The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 293 High Fever

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"Your Majesty, do you feel comfortable with my submission?" Han Qingyan said with a chuckle.

"You..." Mo Jiu's lips were bitten with blood. His two consecutive actions made his face as pale as a corpse, as if he was shaking like a candle in the wind.

On the contrary, Han Qingyan's face was so rosy and she looked refreshed, as if she had absorbed Mo Jiu's essence.

Only by truly tasting Mojiu can you know how wonderful the emperor's taste is.

Han Qingyan's coldness towards Mo Jiu also weakened a lot, and she once again regretted that she shouldn't have let the two jailers take action. She should have done it herself. Fortunately, they were already dead.

"What about me?" Han Qingyan looked at Mo Jiu and whispered. If he didn't know what she was doing, he might have thought that her relationship with him was so close.

"I...want to..." Mo Jiu said hoarsely. Han Qingyan showed no mercy when she treated him. His throat had already been completely injured from the constant screams.

"Your Majesty wants to kill me, I know." Han Qingyan said, "Then come and try, your Majesty, if you can do it."

She was deliberately humiliating and irritating Mo Jiu. This was the punishment he deserved.

However, Mo Jiu's willpower was stronger than she imagined. Two consecutive insults still did not make him give in. Sure enough, when he was in prison, was the despair in his eyes fake?

To win her sympathy?

This is the emperor's plan...

Han Qingyan's eyes darkened, she had seen through Mo Jiu, and he couldn't even think of lying to her again.

"Put me down..." Mo Jiu said hoarsely. He had been held in Han Qingyan's arms, and there was no distance between them.

Whatever the tyrant wished for, Han Qingyan would do the opposite. Hearing this, she hugged him tighter.

She stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, as if to see clearly his inner thoughts: "Your Majesty, are you sleepy? Why not fall asleep in my arms?"

These words were a huge humiliation. Mo Jiu gritted his silver teeth and struggled violently, but it was in vain. He could only gasp and whisper: "You have insulted me like this.

…Isn’t that enough?”

Han Qingyan raised her eyebrows. Could she understand that this was the tyrant begging for mercy?

"When Your Majesty treated others like this, did you ever think that they also wanted you to stop here and let them live? But did you do so?"

Mo Jiu's eyes turned cold, and there was a trace of resentment.

Sure enough, he was trying to win her sympathy again.

"Your Majesty is so flexible and flexible, why not..." Han Qingyan sneered, "Just sleep like this, like a baby, and be a good baby."

Comparing the emperor to a baby waiting to be fed, Mo Jiu was so angry that a trace of blush appeared on his face. His hateful eyes wanted to tear Han Qingyan's skin and bones apart, but he knew that he could not be her opponent. After a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

His eyes finally accepted his fate.

He seemed to be too tired, even though he had rested for so long not long ago, he quickly fell asleep again now.

Even so, his frown did not relax at all, because being held in Han Qingyan's arms, his body could neither stretch nor curl up, which was the most uncomfortable posture.

At this moment, Han Qingyan noticed that the thread connecting her and Mo Jiu had become more solid.

She was extremely confused, what was going on?

It was night now, and no one would disturb her. She had enough time to think.

For a long time, Han Qingyan murmured to herself: "Could it be that my future has anything to do with him?"

This is an extremely special situation, that is, after two people meet, even if they just pass by each other, there will be no pity at that time, or even for a long time afterwards, and a thread will appear between them.

That means that in the future, they will definitely have some kind of relationship, whether they are friends, confidants, or lovers...

But Han Qingyan thought about it and couldn't imagine what kind of relationship she would have with this tyrant.

enemy?

No, there will be no threads between enemies.

That can only be the relationship between friends...

Han Qingyan lowered her head and stared deeply at Mo Jiu, whose eyes were closed. Such a thread made her want to explore everything about his past even more.

Things in the future will be known in the future, but she can only find a way to spy on the past.

"Well..."

Suddenly, a tiny gap opened between Mo Jiu's lips, and he let out a faint moan. Han Qingyan captured the discomfort and pain inside instantly.

She was startled slightly and stretched out a hand to touch his forehead.

So hot!

Han Qingyan's expression changed. In order to make the tyrant feel uncomfortable, she kept holding him in her arms and did not wrap the bed quilt around him. She was a woman, so there was no problem, but as a man, he was naked.

Being naked, plus it was night again, I suddenly caught a cold.

She realized belatedly that the temperature between Mo Jiu's back and the crook of her legs where her arm came into contact was so hot. It was lower than the temperature on her forehead, but higher than the normal temperature of the human body.

too much.

He can't die now.

Han Qingyan pursed her lips and quickly put Mo Jiu under the bed quilt to cover her. She got up and planned to look for the imperial doctor. Then she realized that she had not started to take control of the palace, so how could she find a doctor?

But although she has the ability to predict the future, she has no attainments in medicine. If Mo Jiu's high fever is allowed to persist, he is likely to die like this.

Thinking of this, Han Qingyan still opened the door and stepped out of the palace.

She miscalculated and should have allowed Pei Feng to send someone to take direct control of the entire palace.

It should be too late now.

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Mo Jiu, who was lying on the bed and whispering weakly, opened her eyes, and there was darkness in her black eyes.

'Host, are you okay?! Wuwuwu...' The system endured for a long time. In order to avoid disturbing Mo Jiu's state, he kept silent until now and finally cried.

The host is so miserable, this Han Qingyan is simply inhuman!

The darkness in Mo Jiu's eyes dissipated, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.

'What can I do?'

'But I think you are really miserable...even if you were treated like that by Han Qingyan, even the two jailers...screamed like that just now...' The system was crying out of breath.

'It doesn't matter how she tortures or retaliates against me, because she will pay it back when the time comes.'

'Huh?!' The system opened its hazy tearful eyes, 'Host, can you still clear your name...'

In such a world, and even more so in such a situation, it feels that it is impossible for the host to clear his name.

Otherwise, the Lord God will not be at ease and not issue any tasks.

'The chance of being cleared is very slim, but it is not impossible. And as long as it is cleared...' Mo Jiu sneered a few times. He could even forgive Li Muchian, but Han Qingyan, he wanted to make her live in peace for the rest of her life!