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

Song Zheji's face darkened slightly.

"My imperial brother?" Ji Li laughed: "Ahem, don't worry, Mr. Mo, how can he be assured of you, imperial brother? He will come."

For some reason, Mo Yihuan felt that Ji Li smiled a little weirdly.

He asked with some doubts: "Why didn't you come with him?"

"Together?" Ji Li covered his lips with his sleeve, and smiled brighter and brighter: "Ahem, Mr. Mo, why do you ask knowingly? Brother Huang wants my life, and I escaped overnight!"

Mo Yihuan was surprised: "What?"

"Why are you surprised?" The smile on Ji Li's face gradually faded away, his eyes filled with ferocious hatred, and he said slowly, "Isn't it you who... sued the emperor about this king?"

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in disbelief.He originally thought that blood was thicker than water, so at most Ji Yue would teach Ji Li a lesson and make him suffer.He never thought that Ji Yue would be so cruel?

Facing Ji Li's resentful gaze, Mo Yihuan lowered her head with a guilty conscience.Ji Li's gaze fell on Song Zheji again, and immediately changed into a lovely and pitiful expression: "Mr. Song!"

Song Zheji frowned: "His Royal Highness, what other orders do you have?"

"Young Master Song, I have nowhere to go now." Ji Li's eyes sparkled, as if he didn't care at all, and said in a coquettish tone: "Can you take me in?"

Song Zheji looked at Mo Yihuan: "What do you think, lady?"

When Mo Yihuan heard the word "lady", he immediately felt nauseous. He pretended not to hear, and turned around to go into the room.

Song Zheji turned to Ji Li and said, "His Royal Highness King Qi should find another place to go."

Ji Li said angrily: "Song Zheji, you!"

Mo Yihuan suddenly couldn't bear it.

Although Ji Li is not a good thing, but if it is what he said, it can be regarded as retribution, not to mention that he saved Ji Yue's life...

Mo Yihuan gritted his teeth, finally he couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around and said, "...Mr. Song, if you have room here, why don't you keep him."

Song Zheji told the guards: "Take His Royal Highness King Qi to settle down."

"Song Zheji, this king saved your life! You're a guy who values ​​sex over righteousness..." Ji Li yelled angrily, and was led down by several guards.

Mo Yihuan was about to open the door and enter the room when he heard Song Zheji's faint voice behind him:

"You can see Ji Yue tomorrow, are you happy?"

Mo Yihuan walked into the room as if he didn't hear, and then closed the door with a "bang" in front of Song Zheji.

Mo Yihuan didn't close his eyes all night.

Dawn breaks in the morning.

The Prince's Mansion was decorated with red silk and brocade, and the bright red brocade was spread from the door of his house to the outside. Flowers cut from red silk were hung on the corners of the eaves and corridors, and on the plum branches and osmanthus trees.Into the eyes, a piece of gorgeous red.It was foggy in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet, and the whole world was bright red.

Mo Yihuan was put on a phoenix crown, and was helped onto the sedan chair.With his eyes covered by opaque red cloth and thin shackles on his hands, he felt as if he was going to the market to be beheaded instead of getting married.

Ji Yue...

Surely he will come?

Sitting in the swaying sedan chair, Mo Yihuan was so nervous that her heart was pounding.

The sedan chair settled down.

A protracted voice sounded from outside the sedan chair: "Help—the bride get off the sedan chair!"

Before the words fell, Mo Yihuan rushed out of the sedan chair impatiently, he lifted the phoenix crown and threw it on the ground, and ran into the auditorium, followed by several maidservants in a hurry: "Prince Princess, you can't go in yet ! It's impolite..."

Before Mo Yihuan could step over the threshold, a man suddenly appeared at the door. Before Mo Yihuan had time to brake the car, he bumped his head against his chest.

"My lady, why are you in such a hurry?"

A gentle voice sounded from above.

Mo Yihuan looked up and saw that the man in front of him was wearing a bright red straight wedding gown, with a gold silk spider pattern belt of the same color tied around his waist, his black hair was tied up with a jade-encrusted gold crown, his slender body was straight and straight, and his handsome face With a soft smile.

A few maidservants chased after him, out of breath and said: "His Royal Highness, the servants failed to stop the Crown Princess..."

"It's okay, as long as he is happy." Song Zheji said lightly, reaching out to hold Mo Yihuan's wrist: "Come in."

The hall was full of guests and all seats were filled.Mo Yihuan eagerly glanced over one by one, but among the faces, he didn't see the person he was familiar with...

He didn't come?

Mo Yihuan's frantically beating heart cooled down little by little.

"Huan'er," the man's deep voice rang in his ears, "but who are you looking for?"

Mo Yihuan lowered his eyes and did not speak.

The master of ceremonies at the side said: "Ahem, since the princess has already got off the sedan chair, please step over the brazier in front of the door..."

Mo Yihuan knew that there were a lot of troubles in ancient weddings, so he couldn't help but interrupt the master of ceremonies: "I'm sorry I don't want to step, I don't feel well today, I don't want to move anything."

