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

"Song Zheji!"

Ji Yue's eyes were red, and he shouted sharply.

Song Zheji's movements faltered, but the corners of his lips smiled even more, he lowered his head and continued to kiss the young man's lips.

There was a "chuckle", the sound of the long sword being unsheathed.

Between the electric light and the flint, a white light flashed.Ji Yue unexpectedly pulled out the sword from his waist, and stabbed straight at Song Zheji.

Song Zheji reacted very quickly, and protecting Mo Yihuan in his arms, he turned around and snatched the oncoming white blade, widened his eyes and said angrily, "Ji Yue, are you crazy?"

"Protect Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Following the shout, several guards filed in and started fighting with Ji Yue.

Ji Yue raised his sword, as suddenly as lightning.His body was light and swift, like a swimming dragon shuttling back and forth, circling between several guards.The blade in his hand is like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing and breaking the wind.

However, it is still outnumbered.

A guard raised his sword and stabbed at Ji Yue's back, while Ji Yue was fighting with several guards who were attacking him. He had no time to look behind, and the blade of the sword seemed to be going straight through his back.

"His Majesty!"

His body was one step faster than his reaction, Mo Yihuan struggled to break away from Song Zheji, and flew towards Ji Yue, trying to block the sword for him.Ji Yue was startled when he heard his voice, and turned around. The sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and he quickly turned around to protect the young man in his arms.

There was a muffled "poof", the sound of the blade sinking into flesh and blood.

Mo Yihuan only felt the body of the man hugging her stiffen.He lowered his head and saw the blood-stained sword point piercing through the man's chest.

"His Majesty!!!"

Pulling out the blade of the sword, Ji Yue swayed and clutched his chest tightly.Mo Yihuan saw red blood gushing out from between his fingers like a spring, it was shockingly red.Mo Yihuan's eyes widened instantly, and her heart almost stopped beating.

His brain was completely blank for a moment, and when he realized it again, he found that his face was covered with tears.

The few guards on the side looked at each other in blank dismay, with ready-to-movement expressions on their faces.

Mo Yihuan opened his arms and stood in front of Ji Yue, shouting hysterically with red eyes, "Don't touch him!"

There was a deathly silence, and all the guests had expressions of shock on their faces.

Just then, a voice broke the silence:

"Okay, you all go down."

Song Zheji slowly walked down the high platform.

"I believe that Jun Ji is only drunk to make such a gaffe." He said unhurriedly, and his clear and warm voice echoed in the hall: "You guys, take your majesty down and have a good rest. "

Mo Yihuan's body was still trembling slightly, but at this moment, his hand was grasped by the man behind him.The temperature of the man's palm was hot, and a low voice rang in his ear:

"... Huan'er, I knew that you didn't leave with him voluntarily."

When is it, this dog man is actually thinking about saying this?

Mo Yihuan turned his head and looked into a pair of black pupils that were all too familiar.The man's face was pale and bloodless, but the affection in his eyes was like a tide, almost drowning him and suffocating him.

The tears in Mo Yihuan's eyes couldn't help falling down, and he cursed incoherently with a crying voice: "Yes! I did it voluntarily. I'm so tired of you that I don't even want to see you. Ji Yue, are you an idiot? ?”

Ji Yue smiled, frowned again, and coughed twice, her thin lips were stained with a few stars of bright red blood.

Song Zheji approached step by step, walked a few feet away, stopped, stretched out his hand to Mo Yihuan, and smiled softly: "Huaner, come here."

Mo Yihuan looked at him vigilantly: "Song Zheji, where are you taking him?"

Song Zheji smiled: "Come here, don't miss the auspicious time."

Mo Yihuan said: "Ji Yue is injured!"

Song Zheji still smiled: "He's drunk and needs to rest."

Mo Yihuan hurriedly said: "Rest? How can he rest like this! He was seriously injured, and he will die if he doesn't stop the bleeding quickly..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he suddenly realized that what Song Zheji meant was that he didn't want Ji Yue to live!

The smile on Song Zheji's face gradually faded away, and a hint of gloom flashed in his light-colored pupils, and he said solemnly: "Huan'er, I have tolerated you a lot today, don't really make me angry, okay?"

Mo Yihuan's hands and feet were cold, he lowered his head, his chest heaved violently, and he let go of Ji Yue's hand little by little.

"……I see."

He walked up to Song Zheji step by step, smiled slightly, reached out and gently hooked his neck, looked at him and murmured: "I'm sorry..."

The boy's eyes were wet, his red lips fluttered, and he whispered softly.Song Zheji's heart moved, and he bent over to kiss her.

His throat was suddenly pressed against something sharp, causing a sharp stabbing pain.Song Zheji lowered his head, and what was pressed against his neck was the hairpin he had just inserted for the boy himself.

Song Zheji's Adam's apple moved, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Huan'er, you are..."

Mo Yihuan looked up at him and paused every word: "Let us go, or I will die with you! I didn't scare you, really!"

