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

Ji Yue asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"The bodies are all burnt, and I can't identify them," Chen Feiling said, "However, I found this on one of them..."

He said, presenting the things in his hands with both hands.

Ji Yue took it, and in his hand was a jade seal that had been burned a little black. Ji Yue turned the seal over, and saw three traditional regular script characters engraved on it.

Song broken halberd.

Ji Yue frowned slightly: "...Is this the thing named Song?"

Mo Yihuan was startled, and couldn't help saying: "Is it really Song Zheji?!"

Ji Yue casually threw the jade seal on the ground, with a look of disgust on his face, took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said with a sneer, "It may not be him."

After he finished speaking, he ordered Chen Feiling: "This guy surnamed Song is very cunning, don't be careless, let me continue to search!"

Chen Feiling nodded and said, "Observe the order!"

With the piercing shouts, the thick smoke from the flames of war billowed and filled the entire city.

The soldiers under the city rose and fell like waves, and they uttered shouts that shook the world.Sword light and sword shadow, flesh and blood flying.Arrows flew wildly in the air, and the rain of arrows with a long sound pierced the clear sky like locusts crossing the border, and soldiers fell to the ground constantly.

The imperial flag fluttering in the wind was already tattered and tattered, and it seemed that it would fall down in an instant.On the top of the city tower, there are even dead bodies lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.The thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filled the air, and it was pungent and unpleasant.

is the day.

The army of the State of Ji broke through the capital of the State of Song, and the last few thousand soldiers of the State of Song fought stubbornly, but they were still outnumbered and defeated steadily.In the end, the soldiers of the State of Ji surrounded the palace of the State of Song, Song Qinghuai, the monarch of the State of Song, finally opened the gate of the palace and came out of the palace to surrender.

Outside the rich family, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe knelt on his knees, lowered his head, and presented the Imperial Seal in his hand to Ji Yue with both hands.

Ji Yue reached out to take it.

Only then did Song Qinghuai raise his eyes, his eyes fell on the beautiful young man in red beside Ji Yue, and he was startled for a moment.

"……It's you?"

There was a look of pain in the man's cloudy eyes, he stared at Mo Yihuan viciously, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes were already a little red.He opened his mouth and roared in a hoarse voice:

"I knew it, I knew it! In vain of my Song Kingdom's century-old foundation, it was ruined by you, a troublesome sailor!"

Mo Yihuan was a little frightened by his stare, and subconsciously shrank back.Ji Yue held the boy tightly in his arms, and winked at the guards behind him with a gloomy face.

Several guards stepped forward, supported Song Qinghuai, and dragged him out of the palace gate.

"He is a disaster! He caused the destruction of our Song Kingdom, and will bring the same fate to your Ji Kingdom..."

Song Qinghuai's voice was shrill and piercing, Ji Yue's brows were tightened, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the man's hand pressed against the hilt of his waist, Mo Yihuan quickly grabbed his wrist, shook his head, and softly persuaded: "Your Majesty!"

Ji Yue hesitated for a moment, but finally let go.

He held the boy firmly in his arms, stroked the boy's waterfall-like long hair soothingly, and comforted him softly: "Huan'er, don't listen to this old man's nonsense!"

Mo Yi smiled and shook his head: "It's okay!"

On the city tower, the imperial flag of Song Dynasty was torn down and burned.

Ji Guo's imperial flag took its place.

In just half a day, the inside and outside of the former Song Dynasty imperial palace had been rectified.

Ji Yue kept the Song clan, including Song Qinghuai, alive, or they were demoted to common people, or they were conferred the title of last marquis and distributed to the frontiers.

In the side hall, there are heavy curtains, green smoke curling up, and the faint aroma of burning red sandalwood permeates the air.

On the couch, Mo Yihuan nestled lazily in Ji Yue's arms, carelessly playing with the man's long hair.He tried his best to tell himself not to think about those unhappy things, but he couldn't control himself from being distracted.

Ji Yue seemed to see that Mo Yihuan was unhappy, and asked, "Why, what's on Huan'er's mind?"

Mo Yihuan shook his head and forced a smile: "No."

"We will set off to go back to Ji Country in two days," Ji Yue said, hugging the young man tightly from behind, leaning his face against his, and whispering softly in his ear: "I was busy with the military a few days ago, so I didn't take care It's up to you. When you go back, I will accompany you whatever you want to do."

go back?

Mo Yihuan thought bitterly in his heart that he probably wouldn't be able to last the day he went back.

But he still responded obediently: "Well, I listen to Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he adjusted his comfortable posture and nestled lazily in the man's arms like a kitten.

Ji Yue asked persistently: "Huan'er, what do you want to do?"

If this question was asked to him before, Mo Yihuan would definitely be able to answer a lot of questions in one breath.He wants to do a lot of things, he wants to play black fighting games with his friends, he wants to go to the comic exhibition to buy figures, he wants to go to his favorite pizza shop to have a big meal...

