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

Mo Yihuan: "..."

He was shocked.

Ji Yue kissed the young man's lips resolutely.Mo Yihuan was really speechless to the man in front of him, and bit him mercilessly.

"Hiss," Ji Yue frowned, "Huaner, you..."

Mo Yihuan: "Are you tired of living?"

Ji Yue looked at him and smiled: "If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost."

Mo Yihuan was almost pissed off by him.He sat on Ji Yue's lap, pulled off the clothes on his shoulders, stretched out his hand to lift Ji Yue's chin, and said viciously: "Okay, come here, I'll dig a hole and bury you right after I'm done! "

Ji Yue was still smiling, and there were dots of smiles in his black eyes. He smiled and raised his head to kiss him.

Mo Yihuan pushed the man's handsome face away from his eyes, and said angrily, "Climb!"

Ji Yue tightened his arms, hugged the boy tightly in his arms, held down the boy's restless struggling little hand, and said in a low voice: "I'm teasing you, don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback.

The man's hand gently stroked his hair, and Mo Yihuan quietly nestled into Ji Yue's arms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the sound of their breathing overlapped, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Mo Yihuan went to grab Ji Yue's hand, wanting to clasp his fingers together, but the moment his fingers touched, Mo Yihuan's heart trembled suddenly.

Ji Yue's hands were cold.

cold as a block of ice,

Mo Yihuan grabbed Ji Yue's wrist with his backhand, and went to feel his pulse, which was already a little weak when touched by his fingertips.

Mo Yihuan stopped breathing for a moment.

He hurriedly struggled out of Ji Yue's arms, but saw the man's eyes slightly closed, his face so pale that there was no trace of blood.Mo Yihuan panicked immediately, before he had time to think, he slapped his face vigorously: "Hey! What's wrong with you? Wake me up!"

Ji Yue's eyelashes flickered, and it seemed that he opened his eyes with some difficulty. Facing the anxious and red eyes of the young man, he tried his best to bend his lips and smiled, "I'm fine."

fine?How could this be all right!Mo Yihuan suddenly realized that Ji Yue's actions just now were simply coaxing himself...

If this continues, Ji Yue will die...

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Mo Yihuan almost went crazy, tears fell down uncontrollably, he firmly held Ji Yue's cold hand: "Your Majesty, hold on, I'm going to the town now Find a doctor for you..."

"Don't go." Ji Yue shook his head slightly: "Stay with me."

"Stay with you? Watch you die?" Mo Yihuan shouted out of control.

Ji Yue said: "I have expected that this trip will be dangerous, and I have sent a letter to General Chen before coming. It will be about a few more hours..."

"How long?" Mo Yihuan lost his voice: "Then Song Zheji has already been found!"

Ji Yue lowered his eyes and opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.

Mo Yihuan looked at Ji Yue's chapped and white lips, tried to keep himself calm, and said: "Your Majesty, you have lost too much blood now, and you need to drink a lot of water. I will go find water for you now! You just sit here Come on, you dare to run around and I will kill you, do you hear me?"

Ji Yue shook his head: "Huan'er, don't..."

He reached out to grab Mo Yihuan's arm, but Mo Yihuan gritted his teeth, shook off him, and jumped off the carriage

The jungle is surrounded by thick fog.Mo Yihuan walked for about a few hundred meters, trying to find the sound of water around him, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the faint sound of footsteps not far away, he was startled, and hurriedly hid in a tree behind the tree.

Several people walked past him a few feet away.Mo Yihuan was very familiar with the clothes they were wearing. These people were all the guards of Song Zheji's mansion.

Mo Yihuan clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.

He knew that Song Zheji would not let him go easily.

...It's over, Ji Yue!

They must not be allowed to find Ji Yue!

Mo Yihuan gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and asked 520: "Where is this forest beyond?"

520 said: "According to my map, there is a town ahead."

Mo Yihuan turned his head and ran back, running too fast along the way, tripped over a tree root and fell, causing a sharp pain in his ankle.He gritted his teeth and stood up, enduring the severe pain and continuing to run.

Finally returned to the place where the carriage stopped. Fortunately, those people haven't found it yet.

Mo Yihuan limped forward, stood outside the carriage and said, "Your Majesty, this place is a bit dangerous, I'll ride the horse and run a little further!"

Ji Yue's voice came from inside the sedan chair: "Huan'er?"

Mo Yihuan was about to get on his horse when he suddenly heard a clear human voice not far away: "There is a voice over there! Go over there and have a look!"

Then came the sound of rustling footsteps, from far to near.

Mo Yihuan froze in place.

He just saw that those people had bows and arrows in their hands.He instantly realized one thing, if he and Ji Yue ran together, once they were discovered, the result would be that no one could escape.

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue's voice came again, anxious and weak.