There was an uproar all around, several guards quickly surrounded them, Song Zheji shook his head slightly at them, and mouthed: "Don't hurt him."

Then he lowered his head and said without changing his face: "How do you want to go?"

Mo Yihuan said: "Prepare a carriage at the door, hurry up."

Song Zheji's shoulders trembled slightly, and he actually smiled softly.Mo Yihuan was inexplicably flustered by his laughter, he increased the strength in his hand, the tip of the hairpin pierced into the flesh, bleeding profusely.

"why are you laughing!"

Song Zheji said to the guard at the side: "Just follow the order of the princess."

The carriage quickly stopped at the door. Mo Yihuan took Song Zheji and stepped out of the door step by step. He followed Ji Yue into the carriage and galloped out of the door.

Song Zheji smiled, smiled, his eyes seemed a little moist.He lowered his eyes: "Huan'er, you are really cruel to me!"

Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth and said softly, "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he pushed Song Zheji off the carriage.

The carriage continued to roll forward, Mo Yihuan struggled to climb onto the horse's back, and tightened the reins in his hand.The horse spread its hooves and ran hard, all the way out of the city, the surrounding scene gradually became desolate, as if it had reached a small forest outside the city.

520: "Ji Yue's true love value is +10, and the current true love value is 70, congratulations..."

Mo Yihuan: "Shut up, I don't have the mood to talk to you now."

520: "Oh."

Although he hadn't run too far, Mo Yihuan was worried about Ji Yue.He stopped his horse and tied the rope to a nearby tree trunk.He was bumped all the way on the horseback, he resisted the feeling of dizziness, opened the curtain and got into the carriage.

"Your Majesty, how is your injury?"

Ji Yue didn't speak, but looked at him faintly, his bloodless lips curved.

"You're still laughing!" Mo Yi said angrily.

A large amount of blood on the man's lapel was shocking, and as his breathing rose and fell, the bright red blood was still oozing out one by one.Mo Yihuan's eyes were red with anxiety, and she leaned forward, trying to block it with her hands in a panic: "Why is it still bleeding! Does it hurt? Just hold on..."

Ji Yue reached out and covered the boy's long hair comfortingly, with a faint smile in his voice: "Huan'er, don't worry, I'm fine."

Mo Yihuan slapped his hand away angrily: "Are you an idiot? Why did you come here alone? Sending a head gift for thousands of miles is less about affection, isn't it?"

Ji Yue frowned: "How dare you be so rude to me?"

He coughed, and blood gushed out from the wound again.Mo Yihuan reached out and blocked his mouth: "Shut up, idiot!"

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue grabbed Mo Yihuan's hand.

Mo Yihuan: "Stop talking..."

"It will take time to dispatch troops, three days, just enough time to raise troops near the capital." Ji Yue interrupted him without explanation, and said slowly: "On the necessary road, I was arranged by Song Zheji again. Even Fu Xihan was seriously injured by the ambush soldiers, I was afraid of delaying time, so I came here alone."

Before he finished speaking, he frowned and coughed twice, coughing up a few stars of blood.

Mo Yihuan stared at him blankly, not knowing what it was like for a moment.His eyes felt hot, and his throat seemed to be choked by something.He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he struggled to utter a word: "...you are here to kill yourself."

"I was sure of it." Ji Yue said: "General Chen has received an order, and he will lead his army to arrive in about a day. I wanted to find an excuse to deal with Song Zheji for a day, but I saw Song Zheji treat you In that way, I can't help it..."

Mo Yihuan: "Can't help it? Can't help but draw your sword and chop him?"

Ji Yue was noncommittal, with deep pupils and a gentle smile on his lips.

"This time, you saved me."

Mo Yihuan lowered his head, tears fell patter on the back of his hands, he sniffled, his voice muffled nasally: "...you idiot."

Ji Yue was still smiling, he clenched the boy's little hand tightly, and pulled the boy in front of him, his eyes swept inch by inch on the boy's tear-stained face, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Huan'er, don't Crying. You are crying so hard that I feel bad."

Mo Yihuan: "..."

He broke away from Ji Yue's hand angrily, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said fiercely with his eyes wide open: "Then you should feel bad, who cares about you!"

Unexpectedly, she wrapped her arms around her waist and retracted them, and was pulled into his arms fiercely by the man.The man's arms tightened, with great strength, as if he wanted to integrate the boy in his arms into his flesh and blood.A deep voice fell to my ears like a sigh:

"Huan'er, I miss you."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback.

The soft kiss fell on the hair, like a butterfly resting, and soon fluttered away.Slowly and gently.Ji Yue lifted the boy's face again, leaned over, and kissed his slightly parted lips because of his hesitation.

The man's lips were hot.Mo Yihuan managed to dodge, and became angry from embarrassment: "You, what do you want to do?"

Ji Yue didn't speak, just kissed him self-consciously.

Mo Yihuan became anxious, and pushed him away with all his strength: "...what do you want to do, you, you are still injured, do you know that?"

Ji Yue looked at him non-stop, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"I want you."