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

Ji Yue was stunned, then pulled Mo Yihuan's shoulder, and stretched out his hand to caress his face distressedly: "Huan'er, what's the matter?"

Mo Yihuan wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately and shook his head vigorously: "It's okay, it's really okay!"

Ji Yue frowned: "But..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yihuan tiptoed lightly, kissed his lips proactively, and blocked the rest of his words between his lips.

Ji Yue kissed him, stroking the boy's soft long hair with his fingers, but felt that something was wrong.

After the kiss, he saw that the boy in front of him was already tearing up.

Mo Yihuan buried her head in Ji Yue's neck to prevent him from seeing her crying.With slightly trembling shoulders, he said softly, "Your Majesty, if one day I really leave you, you..."

He choked up and didn't continue talking.

Ji Yue was stunned, then tightened his arms and held the boy tightly in his arms, patted his back lightly with his hands, and comforted him in a low voice: "No, I won't let such a thing happen... ..."

Mo Yihuan insisted: "I mean if!"

Ji Yue tightened his fingers holding Mo Yihuan's shoulders, and he made the young man look directly at him, his dark eyes were filled with anger, and he said decisively in an unquestionable tone: "No, even if you want to escape, I will I will also use all means to catch you back and lock you by my side, so that you will never be able to leave me for the rest of your life!"

Mo Yihuan didn't expect that Ji Yue would be a little angry. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the man covered his lips domineeringly, kissed, and hugged Mo Yi tightly like a child. Do not let go.

Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat.

Went to his!

He sniffled, almost cursing in his heart viciously.

Who cares what Sanqi 21!The only thing he wants to do now is to hug the man tightly and spend every minute with him seriously.

Mo Yihuan sniffled, forcibly suppressed the bitter feeling in his heart, and wrapped his arms around Ji Yue's neck.

"Your Majesty," he leaned close to Ji Yue's ear and whispered, "I think..."

The young and soft voice was like the murmur of a kitten, Ji Yue's eyebrows twitched, and his eyes became darker.

"What do you want?" The man's deep and slightly hoarse voice fell on his ears: "As long as you ask, even if you want the stars in the sky, I will pick them for you."

"Are you stupid? What do I want the stars in the sky?" Mo Yihuan couldn't help laughing because of the man's ignorance: "I want three times, will you give it?"

"Three times?" Ji Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately came to his senses.He laughed, hugged the boy horizontally, lowered his body to touch the tip of his nose, his eyes and brows were full of smiles, and joked: "That's all you need for Huan'er? I can double it for you..."

double? !

Mo Yihuan suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem, he quickly stretched out his hand and gently pushed Ji Yue's shoulder, hesitatingly said: "Wait, that...Your Majesty, are you still going to the battlefield tomorrow to fight?"

"Why?" The man raised his eyebrows dangerously: "Is Huan'er looking down on me? It seems that it's time for me to prove myself."

Being thrown on the soft couch, Mo Yihuan watched the man leaning forward, feeling like crying.

...Is it too late for him to repent now?

The capital of the Song Dynasty, the Prince's Mansion.

Song Zheji lowered his head and opened the battle report in his hand, his face was gloomy and he remained silent.

Beside him was a man in a red suit.He is thin and pale with a bright red suit.With his head down, he looked sleepy and sat beside Song Zheji with his head down.

"Report-"

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, Song Zheji raised his head, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

A man with the appearance of a soldier walked into the room, knelt down on the ground as soon as he came in, presented a roll of parchment with both hands, and stammered in fear, "His Royal Highness, the army of Ji Kingdom has entered the capital... ,This is……"

Song Zheji frowned slightly.

"what is this?"

The soldier buried his head deeply, his hand holding on to the parchment scroll trembled slightly: "...this is a letter of persuasion sent by Ji Yue!"

Song Zheji looked at the things in his hand expressionlessly.After a long time, I stood up and walked forward slowly, reached out to take the sheepskin roll, and unfolded it little by little.

"...The defeat is set, advise you to leave the city and surrender?"

Song Zheji's eyes swept over slightly, and he said softly, as if he thought it was very interesting, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly.

Immediately, he squinted at the soldier: "I see, you can go out."

General Shi Nuonuo retreated out, and as soon as the door was closed, Song Zheji put the parchment scroll in his hand on the candle flame of the burning oil lamp, and the parchment quickly burst into flames, turning into ashes and scattered all over the ground.

Ji Li at the side silently watched his movements without saying a word.

Song Zheji's eyes fell on Ji Li, he stepped forward, squatted down in front of the man, and stretched out his hand to gently grab his chin.

"Will you die with me?" He said softly, with a hint of persuasion in his tone, his light-colored pupils trembled slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly uttered two words: "... Ah Li?"

