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

520: "... yes."

Mo Yihuan unexpectedly lost his mind for a moment.When he reacted, his heart was filled with an inexplicable sourness.

520 asked cautiously: "Honey, don't you want to go back?"

The question of 520 stunned Mo Yihuan.

With his hand still held by Ji Yue, he opened his eyes and looked at the peaceful and quiet sleeping face of the man lying beside him, still handsome and flamboyant.His expression was not as fierce as before, with gentle arcs between his brows and eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

It looks safe and quiet, and the years are quiet.

Mo Yihuan had to admit that he hated Ji Yue.

But reason told him that he does not belong to this world, his family and his original life are still in the real world.He couldn't just ignore it completely.

Mo Yihuan felt tightness in his chest, he lowered his eyes: "I...haven't figured it out yet."

520 urgently said: "But whether you think it through or not, you still have to go back! There has never been a precedent for a host to stay on the plane after completing a mission..."

Mo Yihuan interrupted him: "Then, I want to take him with me, can I?"

520 also seemed to be taken aback for a moment, before replying after a while: "...No."

A moment of silence.

Mo Yihuan said softly: "I see."

There was a silence in the night.Ji Yue seemed to have fallen asleep, breathing deeply and evenly.Mo Yihuan leaned forward little by little, and carefully looked at his eyebrows and eyes, from the long eyelashes like crow feathers, inch by inch, to the lines on his lips.

Mo Yihuan was reluctant to look away until his eyes turned red.

At this moment, 520 suddenly said softly:

"If you really miss him, I know there is a way, but no one has ever tried..."

Mo Yihuan hurriedly said, "What?"

……

early morning.

The curtains were pulled open, and a few rays of sunlight penetrated into the tent.Chen Feiling looked at Ji Yue who had regained some of his vigor, and couldn't hide his joy, and said repeatedly: "That's great, that's great! Fortunately, Your Majesty is fine!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Mo Yihuan who was at the side again, then regained his composure, knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty was surprised by the late arrival of the escort! Please forgive me!"

Ji Yue smiled and said: "What is your crime? Not only is it innocent, I heard from Huan'er that you saved his life, which is a great achievement. Tell me, how do you want me to reward you?"

Chen Feiling was taken aback, flattered and said: "I, I don't want anything!"

Ji Yue raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Chen Feiling's face flushed slightly, and she murmured for a while, before finally stammering, "Then, I have a merciless request. I want your Majesty to give Miss Mo an identity. I don't want such an upright woman to spend her whole life hiding like this." Tibetan."

Hearing this, Mo Yihuan was surprised: "General Chen, you and my sister..."

"No!" Chen Feiling's face was getting redder and redder, and he lowered his head and denied it: "No, Mr. Mo, don't get me wrong, I just admire Miss Mo as a person, I..."

Mo Yihuan: "Oh—"

Ji Yue said: "I know, I will arrange a new identity for her."

Chen Feiling said happily: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

He also said: "Now Song Zheji will definitely try his best to prevent His Majesty from returning to the country. It is better for His Majesty to leave as soon as possible before the others are assembled."

Ji Yue said: "How many people did you bring with you?"

"Thirty thousand fine riders, I swear to keep His Majesty safe!" Chen Feiling vowed, got up and led the way: "Your Majesty, the carriage is ready at the door!"

Ji Yue frowned: "Carriage? No need. The soldiers ran all night for me, and I should share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. I ride a horse."

Chen Feiling said in surprise: "But, Your Majesty, your injury..."

Mo Yi smiled and said: "Just do as His Majesty said, if he wants to be brave, let him do it, you can't persuade him."

How dare Mo Yihuan say such disrespectful words?Chen Feiling was secretly startled, but when she looked up, she saw Ji Yue looking at the young man, and said with a doting smile, "Huan'er still understands me."

"..." Chen Feiling said: "Observe the order, I'm going to prepare the horse."

When the horse arrived, Ji Yue carried Mo Yihuan onto the horse, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him in the ear: "Huaner, sit still."

With a flick of the reins, the horse galloped, and countless cavalry galloped beside it, dust and sand rose up, and the sound of horseshoes rolled like thunder.Mo Yihuan had never seen such a spectacular scene before, looking out from Ji Yue's arms curiously.

Ji Yue covered his face with his sleeve, and said softly, "Be careful not to be blinded by the sand."

Mo Yihuan's heart warmed, and she leaned back in the man's dry and warm embrace with peace of mind.

Bumpy all the way.

Just when Mo Yihuan was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard Chen Feiling's hurried voice: "Your Majesty, the soldiers who just explored the way reported that there seemed to be soldiers and horses blocking the pass ahead!"

Ji Yue said: "Song Zheji's men?"

"Nine times out of ten, yes," Chen Feiling said, "Your Majesty, Rong Chen will go first!"

Ji Yue's horse gradually slowed down, and Mo Yihuan looked forward, only to see a dark group of soldiers and horses looming in the mist ahead.

