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

The sound of the water splashed, and seeing the young man in the water seemed to turn around, Fu Xihan reacted abruptly and turned his back quickly.

However, his heart was still beating violently, his face was involuntarily hot, and his chest was heaving up and down.

At this moment, a man's voice came from not far away: "... Huan'er?"

When Mo Yihuan heard this familiar voice, he hurriedly raised his head and responded, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, I'm here!"

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, Mo Yihuan looked at the man in brocade who was hurriedly approaching, and happily waved his hand: "Your Majesty!"

"Why did you come here alone?" Ji Yue breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Yihuan, and immediately showed a sullen expression on his face: "Didn't I teach you to wait for me obediently? Let me make it easier to find !"

"Hey!" Mo Yihuan smiled obediently, trying to get away with it: "I want to take a bath! How about it, do you want to take a bath together?"

Ji Yue was startled at first, then bent his lips and smiled: "Okay, it's rare that Huan'er invites me, but it's so disrespectful!"

As he spoke, he really stretched out his hand to untie the jade belt around his waist. Seeing Ji Yue's decisiveness, Mo Yihuan was a little scared: "Well, Your Majesty, you are serious..."

"Of course it's true, you're not joking." Ji Yue said, unhurriedly unfastening his outer shirt, and then untied the tie of his inner coat.

Mo Yihuan panicked, and quickly stood up from the water, reaching out to reach for her clothes.Ji Yue saw the young man slipping past him like a slippery fish, his eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he pounced on him like a hungry tiger pouncing on his food.

The river beach grass is soft, and the dewdrops standing on the grass blades are splashing.

Mo Yihuan blinked, swallowed, and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, this is outside..."

Ji Yue raised his eyebrows: "So what?"

Mo Yihuan blushed, stretched out her hand and gently pushed Ji Yue's shoulder, and said pleadingly: "Your Majesty, let's go back!"

The young man's eyes were full of moving water, and his exquisite little face was slightly wrinkled, which looked pitiful to me.Ji Yue's eyes became darker, and he said slowly, "But, I can't wait any longer, what should I do?"

Mo Yihuan's face flushed slightly, she glared at him, and said reproachfully, "Hey, why do you...are you not tired every day?"

"Tired?" Ji Yue smiled: "My Huan'er is so charming, how could I be tired?"

Mo Yihuan said angrily: "Your Majesty, you... um..."

Ji Yue leaned over and kissed the young man's lips, swallowing all the ending sounds.

Fu Xihan stood there stiffly.

Reason told him that at this time, he should leave quickly.But for some reason, his feet seemed to be firmly stuck in place, and he couldn't take a step.

"His Majesty……"

The kitten-like murmurs of the boy in the ear, the sound entered the ear, accompanied by the "rustling" sound of the grass blades, and the sound of the heart beating violently.

Fu Xihan clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

On that day not long ago, fragmentary fragments of what happened during the drunken night inadvertently surfaced in Fu Xihan's mind.

Wen Xiao's face suddenly flashed before his eyes.There was a blushing look on his fair and clean face, and his hair, which was always neatly tied up, was messy, and he murmured his name: "Brother Fu..."

Fu Xihan's heart skipped a beat, and when he recovered, his palms were already soaked in sweat.

"His Majesty……"

The boy's call became more and more sweet, and Fu Xihan almost ran away in a hurry.

A few days of fierce fighting.

Ji Yue didn't allow Mo Yihuan to go to the front line, every time he charged with the soldiers, Mo Yihuan would stay in the tent and wait for him.Mo Yihuan was worried about Ji Yue's safety on the battlefield, and he felt restless every day. He felt that if he lived like this for a few more days, he would become a sentimental old mother.

Every night when Ji Yue came back, Mo Yihuan would check him carefully from head to toe to see if he was injured, and he breathed a sigh of relief until he was confirmed to be unharmed.

Fortunately, in the past few days, there have been good news.

Another night, Ji Yue returned to the tent with a happy expression on his face.

Mo Yihuan was a little strange: "Why are you so happy today?"

Ji Yue took the young man into his arms, and said with a smile: "My army is about to invade the capital of the Song Kingdom, and Song's defeat is a foregone conclusion. I will just wait for him to come out of the city and surrender!"

This is indeed a good thing...

However, when Mo Yihuan heard this, she couldn't be happy at all.

He felt a pang of guilt.

Song Zheji, a good male protagonist, should have great power in his arms and a beautiful woman in his arms, but now because of himself, the country is ruined and his family is ruined.

Ji Yue smiled and said: "Huan'er, when the time comes, I will cut off his head with my own hands in front of you, do you agree?"

Mo Yihuan looked away, and said softly: "Your Majesty, as I said before, I don't like you killing people."

The smile on Ji Yue's face gradually faded away, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were cold: "What are you talking about? I don't have to kill anyone else, but I will definitely smash his body into pieces and let him die." He is dead without a whole body!"