But now...

Mo Yihuan lowered his eyes, and solemnly said word by word: "As long as His Majesty is with you, I will do whatever I want."

These are his sincere words.

As long as Ji Yue is by his side, even if he can no longer touch his mobile phone or computer, can't turn on the air conditioner in summer, and can only eat steamed buns and drink cold water every day...he will be content with it.

"I do too." Ji Yue circled him tighter again, his voice was low and gentle with a smile: "Some days will be the end of the new year, and it will be very lively outside, when the time comes, I will go out of the palace with you to watch the fireworks , Putting up lanterns..."

The gentler the man's voice was, the more bitter Mo Yihuan felt.He couldn't help the heat in his eyes again, tears rolled down his cheeks, Mo Yihuan almost interrupted the man hastily: "Your Majesty, stop talking!"

Ji Yue noticed the choking in the young man's voice, and said in surprise and distress: "...Why are you crying again?"

Mo Yihuan didn't answer him, he raised his head and pressed the man's lips hard.

However, this time, Ji Yue did not follow his actions. He pushed the boy away and frowned slightly: "Huan'er, what's going on with you all this time?"

Mo Yihuan wiped away tears vigorously: "I'm so happy! I can finally be with His Majesty, and weep with joy, do you understand?"

Ji Yue still looked puzzled: "But..."

Mo Yihuan snatched his words away, and said viciously almost angrily: "Don't ask, just asking means I love you!"

Hearing this, Ji Yue was stunned.

Mo Yihuan pretended to be fierce, and said, "Don't you like to hear this sentence? From now on, I will tell you as many times as you want to hear it!"

Ji Yue blinked stupidly: "Huan'er, you are..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mo Yihuan stretched out his hand to pull the jade belt around Ji Yue's waist: "Hurry up, hurry up and get down to business!"

Ji Yue looked dazed: "But, didn't you say never again last night..." He coughed lightly, and said with a serious expression: "Huan'er, if you can't take it anymore, you can train for a few days, I won't force you."

"Of course I can take it!" Mo Yihuan raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Why, are you looking for an excuse? Could it be that you can't take it anymore?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Yue was really fooled.

His face darkened, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously: "Then I will show you who can't stand it!"

As he said, he turned over and pressed the boy's wrist: "This time, if you beg for mercy like yesterday, I won't be soft-hearted anymore!"

The curtain fell, covering the room full of spring scenery.

Ji Yue fed Mo Yihuan the dinner spoon by spoon, because he almost didn't even have the strength to carry the bowl to eat.

Afterwards, Ji Yue went to discuss with several generals about his return to the imperial court.Mo Yihuan was alone in the palace, leaving many guards outside the gate.

After eating, Mo Yihuan finally regained some strength.With Chunhua's support, he barely supported his weak legs, and walked step by step by the lake in the imperial garden.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he sneezed.

Chunhua said: "Brother, the weather is a bit cold. You wait here for the servant, and the servant will go back and get you a cloak."

Chunhua left, and Mo Yihuan stood alone in the bleak night wind, looking at the sparkling lake in front of him, feeling a little lost.

He suddenly thought of Song Zheji.

... Could it be that he really died like this?

He stared at the lake for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable with guilt.Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be a bunch of eyes falling on him from behind. He turned his head to look, but there was no one behind him.

He shook his head, took another two steps forward, his feet went limp, his body shook twice as he exclaimed, and he was about to lose his center of gravity and fall into the lake.

"careful!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind, and a strong arm grabbed her waist.

Mo Yihuan stood firm, and while he was still in shock, the man had already let him go and left in a hurry.Mo Yihuan saw his back, but he was dressed like an ordinary guard, but it made him feel a little familiar.

Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat: "Hey, wait..."

The man stagnated, but without turning his head, he quickened his pace and quickly disappeared into the night.

At night, Ji Yue hadn't come back yet.Chunhua also went to bed, and Mo Yihuan lay on the couch boredly waiting for Ji Yue to come back.

After all, the time he spends with Ji Yue is less every second, and he doesn't want to waste time sleeping.

Although he thought so, but in the huge room, the scent of red sandalwood, which has the effect of calming the nerves, lingered in the air, making his head feel a little groggy, and he yawned several times, feeling drowsy.

Wait, this red sandalwood aroma...

Mo Yihuan sniffled, feeling in a daze that something was wrong, why is this smell different from the red sandalwood scent on Ji Yue's body?

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan wanted to get up to look at the incense burner.

However, just as he stood up, he was overwhelmed by dizziness, his legs went limp involuntarily, and he fell to the ground.

Footsteps sounded from behind the screen, from far to near.Mo Yihuan opened his eyes, watching a pair of spotless white boots come into view, he blinked vigorously, only to feel that his vision became more and more blurred.

"Mr. Mo..."

A familiar voice sounded softly above his head.