred eyes.

Wen Xiao was a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and hurried out of the room with his head down, and came in with a small bowl after a while, and sat beside Fu Xihan's couch.

Fu Xihan's eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.Wen Xiao's eyes fell on his face, and he froze.

The man's face is still sharp-edged and full of heroism, his slightly thick lips are slightly parted, and his breathing is steady and even.

Wen Xiao's Adam's apple twitched.

He stared blankly for a while, pursed his lips, and finally made up his mind, carefully bent down, suppressed his beating heart, and pressed a kiss on the man's lips like a dragonfly.

However, at this moment, Fu Xihan's eyes suddenly opened.

Wen Xiao retreated in a panic like a thief caught in the act, a few drops of the medicine in the bowl splashed out.He blushed and said in disbelief: "Brother Fu, I, I..."

Fu Xihan didn't speak, and looked at him quietly with his eyes open.His eyes were not as clear as before, but dark and gloomy, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion faintly surging in them.

Wen Xiao felt uneasy for no reason.

"Fu, Brother Fu?"

The wrist was caught, and the face of the man in front of him suddenly enlarged, and the covered lips swallowed all the ending sounds.The smell of alcohol hit his face, and the soup bowl in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Wen Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment.

From when he realized that he had different feelings for the brother who grew up with him, to when he abandoned his business and became a doctor just to enter the palace with him, to watching him silently care and love for that boy named Mo Yihuan... Wen Xiao thought that , he may always be like this, quietly by his side, until he grows old and dies.

He never dreamed that Fu Xihan would actually take the initiative to kiss himself.

Wen Xiao tightly closed her eyes, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, she held her breath and did not dare to move.It wasn't until they parted that he timidly opened his eyes and met the man's fiery gaze.

...As if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released, the love and obsession in the man's eyes almost engulfed him.

The curtain was drawn, and Wen Xiao tightened her arms around the man's shoulders.His eyelashes trembled, and tears of joy rolled down from the corners of his eyes: "Brother Fu..."

……

Being tightly held in his arms, Wen Xiao suddenly felt as if he was in a dream.Until the man's voice fell on his ears, low but exceptionally clear, calling him back to reality.

"Mr. Mo..."

The boy's tear-filled eyes instantly widened.

"...Brother Fu, what do you call me?"

Three days have passed since Mo Yihuan was brought to Song Zheji's Prince's Mansion.

Song Zheji put him in a room, the room was luxuriously furnished, and he was indeed served with delicious food and drink, but there were many guards outside the door, and he couldn't step out of this room.

Mo Yihuan took a bite of the apple in his hand viciously: "Why doesn't Ji Yue come here?"

520: "..."

Mo Yihuan took another bite of the apple viciously: "What do you need from your trash system?"

520: "Baby, can we calm down?"

"You can't count on a dog man. I have to run by myself. If I don't run away, I really have to be a princess." Mo Yihuan took a deep breath, calmly analyzed, and then sighed heartbroken: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Song Zhe This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually very bad, I really misjudged him!"

520 whispered: "You didn't provoke me first..."

"Ahem, shut up!" Mo Yihuan said sternly, "By the way, do you know of any secret passages here to get out?"

"No." 520 said: "According to my records, if you want to enter and leave the Prince's Mansion, you must have a token here. What's more, there are so many guards at the door, you can't even get out of this room..."

Token?

Mo Yihuan rolled his eyes and had an idea.

"Anyway, after escaping from here, let's talk about the token or something. I don't believe I can't find one in such a big prince's mansion!"

520: "How did you escape?"

Mo Yihuan pushed open the door, and said carelessly to the guard at the door: "Where is your prince, I want to see him."

The guard said: "His Royal Highness is discussing matters in the palace, and he will be back in a while."

"Oh, I'm in a hurry!" Mo Yihuan pretended to be urgent.

The guard looked embarrassed: "But His Highness ordered..."

