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

Mo Yihuan pretended not to hear, turned her head and looked away, and leaned on the man's chest, playing with his long hair, without saying a word.

Ji Yue became a little anxious, reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, raised it up, forced him to look directly at him, and said with a more serious tone: "Huan'er, why don't you answer me?"

Mo Yihuan yawned pretentiously, turned his face to avoid Ji Yue's hand calmly, and said lightly, "Your Majesty, I'm sleepy."

"Mo Yihuan!"

Ji Yue seemed to be really angry. He tightened his arms and held the young man who wanted to move away tightly in his arms. There was an indelible urgency and anger in his dark eyes.

"You obviously care about me, why don't you give me an affirmative answer?"

Mo Yihuan looked at him, bent his lips and smiled softly: "It's just one sentence, is it important?"

"Mo Yihuan!" Ji Yue's eyes were almost reddened by the nonchalant expression of the young man in front of him. He tightened his fingers on Mo Yihuan's shoulder with such force that Mo Yihuan felt a sharp pain and wrinkled slightly. Frowning: "Your Majesty, you hurt me."

Ji Yue knew that he had lost his composure, so he let go of his hand, looked away, and took a deep breath.

"Huan'er," Ji Yue said softly, but his eyes were full of dark and complicated emotions. After a pause, he said again: "You don't know what your answer means to me... "

It was the first time that such a dejected expression appeared on the man's usually unruly and indifferent face, and Mo Yihuan felt a bitterness spread in his heart when he looked at it.He wished he could lean forward and kiss him, and then swear at him for being an idiot.

Ji Yue is an idiot...

Couldn't he see such an obvious answer?

Ji Yue's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he hesitated to speak: "Huan'er, are you still blaming me for forcing you before?"

Mo Yihuan pursed his lips, he was afraid that he would really lose control, so he blurted out those three words.He turned his eyes away and said softly: "So, on this issue, Your Majesty will not force me any more, okay?"

Ji Yue was startled.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.The man pulled her face away, and immediately covered her lips, a kiss was as swift and passionate as a storm.

"Huan'er, I'm waiting for you. Don't make me wait too long..."

Ji Yue's voice was like a sigh, falling heavily on his ears.

Song Guo.

In the huge study room, Song Zheji sat alone at the table, filled a whole glass of wine for himself, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.His face was slightly drunk, and his clear eyes were covered with a layer of drunkenness.

A man who looked like a soldier hurried in, and after saluting, he could not hide his panic, and stammered to report: "His Royal Highness, Ji Guo's army has already broken through several gates in the border pass, and my subordinates follow His Highness's instructions. The monarchs who passed on the book to Qi and Yin, but, but..."

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows: "But what?"

The soldiers lowered their heads and said tremblingly: "But so far there has been no reply..."

Song Zheji nodded without changing his expression, and said quietly: "I see, you can go down first."

The soldiers went down as promised, and as soon as the gate was closed, Song Zheji swung his arm suddenly, and several empty jars on the table fell to the ground with a bang, bursting into pieces of ceramics.

Song Zheji supported the table with his hands, stood up unsteadily, and staggered forward step by step.He walked all the way to the door, tripped over the threshold, knocked open the door and nearly fell to the ground, but fortunately the guard at the door had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"...His Royal Highness, are you alright?"

Song Zheji grabbed his front lapel.

"Where's Ji Li?" The mask on his face that had always been calm and self-sufficient was finally torn off, his eyes were terribly red, and his expression could almost be called ferocious: "Is he still alive?"

"Your Highness," the guard said with a little panic, "these subordinates have cut off his meals according to the young master's orders these few days. When I went to see him yesterday, young master Ji was still alive, but he only had one breath left..."

"Bastard!"

Song Zheji let out an angry roar, and ruthlessly pushed the guard to the ground.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, calm down!" The guard got up in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, don't worry, this subordinate will kill him now!"

"How dare you!" Song Zheji roared like a wounded beast, his hands clenched into fists, and a fierce chill appeared in his eyes: "If he dies, I want you to bury him with him!"

The guard's face turned pale with fear, and his body trembled: "Then, what does His Highness mean?"

Song Zheji gently closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Give him a good wash and groom, and bring him to my room!"

"Yes, yes!" The guard nodded his head, and was about to leave when Song Zheji stopped him again.

"Wait a minute," Song Zheji said softly, the dark light in his eyes flashing: "... let him change into a wedding dress, a woman's wedding dress."

"Obey!" The guard ran away scrambling.

Dim lights shone brightly and dimly in the huge bedroom.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and then the guard's voice came: "Your Highness, you have already arrived!"