Hearing these two words, Ji Li's whole body trembled violently, and he raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Song Zheji took a long silver dagger from the table beside him, and handed the handle to Ji Li.

"You first?"

Ji Li stared blankly at the gleaming dagger, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Song Zheji sneered: "Don't you dare?"

As he said that, he made a gesture to retract the hand holding the dagger.At this moment, Ji Li couldn't wait to snatch the dagger from Song Zheji's hand. At that moment, Song Zheji even saw a flash of ecstasy in his eyes.

"You..." Song Zheji was caught off guard.

The man's eyes stared at Song Zheji almost madly, without saying a word, the dagger in his hand was raised high, and the movement quickly pierced straight into his chest.

Song Zheji frowned.

The tip of the blade that was shining with cold light was about to sink into the heart, Song Zheji suddenly stretched out his hand and held the blade firmly.

Blood slowly trickled down the silver blade, dripping onto the ground.

Ji Li was stunned.

"……why?"

He opened his mouth in a daze, his voice rough and hoarse like gravel.

Song Zheji hooked his lips, and smiled slightly: "I just don't want to see you die in front of me, I'm afraid my eyes will be dirty."

Ji Li lowered his eyes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he actually laughed.

Song Zheji looked at him quietly, his light-colored eyes flickering with dark light.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, Ji Li grabbed Song Zheji's bleeding hand, lowered his head, like a cute kitten, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the blood on his hand.

Song Zheji's body trembled violently, and he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, eyes full of disgust and said: "You really make me sick."

Ji Li licked his lips, his face was as white as gold paper, but his lips were stained with bright red blood, looking coquettish and mysterious.He smiled softly: "Young Master Song, you clearly just don't want me to die."

Song Zheji sneered: "Really?"

As he spoke, he took an open jar of wine from the table beside him.Raising his head, he drank a few sips of wine "gudong gudong".

He smiled suddenly, turned his gaze to Ji Li quietly, and said lightly, "That's not necessarily the case."

With that said, he let go.

The wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, with a loud noise, broken tiles splashed, and most of the wine contained in the jar spilled water stains all over the floor.

Ji Li stared blankly at Song Zheji's movements with a blank expression.

Song Zheji leaned over and carefully picked up a burning candle on the table.

Ji Li's eyes lit up, and the lights flashed, illuminating the undisguised excitement in his eyes.

With a "snap", the burning short candle fell on the pool of wine stains on the ground, and the tongue of flame jumped several feet high, spreading rapidly like a prairie fire, licking several desks and curtains...

Song Zheji still had a nonchalant expression, standing there calmly, even... the corners of his lips raised slightly, forming a strange arc.

Ji Li stood up, smiled, threw herself into Song Zheji's arms like crazy, raised her head and kissed his lips.

Song Zheji's body froze, but he didn't push him away in the end.

The raging flames crackled and filled the room with black smoke.

The two embraced and kissed.

Mo Yihuan was sitting on the horseback, and Ji Yue was behind him, tightly wrapping him in his arms.

Mo Yihuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

He felt that he was really a contemporary Kuafu.

And, why is the dog man behind him still looking refreshed and high-spirited?

It's not just a waist problem...

He felt that he couldn't sit up straight anymore. If it wasn't for Ji Yue, he would have been lying on the horse's back in a mess.

Ji Yue approached flatteringly: "Huan'er, do you feel better now?"

Mo Yihuan smiled: "Not good."

Ji Yue cheekily stretched out his hand: "Is your back hurting? Will I rub it for you?"

Mo Yihuan slapped him across the face: "Don't hit me!"

"Huan'er..." Ji Yue approached him with a stern face, and while Mo Yihuan was pushing him, he suddenly and inadvertently saw black smoke and flames shooting up to the sky from a distance.

Mo Yihuan was stunned for a moment.

"Look, Your Majesty!" Mo Yihuan elbowed Ji Yue: "What's going on in front? Is it on fire?"

Ji Yue looked in the direction he pointed, and frowned.

"That direction... isn't Song Zheji's Prince's Mansion?"

"Prince's Mansion?!" Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Drive!" Ji Yue urged the horse under him, and the horse let go of its hooves and galloped over quickly.

Chen Feiling led the troops and rushed into the Prince's Mansion first.

Facing the ruins that were almost half burnt in front of him, Ji Yue held Mo Yihuan tightly in his arms, frowning and looking around.

Chen Feiling returned it shortly after.Ji Yue asked, "What's going on?"

Chen Feiling reported: "Return to Your Majesty, this area has been burned up for a few steps..."

Ji Yue interrupted him impatiently: "Where is Song Zheji? Did you find it?"

"I haven't found it yet because I'm not doing my job well," Chen Feiling lowered his head and said in shame, "However, I did find two corpses in the study..."