"Do you know who I am?" Mo Yihuan put on a straight face: "I am the future princess, if you offend me, there will be plenty of good fruits to eat in the future!"

Several guards exchanged glances, and finally one guard said: "Then, young master, please come with some of your subordinates..."

Along the way, several guards followed him back and forth, and they didn't even leave him an inch to use the bathroom as an excuse.Just when Mo Yihuan was in despair, he passed a bridge, and under the bridge was a wide lake.

Isn't this opportunity coming?

Mo Yihuan rushed forward and jumped off the bridge.

An exclamation came from behind: "The princess has thrown herself into the lake!"

Mo Yihuan swam desperately, and the sound of "plop plop" diving came from behind him one after another.He sneered in his heart, just kidding, he is a diving champion in the third grade of junior high school, how can he be overtaken by these ordinary people?

After swimming for a long time, there was finally no sound behind him, and Mo Yihuan struggled to climb ashore.

Mo Yihuan: "Am I still in the Prince's Mansion?"

520: "Still."

"Damn, is this place so big?" Mo Yihuan looked around: "I have to pretend to be a token to get out before Song Zheji comes back."

He tiptoed all the way, thinking about knocking out a guard to take off his clothes, when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him, he turned his head, good guy, those guards were looking for him in a hurry.

"Mom!"

Mo Yihuan screamed inwardly, just as the door of a room in front of him was ajar, he pushed the door open and hid inside without thinking.

The sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door moved from near to far, Mo Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around the room: "Where is this?"

520: "This is Song Zheji's study."

It is indeed the layout of the study room, the four treasures of the study room, the calligraphy and painting scrolls are in order, Mo Yihuan was about to leave, when he accidentally glanced at a painting on the wall and was stunned.

The person in the portrait, that figure, facial features...

Isn't the one you painted yourself?

Mo Yihuan couldn't help approaching. Looking closer, the people in the painting looked more lifelike and lifelike. The strange thing was that there was no signature on the drawing paper.

Mo Yihuan tilted his head, only then did he notice that there was actually an inner room behind the study, and the entrance was covered by a screen, making it somewhat hidden.

Driven by curiosity, Mo Yihuan pushed aside the screen and walked in.

He was stunned for a moment.

In the small hut, there are portraits hanging all over the room.

He was painted in every portrait, some frowning and thinking, some smiling... There was even a picture of him half leaning on a bed, disheveled and flushed.

This……

Mo Yihuan stared blankly at the paintings on the wall, feeling chills running down his back.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Does it look like it?"

"Ah!" Mo Yihuan screamed in fright, took two steps back, slammed his back on the bookshelf, and a few volumes fell down, the man took a quick step forward and stretched out his arms to protect him firmly.

Mo Yihuan opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him, his chest heaved rapidly because of fear.

Song Zheji's light-colored eyes revealed a look of reproach, and he said softly: "Why are you all soaked, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Mo Yihuan took a small step back.

"It's very big here, isn't it?" Song Zheji smiled and said, "If you want to wander around, I'll accompany you. I'm afraid you'll get lost alone."

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yihuan's wrist: "Let's go, I'll take you to change clothes first."

Although the man's voice was gentle, Mo Yihuan could feel the sinister aura about him.He couldn't bear to cry out: "Song Zheji!"

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Mo Yihuan took a deep breath and lowered his eyes: "Let me go, I will walk by myself."

Deathly silence.Song Zheji turned around and looked at Mo Yihuan quietly, his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

"...Don't run around anymore, I don't want to lock you by my side like him."

Mo Yihuan lowered her head and did not speak.

Song Zheji suddenly changed the subject: "But..."

Mo Yihuan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, his chin was pinched suddenly, Mo Yihuan was forced to raise his head, and met Song Zheji's eyes.

The corners of the man's lips are slightly hooked, and the thin lips are slightly parted:

"I know, if you don't give you a little punishment, you won't have a long memory."