Footsteps sounded from far to near, and the curtains were pushed aside layer by layer.

Against the backdrop of a fiery red dress, the appearance of the man in front of him was still very handsome.His complexion was morbidly pale, and his lips were blue and chapped.His thin body trembled slightly under the loose clothes, and was supported by two guards on his shoulders, so he could maintain his standing posture.

Song Zheji sized up the dying man in front of him, the corners of his lips raised in a mocking arc.

"His Royal Highness King Qi is really fateful. He hasn't eaten a grain of rice for a few days, yet he is still alive?"

Ji Li's eyes were half closed, his long eyelashes flickered and trembled slightly, as if he didn't even have the strength to open them.His chapped lips parted, and he breathed out three words slowly:

"I'm waiting for you……"

Hearing this, Song Zheji's face turned cold, a bone-chilling chill flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and said to the two guards: "Get out."

Without the external support, the man's body collapsed limply to the ground.He stretched out his bony and bony hands, and grabbed Song Zheji's clothes with all his might, his chest heaving violently.

Song Zheji took a step forward and squatted in front of Ji Li.

Ji Li tried hard to open his eyes, but the pair of phoenix eyes that were so energetic in the past were now dim and out of focus, it took a long time to focus, and he stared at the man in front of him without blinking.He sniffled his nose lightly, and then even raised his lips and smiled.

Song Zheji was inexplicably annoyed by his laughter: "What are you laughing at?"

There was a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils, Ji Li slowly said in a hoarse voice like gravel: "You are drunk..."

Song Zheji sneered: "Isn't it all thanks to you?"

The smile on Ji Li's face became brighter and brighter: "...Yes."

He stretched out his hand with trembling fingertips, wanting to caress Song Zheji's face.

Song Zheji didn't move, his face was expressionless, he let Ji Li's cold fingertips move inch by inch on his face.When his fingertips touched his upper lip, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ji Li's wrist.

"Don't worry, I will die," Song Zheji smiled lightly, but his eyes were full of desolation and cruelty: "...I also want your imperial brother to be buried with me."

Ji Li opened his mouth again, and slowly spit out four words from his throat: "Where's Mo Yihuan?"

Upon hearing this name, Song Zheji's eyebrows twitched, and there was an undisguised look of pain in his eyes.

"Shut up!" He closed his eyes slightly and said viciously.

"You, cough, cough..." Ji Li bowed and coughed violently until he calmed down, the corners of his lips were stained with a bright red color.

Song Zheji looked at the bloody look, and frowned involuntarily.

There was a half-smile on Ji Li's face, and he said intermittently: "Why...you want me to wear this...clothes?"

Song Zheji was startled.

Ji Li's chest was heaving violently, but the corners of his lips became more mocking, and he said intermittently in a hoarse voice, "Am... like him?"

"It doesn't look like it." Song Zheji looked at his face, and said viciously: "Not at all."

"...Is that so?" Ji Li laughed: "Husband... Where is he, ahem, what doesn't he look like?"

Hearing the word "Husband", Song Zheji froze.

Ji Yue tried his best to support his body, and moved closer: "... Husband, cough cough, how about hugging Huan'er?"

Song Zheji grabbed his lapel violently, his light-colored pupils trembling violently: "Ji Li, even you, how dare you laugh at me?"

An innocent look appeared in Ji Li's eyes: "You, cough, don't you just want me to be like this?"

Song Zheji's eyes were red, and he almost became angry from embarrassment: "Shut up!"

"You..." Before Ji Li could say a word, she was picked up by the man and fell heavily.

A piece of cloth was tightly covering his head, and through the cloth, Song Zheji almost crazily kissed him.The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and it was hard to imagine how much alcohol Song Zheji had drunk before.

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

The deep voice fell to the ear one after another.

Ji Li slightly curved his lips into a smile, but the tears in the corners of his eyes fell silently like beads with a broken thread.

"Huan'er is..." He opened his mouth and responded softly with a hoarse voice.

Mo Yihuan didn't know how long he had been asleep this time, when he opened his eyes, he saw the sun was shining brightly outside the window, almost sunburning his ass.

When he turned his head, the seat beside him was already empty.

Mo Yihuan was anxious, and subconsciously called out: "Your Majesty?"

However, no one responded to him. After a while, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Chunhua poked his head in half: "Brother Mo, are you awake?"

Mo Yihuan asked impatiently, "Where's Your Majesty?"

Chunhua showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and replied falteringly: "Your Majesty, he...he wants this servant to tell you that he has something urgent to do and he will leave for a few days."

"Leave for a few days?!" Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost couldn't hold his breath: "You ran away from me the second day after getting married? Damn, this scumbag!"