... No, he has no way to bet on Ji Yue's life.

There was no time to hesitate, Mo Yihuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and kicked the horse's ass hard.

The horse was frightened, and galloped along the path with its hooves spread out.Mo Yihuan resisted the severe pain in his ankle, turned his head and ran in another direction, shouting deliberately while running: "Your Majesty, how are you doing, Your Majesty..."

The voice behind said: "Come here, people are here!"

Mo Yihuan didn't know how far he ran, until he was surrounded by a few shadowy figures in the fog, he finally couldn't run anymore, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

The footsteps were getting closer.

A man came up first. He was dressed in red, the wedding dress.As he got closer, Mo Yihuan saw a few scratches on his face, probably caused by being pushed off the carriage by him.

The expression on the man's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were faintly red and lifeless, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura.

The appearance of the man can even be called... terrifying.

Mo Yihuan had never seen Song Zheji like this before.There was a burst of fear in his heart, and he shrank back instinctively.

Song Zheji approached step by step, squatted down, raised his eyes, stared at Mo Yihuan with his red eyes, and said softly, "Have you had enough trouble?"

Mo Yihuan lowered his head, pursed his lips and remained silent.

The man laughed softly: "Enough of the trouble, should I go back with my husband?"

As he spoke, he stood up and told the guards behind him, "Help the Crown Princess up."

Two guards came up, one left and one right lifted Mo Yihuan up from the ground.

Song Zheji looked around again, and sneered: "Huan'er, do you think Ji Yue can be saved like this?" He turned his head and said to the guard beside him, "Keep searching until you find it."

Mo Yihuan was anxious: "Song Zheji, believe it or not, if you kill him, I will die with him!"

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "I believe it. Now that things have come to an end, why should I not believe it?"

His gaze moved down slowly, and landed on the thin chain on the boy's wrist.

"Do you know, Huan'er," Song Zheji said slowly, "I shouldn't have locked you up with this from the very beginning."

As he spoke, he walked forward, turned the key between his fingers, and with a "click", the small lock opened and the chain fell to the ground.

He raised his eyes and met the terrified gaze of the young man, the smile on his face gradually faded away.

"I was too soft-hearted before, this chain... can't lock you at all."

He tilted his head and said to the guard beside him, "Tie up the princess."

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Song Zheji, you..."

Song Zheji interrupted him: "Gag his mouth too."

The cloth strips were stuffed into his mouth, and his hands and feet were tightly bound with rough hemp rope, making him unable to move at all.Song Zheji raised his eyes, saw the young man with red eyes and slightly trembling body, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

"I'll take the princess back to the mansion first, and you keep searching, if you can't find that person, don't come back."

Song Zheji got on his horse and carried the bound boy up.

After a bumpy journey, he returned to the Prince's Mansion.Mo Yihuan was hugged horizontally by Song Zheji, and once again returned to the room where he was placed under house arrest.

Song Zheji gently placed the boy on the couch.

Another severe pain came from the ankle, and Mo Yihuan's body trembled.Naturally, this little action did not escape Song Zheji's eyes. He sat on the head of the bed, took off the boy's shoes and socks, held up his swollen ankle, and lovingly rubbed it in his palm.

"Does it hurt?"

The young man's mouth was blocked, his face was full of tears, and his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at him.

"Huan'er, I really shouldn't be soft-hearted to you again and again." Song Zheji sighed softly, and said helplessly: "You made me lose face in front of all the officials today, and even let you go. I want to kill you the most. That person. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

The natural answer to him was dead silence.

Song Zheji lowered his eyes, and said in a soft but clear voice, "This time, I won't be soft on you again."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened, and a man dressed as an imperial physician walked in, holding a bowl of black medicinal soup in his hand.Song Zheji took the medicine bowl from the imperial physician, and ordered: "Go and get some medicine oil for sprains."

The imperial physician left in response.

Song Zheji stepped forward and stretched out his hand to tear the cloth strip from the boy's mouth.

"Don't want me to tie you up like this, so just drink it."

However, the boy still stared at him with red eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"Don't worry, this medicine is not poisonous, I won't hurt you." Song Zheji said, then smiled slightly: "Why, you want me to feed you like Ji Yue?"

Mo Yihuan was startled, he didn't want to be touched by the man in front of him again.He opened his mouth and reluctantly said, "No, I'll drink it myself."

Song Zheji brought the medicine bowl to his lips.Mo Yihuan raised his head and drank it in mouthfuls.The medicine was very bitter, and Mo Yihuan felt nauseous for a while, almost retching.Song Zheji quickly took the candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This medicine, it's just to make you behave better." The man said softly on the side, took the handkerchief, and gently wiped the medicine stains from the corners of the young man's lips.

"...I don't want you to do anything to hurt yourself during the wedding night in our bridal chamber."