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

In the early morning, Ji Kingdom Palace.

Several maids were combing the hair and makeup of the boy sitting in front of the vanity mirror.

The young man was wearing a radiant red wedding dress, which made his already beautiful face even more delicate and beautiful like a peach petal, red lips and white teeth, charming and moving eyes, and his fair skin was like a bright moon. Delicate and smooth, the slender waist bound by the red tie is too tight to hold.The phoenix crown on her head and the pearls dotted on her body are shining brightly, magnificence, grace and brilliance.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mo Yihuan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He turned to Chunhua who was beside him: "Hey, tell me... do I look good dressed like this?"

Chunhua's eyes were red, and her voice was a little choked: "Brother Mo, no, no, empress, you look good! It's really beautiful..."

"Mother, what mother! You are a mother!" Mo Yihuan looked back at Chunhua dissatisfied, but saw that she was wiping her tears with her sleeves with her head down, and she couldn't help being stunned: "...Hey, hey, why are you crying? "

Chunhua hurriedly wiped her face clean and sniffled: "It's nothing, nothing! This servant is so happy..."

Mo Yihuan: "..." He didn't expect that the first time in his life he would make a girl cry, and it would be under such circumstances...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: Life is really unpredictable and the world is impermanent.

Unexpectedly, he has been a straight man for more than 20 years, and he is still planted here today...

At this moment, Chunhua looked out of the window with his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Brother Mo, look, there is a sedan chair outside to pick you up!"

Outside the door, the long red brocade carpet has already been laid.With Chunhua's support, Mo Yihuan got into the sedan chair, and the sedan chair slowly lifted up. He lifted the hijab covering his eyes and looked out curiously.

On both sides of the aisle are palace people bowing their heads, petals are floating in the air, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers is in the air.The red carpet stretches continuously, and under the reflection of Chu Yang, the red is eye-catching and dazzling.

Ten miles of red makeup, the whole city is celebrating, celebrating that their new emperor has established the only queen.

The sedan chair finally wobbled to a stop, and Chunhua anxiously reminded in a low voice outside the sedan chair: "Brother, we're here! Put down the hipa quickly!"

Mo Yihuan hurriedly did as he was told.His eyes were tightly covered by a patch of bright red, and he couldn't see anything, so Chunhua helped him out of the sedan chair, stepped over the threshold, and walked forward step by step carefully.

Until the hand was taken over by a hot hand and held in the palm.

"... Huan'er."

Ji Yue's deep and magnetic voice fell on his ears.Mo Yihuan's heart moved, she held the man's hand tightly in response, and called softly, "Your Majesty?"

The hijab moved, and Ji Yue gently pressed a kiss on the young man's forehead through the thin red cloth.

A worship of heaven and earth.

Two worship the high hall.

Husband and wife worship.

At the moment when the ceremony was completed, Mo Yihuan heard Ji Yue's voice fall beside his ears.Very light, with a smile and clear words.

"Huan'er, from today onwards, you are my only wife."

Mo Yihuan noticed that Ji Yue called himself "I", not "Zhen".

His heart was beating happily, thumping, almost jumping out of his chest.The joy that was almost overflowing in his heart made him want to curl the corners of his lips into a smile, but his eyes were uncontrollably hot and his nose was sour, but tears came out of his eyes first.

After the complicated ceremony, Mo Yihuan was the first to be sent into the bridal chamber.

In the huge room, Mo Yihuan sat alone on the wedding bed, his eyes were covered by the red hipa, and the surroundings were silent.

The voice of 520 sounded in the pre-research center: "cough, baby, although I know it's not the time, but I have to remind you that Ji Yue's true love for you is already 94. The door will open, and if you don't make up your mind..."

Mo Yihuan interrupted him: "What decision?"

520 was startled, and asked back: "Don't you want to take Ji Yue with you?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Forget it."

520: "???"

Mo Yihuan lowered his eyes and said, "I really miss him, but if I want to take him away, I have to make him die with me, I can't do it."

A moment of silence.

520 said softly: "Think about it, after you leave, you will never see him again."

Even though he had already thought about such a result, Mo Yihuan still couldn't help feeling a dull pain in his chest when he heard this direct and frank sentence.

Accustomed to the days when men are by his side, now he dare not think about how he will live without Ji Yue in the future...

It was only now that Mo Yihuan finally believed that everything written in the novel was true.When people are very sad, they are really so sad that they can't cry.Just like at this moment, his chest was painful and tight, and he was almost suffocating, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of steady footsteps, from far to near, until they stopped in front of him.

