The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 294 The two people’s doubts

When Han Qingyan comes back with a doctor, it means that the entire palace is under the control of her and Pei Feng. In addition to not being able to act recklessly in front of the ministers, there is nothing wrong with saying that she is the master of the palace.

question.

The doctor was very calm at first. She had experienced similar things and knew that in this situation, just keep silent and don't look around.

But when she stepped into the bedroom and saw Mo Jiu lying on the bed, cold sweat broke out from her back instantly.

high fever?

It was indeed a high fever, but Mo Jiu's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and his face was pale. How could it be caused by a simple high fever? It was more like he had experienced inhumane abuse...

There are also naked shoulders, which means that the emperor is naked at this moment. The bloody lips also seem to have traces of teeth...

Thinking about the silence along the way, and the fact that Han Qingyan did not have any confidants wearing clothes belonging to the imperial palace... the doctor had already guessed what might have happened, and that he was involved in something.

"What's wrong, doctor?" Han Qingyan was a little confused. When she saw the beads of sweat on the woman's forehead, she understood something and her eyes turned slightly cold.

Han Qingyan said calmly: "Treat it quickly, I believe the doctor knows what to do."

"I know... I understand..." The doctor's voice was trembling. As soon as he reached out to touch Mo Jiu's forehead, Han Qingyan grabbed his wrist.

"What to do?" Han Qingyan said coldly.

"Measure, measure the temperature..." The doctor's body was shaking like chaff.

Han Qingyan was slightly startled. This was indeed a necessary step. She seemed a little too excited.

But for some reason, when she thought of Mo Jiu's body being touched by her, she didn't want anyone else to touch him.

This may be a possessive and lustful thing that all women have?

Han Qingyan frowned, as if she didn't like that she could have the idea of ​​'belonging to herself' towards this tyrant, but in the eyes of the doctor, it was her behavior that made her a little angry.

This was a sign that he was going to lose his head. The doctor quickly changed his words: "Don't measure it, don't measure it! It's okay not to measure it!"

Han Qingyan was just about to tell her to do whatever she had to do. When she heard these words, she simply nodded: "Okay."

The doctor looked at the patient cautiously and said: "Your Majesty just caught a cold, it's nothing serious... I'll just prescribe some medicine and let your Majesty take it."

Han Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, then realized her behavior and frowned again.

Why does she care so much about this tyrant? No, it's just that he can't die and is of great use.

Finding a reason for herself to relax, Han Qingyan took the medicine and said, "Send her away."

A confidant raised his hand and slowly made a motion of wiping his neck.

Seeing this, the doctor could no longer keep calm and knelt down directly: "Sir, sir... have mercy on me, sir!"

Han Qingyan realized that this was her cronies asking her what she really meant, because they were actually Pei Feng's cronies and did not have much tacit understanding with her.

"There is no other intention, just to send her home, she must be in good condition."

Seeing the confidant nodding, Han Qingyan lowered her head and looked at the doctor again: "You will be at home tonight and you are not going anywhere. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." the doctor responded fearfully.

Han Qingyan was satisfied and asked her cronies to take her away. Then she gave Mo Jiu medicine. The medicine was indeed effective. After a while, he sweated a lot and his temperature dropped.

But as a result, Mo Jiu's body became too sticky, and her black hair was all mixed together.

Han Qingyan looked at him intently, but she felt as if something was smeared on his body. Under the light, it even reflected light slightly, making him seem even more attractive.

She shook her head and decided to clean him.

He also sent a few close followers to ask them to fetch water.

At this moment, a burly figure appeared at the door.

"What are you doing here?" Pei Feng asked confused.

Han Qingyan said calmly: "Clean him up a little, it really stinks."

"Why don't you just do it yourself if you just let them clean it?" Pei Feng was still a little surprised. This really didn't look like Han Qingyan's behavior.

There seems to be no reason to explain this. It can't be said that she doesn't want others to touch the tyrant's body? Then not only Pei Feng will think she is crazy, but she herself will think so too.

"How is Xiaolin?" Han Qingyan changed the topic a little stiffly.

Pei Feng didn't think much about it. When he mentioned the young man, his eyes immediately softened. The gentle look made people couldn't believe that this was revealed by a god of war who frightened his enemies: "He's not seriously ill, it's just that he's been away from home during this period of time."

In prison, my spirit has been stimulated too much and I need a period of rest."

"Yeah." Han Qingyan nodded slightly, then her eyes narrowed.

Pei Feng knows Han Qingyan best: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Han Qingyan said slowly. She just took a look at the thread between Pei Feng and the boy and found that the thread between them was still illusory even after such things happened.

In fact, she discovered it a long time ago, but she never said anything. She was worried that it would affect Pei Feng, and she also thought that there might be a turn for the better in the future.

But now it seems that Pei Feng and the boy are not destined to be a couple, and it is very likely that they will part ways due to something in the future.

But seeing the look in Pei Feng's eyes, Han Qingyan was even more embarrassed to speak, lest she hurt her friend's heart.

And Pei Feng is so close to the boy, and the threads are so fragile. What is going on between her and this tyrant?

Han Qingyan was getting more and more puzzled.

Fortunately, Pei Feng did not have any doubts about her behavior and left quickly.

Han Qingyan put Mo Jiu into a huge wooden barrel and washed his body.

When she washed, dried, and was about to carry him back to the dragon bed, Mo Jiu slowly opened her eyes.

Han Qingyan looked at those pupils. Even after experiencing such torture and being extremely weak, they were still a little bright. Could that be the emperor's unique arrogance?

Han Qingyan smiled calmly: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Mo Jiu calmed down for a while and realized that she was being held in Han Qingyan's arms. Her calm eyes were immediately replaced by anger: "Let me go!"

Could it be that she was addicted and had to humiliate him in this way?

"Your Majesty, I am not insulting you. I just cleaned up your precious dragon body." Han Qingyan said with a hint of teasing.

Mo Jiu was slightly startled, but still said angrily: "Then let me down!"

No matter what Han Qingyan's motives were, he couldn't accept this gesture.

As she mocked, she was like a baby waiting to be fed.