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

Song Zheji looked at Ji Li coldly, the expression in his eyes was almost extremely contemptuous.

"...Ji Li, you are so cheap."

Ji Liqi chuckled lightly, raised his eyes, and there were tears in his slightly raised phoenix pupils.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm cheap..."

Song Zheji stared fixedly at Ji Li's face, his eyes wandering inch by inch.He stretched out his hand again, caressing gently like pity.

"However, to be honest, your face looks pretty good..."

After a pause, his eyes darkened a little, biting, his tone changed, extremely cold.

"It's just that every time I see your face, which is almost like Ji Yue, I can't help but want to tear you into pieces."

Ji Li's eyes widened upon hearing this, and his eyes were stained with despair.

"...Ji Yue?"

"His Royal Highness King Qi," Song Zheji gently pushed him away, and resumed his calm tone: "You continue to stay here, even if you die, don't die in front of my eyes, I'm afraid my eyes will be dirty. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around decisively and walked away without even looking at Ji Li again.

The door slammed shut in front of my eyes.

In the cell, only the oil lamp left by Song Zheji was bright and dark.Ji Li smiled softly and slipped a little bit to the ground.He lowered his head, his long, disheveled hair covering his pale face.

Ji Guo, above the court.

When the man in dragon robe took the hand of the beautiful young man in red robe and walked up the high platform step by step, all the ministers of the court lowered their eyes as usual, and all of them turned a blind eye.

Ji Yue took Mo Yihuan into his arms and let him sit on his lap.

Although he has done this kind of "disgraceful" thing more than once, Mo Yihuan still felt a little uncomfortable on his face, he bent his ear and whispered: "Your Majesty, I want to discuss something with you, next time Could you put a chair beside me for me this time?"

Ji Yue raised his eyebrows: "Why, Huan'er doesn't feel comfortable sitting on me?"

Mo Yihuan: "...a bit crowded."

Ji Yue thought deeply: "Then I want them to make a more spacious dragon chair."

Mo Yihuan: "..."

Ji Yue turned to the courtiers in front of him, straightened his face, and said in a dark and solemn voice:

"It just so happens that all the lovers are here today, and I want to announce something."

The man's deep and magnetic voice echoed throughout the hall.

"I want to make Mo Yihuan the queen!"

Although Mo Yihuan had already guessed a few points in advance, when this sentence came out of the man's mouth, Mo Yihuan couldn't help but feel agitated.

He raised his eyes to look at Ji Yue, who slightly hooked the corners of his lips towards him, stretched out his hand to grab his hand, and shook it in the palm of his hand.

Then he resumed his serious look, and glanced down.

"Do you have any objections, dear friends?"

Above the court hall, there was silence.

Ever since his daughter Concubine Lan was abolished, Prime Minister Du seemed to have restrained himself a lot, standing aside with his sleeves folded and not saying a word.And the other ministers didn't even dare to show their air, they all lowered their heads and looked at their noses and noses and their hearts.

Ji Yue showed a very satisfied look on his face: "Well, since the lovers have no objection, let's settle this matter like this!"

Mo Yihuan said softly: "Your Majesty, I will be the only queen in the harem from now on?"

Ji Yue nodded and swore: "I promise, I only have you!"

Mo Yihuan sighed softly, and whispered pretending to be regretful: "Then let me remind you, I don't know how to have children, and you will never be born again."

"Adopt one." Ji Yue replied without hesitation, then said after a pause: "Alternatively, I will ask the imperial physician if there is any way to impregnate a man..."

When Mo Yihuan heard this, he immediately exploded like a firecracker: "I don't want it! It hurts to have a baby! If you want to have a baby, you will have it!"

Ji Yue: "..."

As Mo Yihuan said, he suddenly became interested: "Speaking of which, I haven't tried it yet, otherwise you will let me try it next time..."

Seeing the young man's words getting more and more outrageous, Ji Yue's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to slap his buttocks gently: "Presumptuous!"

There was a sound of "pa", which echoed in the hall for a long time.

The ministers still looked surprised.

Mo Yihuan's face turned red like a tomato again.

... This is too, lost, human, too!

On the other hand, the man still looked nonchalant, and turned to the ministers again: "Do you have anything to say today, my loves?"

Mo Yihuan nestled in Ji Yue's arms, endured the more he thought about it for a while, and became more and more angry. First, he moved away a little, and then sat down on Ji Yue's body fiercely as if to retaliate, and twisted relentlessly.

The man gasped and hissed.

Then Mo Yihuan realized something was wrong.

...He was caught again.

Ji Yue took a deep breath, looked at Mo Yihuan with eyes that wanted to eat him up, and said in a low voice, "Be more honest!"

Being pointed at with daggers drawn, Mo Yihuan consciously sat upright and didn't dare to move anymore.

The ministers reported the matter one after another.

Mo Yihuan was bored listening, raised his eyes to look at Ji Yue who was focused, his eyes rolled narrowly, thinking badly.

He secretly stretched out his hand, climbed up the man's straight back little by little, poked left and right.