A pair of spotless brocade boots came into view.

"... Huan'er."

The man's gentle cry seemed to be the fuse that ignited the fire. All Mo Yihuan's patience and aggrieved emotions finally collapsed in an instant. His nose was sour, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

"His Majesty……"

The boy's voice was choked with sobs, aggrieved and soft.

Ji Yue was startled, and hurriedly lifted the hijab without any explanation.

The red hipa fell to the ground, the eyes of the young man in front of him were red, his pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and the tear stains on his small face were intertwined and messy.

Ji Yue panicked right away, and almost hastily wiped away the tears on the young man's face with his fingertips, and asked repeatedly with distressed and pity: "What's wrong? Why are you crying? What did I do to make you cry?" Is something happy?"

The young man shook his head vigorously, quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, opened his mouth, and tears rolled down his cheeks: "No, it's not because of Your Majesty..."

Seeing the young man's appearance, Ji Yue felt extremely distressed. He took Mo Yihuan into his arms, stretched out his hand to gently comfort his waterfall-like black hair, and said in a deep voice, "Huan'er, don't cry, You know, what I can't see the most is that you shed tears. Tell me quickly, who made you wronged?"

Mo Yihuan snuggled into his arms, tightly held by his strong arms.The faint aroma of red sandalwood diffused into the tip of the nose, and the man's heartbeat was steady and powerful, thumping, pounding.

In the past, every time he was held in Ji Yue's arms like this, listening to the man's heartbeat, Mo Yihuan always felt at ease.But this time, the pain in his heart was even more suffocating, so painful that he could hardly speak.

Only now did he realize how important this man named Ji Yue was to him.

He has lived for more than 20 years, the first hug, the first kiss, the first... even, the first time he fell in love.

It's all this man named Ji Yue, all of them are him.

And all of this, he is about to lose.

... In the future, there will never be any more.

There will never be another person like Ji Yue who can make him willing to be tempted, willing to protect with his life, and willing to give everything to him foolishly...

Mo Yihuan suddenly thought of a sentence, the love didn't know where it started, but it went deeper and deeper.

And before meeting this man, Mo Yihuan never knew that he could be so affectionate.

...So affectionate that Mo Yihuan almost wanted to scold herself for being hypocritical.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak for a long time, Ji Yue just kept crying. His heart ached so much that he almost wiped away the tears from his face in a panic.

"Huan'er, why are you crying, can you tell me?"

The always stern and ruthless man became so gentle because of him, and he was only so gentle to him... Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan felt even more bitter.

As for Ji Yue, he swore from the side: "I swear, I will never let you suffer any more grievances in the future!"

"Your Majesty," the more gentle Ji Yue was, the sadder Mo Yihuan became.He finally couldn't listen anymore, raised his head, and blocked the man's lips without any explanation.

"Huan'er, Huan'er..."

The voice that fell on his ears was low and hoarse, and the man's eyes, like black ink, stared at the young man in front of him for a moment, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

The straps were slowly undone.

And this man, I am about to lose him...

Such thoughts came to my mind again, and tears were about to come out of my eyes almost instantly.Mo Yihuan didn't want Ji Yue to worry about him, so he tried hard to hold back his tears and forced a smile.

"His Majesty……"

He leaned close to Ji Yue's ear and said softly:

"Do you still remember what you said to me yesterday?"

Ji Yue was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, he was pushed back by the boy.

Ten fingers intertwined slowly.

The lights are luxuriant, and the red candles are warm.

The morning light outside the window is faint, and I don't know what time it is in the morning.

Mo Yihuan was in a daze, but Ji Yue still held him in his arms, gently stroking his long hair with pity.

"His Majesty……"

Mo Yihuan looked into the man's deep eyes, and couldn't help murmuring softly.

At this moment, 520's voice sounded: "Baby, although I really don't want to disturb you. But it is detected here that Ji Yue's true love value for you is +5, and the current true love value is 99..."

Mo Yihuan's eyes suddenly widened.

This number made his beating heart stop instantly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the cold feeling spread to all his limbs.

"Huan'er," at this moment, Ji Yue murmured softly in his ear: "I really like you to the core, I don't know how I can like you so much..."

Mo Yihuan's body shook slightly.

"Tonight, you can no longer avoid my question," the man's expression became serious, and he asked word for word in an uncompromising tone:

"Huan'er, do you love me or not?"