The two armies confronted each other, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

In front of the opponent's formation, the leader is wearing soft silver light armor and wearing armor on his head.Even so, Mo Yihuan recognized him immediately.

... Song Zheji.

Ji Yue rode his horse and walked forward leisurely.

"Song Zheji," Ji Yue said slowly with an undisguised contempt on his face, "You should know that with people like you, you can't stop me."

"I have to try," Song Zheji looked at him quietly, and said with a slight smile, "Otherwise, I have no other way out, right?"

Ji Yue's eyes became even more hostile: "From the very beginning, you shouldn't have touched my bottom line."

Song Zheji turned his eyes and landed on the young man in Ji Yue's arms, with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "Maybe, I just want to take a gamble. Besides, I almost succeeded in the bet. "

Ji Yue sneered: "Idiots are talking about dreams."

Song Zheji didn't look at him again, his eyes looked at Mo Yihuan for a moment, and he said slowly: "...Mr. Mo, I still have a question to ask you, can you answer me sincerely?"

Mo Yihuan pursed her lips.

Song Zheji's eyes were complicated, but also deep and fierce, as if he was looking at him for the last time, almost engraving the boy in his eyes.

"Have you never been tempted by me?"

Ji Yue was furious and said, "Song Zheji!"

Mo Yihuan softly comforted: "Your Majesty!"

He looked at Song Zheji with a firm expression and said decisively: "Young Master Song, I have always regarded you as a friend, and I have never had any other feelings other than this."

The light in Song Zheji's eyes gradually extinguished, like the ashes of a flame, leaving only a void of darkness.

He hooked the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating way: "Mr. Mo, even if you lie to me, aren't you willing?"

Mo Yihuan suddenly felt a little cruel.

He lowered his head: "...I'm sorry."

Song Zheji smiled, and said softly, "Why should Mr. Mo apologize? I should be the one to apologize."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Zheji's voice was a little choked, and Mo Yihuan seemed to see tears flashing in Song Zheji's eyes.He gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was warm and serene.

At this moment, Mo Yihuan felt Ji Yue's arms around his waist tighten.

The man leaned close to his ear and asked in a low voice with a smile: "Huan'er, what do you do to me? Are you tempted by me?"

Mo Yihuan: "..."

He suddenly had the urge to smash the head of this cheap and good-looking dog man with a punch, he gritted his teeth and said, "Climb!"

Song Zheji looked at them quietly, expressionless.

Ji Yue looked up at Song Zheji, his face was frosty, and his voice had no warmth.

"Song Zheji, please remember that I will meet you again. At that time, it will be the time when you kneel in front of me and I will personally let your head fall to the ground."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the temples of the boy in his arms, and ordered softly: "Huan'er, be good, close your eyes and don't look."

Mo Yihuan closed her eyes obediently, only to hear the sound of "squeaky" and the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, the man shouted loudly: "Follow me to kill, kill a bloody path!"

"kill!"

The soldiers responded in unison, and the sound of horseshoes rolling and fighting resounded through the sky instantly.

That day, Mo Yihuan was tightly protected by Ji Yue. He closed his eyes and didn't know what happened. When Ji Yue asked him to open them again, they had already broken out of the encirclement and were running in the mountains. on the plank road.

All the way back to Ji country.

However, as soon as he returned to the palace, Ji Yue disappeared. He said that he wanted to crusade against the State of Song, and locked himself and several generals and courtiers in the study to study the formation of troops.

At night, Mo Yihuan was left alone in the cold palace to be bored, tossing and turning like a salted fish in a frying pan.

He finally experienced what it means to have a long night of mindless sleep.

Chunhua yawned and said kindly, "Brother, why don't we go to the Imperial Garden?"

Mo Yihuan had a cold face: "To be honest, I can recite for you the number of trees in the Imperial Garden and the species of each tree."

Chunhua: "Then, my servant will sing you a song? As for the "Eighteen Touches" you mentioned last time, this servant went to learn it..."

Mo Yihuan: "Okay, okay, go to sleep and leave me alone."

Chunhua left, and he was left alone in the huge bedroom, as lonely as snow.

There was an empty big bed, and Mo Yihuan felt a little cold for no reason.He wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, leaving only one head exposed.

There was the sound of the door being pushed open behind him, followed by light footsteps from far to near, and then Mo Yihuan fell into a warm embrace from behind.

"... Huan'er," a soft kiss fell on her temples: "Did you miss me today?"

The boy huddled under the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't think so! You go and go with your generals, don't bother me, I'm going to sleep!"

The man's voice with a smile fell on his ears: "Tomorrow, I want you to go to court with me. I want to announce something."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback: "What?"

"...you will know tomorrow."

The man's voice was a little hoarse, he took the young man into his arms, pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips, and followed his neckline to his shoulder blades, breathing slightly: "However, before that, I want you to kiss me today." Make it up to me tonight."