Ji Yue's face turned darker.

He grabbed the boy's restless little hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Mo, Yi, Huan!"

"What's wrong?" Mo Yihuan blinked innocently, raised her head and whispered in Ji Yue's ear: "Your Majesty, don't be distracted, you must be serious about facing up."

After speaking, he took a bad breath.

... Then Mo Yihua felt it as expected, and it became even more uncomfortable to sit down.

Seeing the extremely ugly expression on the man's face on the dragon chair, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty trembled as if they were walking on thin ice. They didn't know why the emperor suddenly became angry.

Ji Yue's Adam's apple twitched, narrowed his eyes, and said word by word: "I understand what I just said, is there anything else I want to present?"

Silent.

Ji Yue gave an order: "Retire!"

The ministers all dispersed, Ji Yue hugged Mo Yihuan straight up, and strode straight to the back of the hall.

Only then did Mo Yihuan realize that she was afraid, and kicked her legs: "Don't, don't, I didn't close my eyes all night yesterday, and now my back hurts!"

Ji Yue's eyes were dark and his voice was low and hoarse: "At that moment, I didn't notice your backache?"

When he was pushed against the table with a "boom", the boy frowned and let out a "hiss".

Ji Yue was stunned, seeing that the young man seemed to be in real pain, so he quickly let go of him.

Mo Yihuan rubbed her waist and straightened up, carefully glanced at the man's complicated face, and at the bottom of the jade belt around her waist...

Ji Yue rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "Go and have lunch first, I'll come over to accompany you in a while."

Mo Yihuan knew that this man most likely went to take a cold shower or something, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Mo Yihuan scratched her hair and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Otherwise, I... I'll help His Majesty?"

Ji Yue raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little confused: "Help?"

Mo Yihuan squatted down and reached out to untie the jade belt.

"Huan'er?"

Mo Yihuan raised his eyes and smiled mischievously at Ji Yue: "Let me first declare that I have no experience, so don't blame me for hurting you!"

Said, bowed his head.

Ji Yue's body trembled violently.

He looked down at the boy with a complicated and loving expression, and gently stroked the boy's black and smooth hair with his hands.

……

Mo Yihuan rubbed his sore face, and peeked at the refreshed man, feeling uneasy for a while.

Ji Yue reached out and gently stroked the boy's cheek.

Mo Yihuan glared at him, and said fiercely, "What are you touching!"

Ji Yue blinked, as if he felt aggrieved: "I just want to wipe it for you..."

"No need!" Mo Yihuan didn't appreciate it, stretched out his hand and pulled the front of the man's bright yellow dragon robe, and wiped his face carelessly like a kitten washing his face.

Ji Yue's expression froze: "Huan'er, you..."

Mo Yihuan thought that he thought he had soiled his dragon robe, glared at him, and said confidently: "Why, anyway, it's your own thing! If it's dirty, you wash it yourself, don't accept it!"

Ji Yue slowed down, and said with a smile: "Why am I afraid of getting dirty? I am afraid that the dragon pattern embroidery on the dragon robe will scratch my Huan'er little face!"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback.

This dog man...

Is the small mouth just right?

Why is he talking so damn sweet recently?

Ji Yue got cheap and behaved, and leaned over again, wanting to ask for a kiss.

Before Mo Yihuan recovered from the numbness, Mo Yihuan's lips were pinched again.

He was a little hypoxic from the kiss, and his head was dizzy.

... He now has only one question in his mind:

Why can this dog man be so "vigorous" every day?

never mind.Mo Yihuan thought a little self-destructively. , the dog man I found, just make do with it, how can I get away?

After the kiss, Ji Yue put his arms around his waist.

"Huan'er, come with me for lunch."

Mo Yihuan took two steps, and suddenly remembered something.He turned his head and asked Ji Yue: "By the way, Your Majesty, where is that Lianhuan?"

Ji Yue was stunned when he heard the word "Lianhuan".After a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Huan'er, I'm sorry for you in this matter."

Mo Yihuan had a black question mark on his face: "???"

Ji Yue raised his eyes to look at Mo Yihuan, like a child who has done something wrong, and his expression was a little embarrassed: "I don't want to explain too much. It's just that he drugged me at that time, so I mistook him for you , that's why..."

Mo Yihuan came to his senses.

Emotional Ji Yue doesn't remember kicking open the door to drive Lianhuan away and slapping him twice, is she still kept in the dark?

Mo Yihuan was amused in her heart, but she wanted to take the opportunity to play tricks on Ji Yue, so she deliberately put on a face and pretended to be angry: "Hmph, are you still going to talk about this?"

Ji Yue grabbed the young man's wrist and said urgently: "Huan'er, I swear I have no feelings for him! I spare his life just to wait for you to come back and kill him with my own hands in front of you!"

Mo Yihuan tried hard to hold back his smile, but his face was still tense, he shook off the man's hand and turned his back.

The man hugged him from behind.

"Huan'er, forgive me, is that okay?"