Mo Yihuan felt a little sad, turned her back, and remained silent.

Ji Yue's deep voice fell on his ears: "Why, don't you really want him to die?"

Mo Yihuan still didn't respond, because he didn't know what to say.

Ji Yue raised her voice and shouted: "Huan'er, have you forgotten? He almost defiled you, and almost killed me!"

Mo Yihuan tried to persuade him: "Your Majesty, calm down first!"

"Why?" Ji Yue pulled the young man's shoulders, his eyes were red and he said excitedly: "Or, do you really still have any old feelings for him?"

Mo Yihuan: "I didn't..."

But Ji Yue interrupted him involuntarily, clenched his fingers, and his chest heaved violently: "You have been refusing to answer my question, is it also because of him?"

Now Mo Yihuan was really irritated, he broke away from Ji Yue's hand, and shouted angrily: "Your Majesty, why do you do this every time! You go crazy like this every time, please don't be so suspicious, okay?" good?"

Ji Yue was startled, and let go of his hand.The long eyelashes drooped, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips:

"suspicious?"

"At the beginning, that man also made an oath to his mother and concubine." He paused, and said slowly: "But I saw my concubine abandoned by him with my own eyes, and he never came to see her concubine until she died of illness in the cold palace. The concubine was still calling his name before she died..."

The more Ji Yue spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes flushed and his body trembled slightly.

"My concubine told me not to trust other people's promises easily. Over the years, I have never dared to give my heart easily. Until now, I have finally met someone who is willing to believe, but you have not even given me a single promise... "

Hearing this, Mo Yihuan was stunned.

For the first time, he saw such a helpless and vulnerable look on a man's face.

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, Mo Yihuan suddenly had the urge to cry, he suppressed his tears, and hugged Ji Yue from behind.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstood me, I, I just..."

He choked up, not knowing how to continue.

The man held his hand: "So, why have you been refusing to answer me?"

"I……"

520: "Baby, you must never say that you can't talk about it and you're finished..."

Mo Yihuan sighed softly, forcibly suppressed the bitterness in his heart, leaned over, and gently kissed the man's cheek.

"I'll answer you," the boy said with a sob, "but not now. Give me some time, okay?"

The young man in front of him had reddened eyes and a little tear on his long eyelashes, but he still tried his best to put on a solemn expression.Ji Yue's heart couldn't help but move, as if some of the softest corners had been touched.He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears from the corners of the young man's eyes with his fingertips that were rough from holding the sword for many years.

"Huan'er, what am I going to do with you..."

Like a koala, Mo Yihuan hugged Ji Yue and did not let go, and said coquettishly with a red nose, "Your Majesty~"

The man couldn't help laughing, hugged the boy back, and kissed him between the eyebrows: "Sleep, Huan'er."

In the warm and dry arms of the man, Mo Yihuan soon fell into a deep sleep.

And Ji Yue stared at the young man's peaceful sleeping face, with dark lights in his eyes, as if he was thinking.

On this day, Ji Yue still didn't come back until the evening sun set on the western mountain.

Mo Yihuan had a bad premonition in his heart, he finally couldn't help it, rushed out of the tent to look around, and bumped into Chen Feiling who was coming in a hurry.

Mo Yihuan quickly stepped forward to stop him: "General Chen, where is Your Majesty?"

Chen Feiling seemed startled when he saw him, and then said with evasive eyes: "Mr. Mo, go back and rest first, Your Majesty wants to discuss the war with us..."

Seeing his expression, Mo Yihuan couldn't help feeling a little suspicious. When he lowered his head, he saw his hands hidden behind his back, and the fresh blood stains on his armor was shocking.

The bad premonition grew stronger, Mo Yihuan reached out and grabbed his skirt: "Where's Your Majesty? Tell me the truth, is he injured?"

"No, it's not!" There was a flash of panic in Chen Feiling's eyes, and he hesitated, "Your Majesty is just tired and needs to rest, there is nothing serious..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yihuan had already let go of him, and ran towards the main tent.

Chen Feiling shouted urgently behind him: "Mr. Mo! Where are you going, Mr. Mo..."

When they arrived at the main tent, Mo Yihuan lifted the curtain and broke in: "Your Majesty?"

The old doctor standing in front of the bed hurriedly turned around, saw Mo Yihuan, and said in shock: "You, how can you come in..."

After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, Mo Yihuan's eyes widened.

He saw a man lying on the couch with a feathered arrow piercing through his chest, his face was like gold paper, and his breath was like a gossamer.The clothes on the chest were already soaked with blood, and the rise and fall of the chest was slow and shallow.

Mo Yihuan's legs gave way and he almost fell in front of the window.

"... Imperial physician, how is your majesty?"

Mo Yihuan heard her dry voice, hoarse and trembling.

The imperial doctor's face was ugly: "Your Majesty's old wounds have not healed, and now I'm afraid..." After a pause, he lowered his head and sighed heavily.