His voice is not very loud, but powerful.For a moment, the huge hall was silent, and everyone had a look of shock on their faces.

Song Zheji's face froze for a moment, but then he smiled lightly and said, "Since the princess is not feeling well, you might as well skip these complicated procedures and go directly to the hall."

There were discussions all around.

"This, how is this in line with the rules?"

"Why is this slave of subjugation so ignorant of etiquette?"

……

Song Zheji stretched out his arm to him: "Huan'er."

Mo Yihuan lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly and did not speak.Song Zheji lowered his voice, and said in a voice that could only be heard between two people: "Huan'er, I've already given you enough face, don't embarrass me."

...It's this time, and Ji Yue still doesn't come.

Go to hell, dog man.

Mo Yihuan thought bitterly in his heart, it seems that he can only rely on himself now.

He obediently climbed onto Song Zheji's arm, and walked up the jade steps with him step by step.When he reached the last step, he pretended to trip and fell to the ground with a stagger. The knot that tied his bun was loose, and his black hair fell loose.

Song Zheji hurriedly helped him up: "Where does it hurt?"

Mo Yihuan shook his head, pouted and said: "But the hair is loose, it looks so ugly, can you help me put it on the hairpin yourself?"

Song Zheji was startled: "Hairpin?"

"Yes!" Mo Yihuan smiled slightly, and said coquettishly, "Are you okay?"

The young man in front of him had peach blossom eyes, and his cherry-like mouth was slightly pouted.Song Zheji was stunned, he had an illusion in a trance, as long as the young man acted coquettishly, he would be willing to give him even the stars in the sky.

The boy blinked: "Young Master Song?"

Only then did Song Zheji come back to his senses. He lowered his eyes and said to the maid beside him, "Go get a hairpin."

The maid quickly brought the silver hairpin, Song Zheji stretched out his hand, gently tied the long hair behind the boy's head, took the silver hairpin and slowly inserted it.

Above the jade steps are two futons.

The master of ceremonies dragged out his voice: "Bai--heaven and earth!"

Mo Yihuan clenched her hands tightly, her heart was beating nervously, and her palms were wet with sweat.

...Is he really going to do this?

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Young Master Song, am I late?"

The voice was low and magnetic, a voice that Mo Yihuan was all too familiar with.

He turned his head in a hurry, his eyes widening instantly.

Ji Yue stood at the door with his back to the light.He was dressed in a bright and neat black narrow-sleeved dress, his hair was tied up in a short braid at the back of his head, and a few strands of hair hung messily on the side of his chin.

With sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, thin lips pursed lightly, he still has a handsome and flamboyant appearance.

Mo Yihuan came back to his senses, only felt his eyes heat up, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Damn! You dead ghost, you still know to come?"

There was an uproar in all four seats.

Song Zheji's brows moved slightly, and he got up and stood up: "I don't know Ji Jun is coming! If you are far away, please forgive me."

Ji Yue didn't look at him, but only looked at the weeping young man beside him who was wiping his nose with his sleeve, and said expressionlessly: "I don't need to talk nonsense, you know why I came here. "

"That's right." Song Zheji said: "So, I don't want to know why His Majesty came, what I want to know is... how many people did His Majesty bring with you on this trip?"

Ji Yue didn't speak.

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that His Majesty came here alone?"

Mo Yihuan was also surprised.

...Why did Ji Yue come here alone?

Ji Yue didn't answer him, but opened her thin lips lightly: "Mo Yihuan is my concubine, I want to take him away."

"Concubine?" Song Zheji said: "Your Majesty has never given Mr. Mo a title. What I took away was nothing more than a pet that His Majesty abandoned in the cold palace."

Ji Yue frowned slightly: "Song Zheji, I don't care how many countries you have formed alliances with. If you don't want your prince's mansion to be trampled down by cavalry, return him to me."

Song Zheji smiled: "Your Majesty should think twice. If Your Majesty acts rashly, you may never have the chance to see Mr. Mo again."

Although the expression on his face was smiling, his tone was cold and awe-inspiring.

Hearing Song Zheji's words, Mo Yihuan only felt her heart beat violently and her hands and feet were cold.

Song Zheji was threatening Ji Yue.

He was actually threatening Ji Yue with himself.

Ji Yue didn't speak, but clenched his fists tightly, and his black eyes were faintly burning with anger.

Song Zheji said: "Since Your Majesty is here to attend my grand ceremony, please take a seat." Then he smiled in a normal tone: "And, why don't you just stay with me for a while, how about it?"

Still dead quiet.

Song Zheji turned to Mo Yihuan: "...let's continue worshiping."

Ji Yue clenched his fists, and his nails almost sank into his palms.A hall away, a young man in a bright red wedding dress looked at him tearfully, with red eyes and nose, like a homeless and pitiful puppy.

Song Zheji said: "Huan'er, you're looking in the wrong direction, I'm here for your husband."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and twisted the boy's chin.There was an unknown smile on his lips, and he leaned over to kiss her.