The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 299 Breakfast

After Han Qingyan calmed down, she realized that she really couldn't take action against Mo Jiu now.

Because he was injured continuously, his whole body was much weaker. He hadn't eaten anything yet, so he probably wouldn't be able to withstand such torture anymore.

It wasn't that she really felt sorry for the tyrant, but it was because he was going to court tomorrow, and his weak expression made it difficult for the ministers to see him, and it was hard not to make them doubt what happened to Mo Jiu.

That will most likely lead to some turbulence.

And even if there was only one ten thousandth chance of an accident happening, Han Qingyan had to avoid it.

She has the ability to predict and has fought so many battles without losing a single victory. She is extremely confident and arrogant. Therefore, accidents and things that are not under her control are absolutely not allowed to happen.

Part of the reason why she was so angry about Mo Jiu's self-mutilation was because his actions were an unexpected surprise to her.

Han Qingyan originally planned to let Mo Jiu go to court a little while later, that is, after dawn, but with this in mind, he changed the time to tomorrow.

"Your Majesty, have a good rest." Han Qingyan let go of Mo Jiu, applied medicine to his wrist, stood up and left the palace.

The two cronies guarding the door couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, and looked at each other.

Why do you feel that Military Master Han is holding back a fire?

After Han Qingyan left, Mo Jiu immediately let herself go.

No matter what the situation, it takes too much energy to cry, and you need to put your emotions in order to do it.

But he was exhausted and needed to take a rest.

Lying on the dragon couch for just a while...

Cuckoo!

Mo Jiu turned over and sat up, raising her hands to cover her stomach, her eyebrows furrowed.

‘Host host, what’s wrong with you?’ the system asked.

The host must be really in trouble now, right? Still needs its help!

'Hungry.'

system:'……'

Sorry, it can't do anything about this.

Mo Jiu didn't expect it to really work. He had a stern look on his face, and his dissatisfaction with Han Qingyan increased exponentially.

Since Feng Jiuyou's world, he has never suffered from hunger!

Not only in those worlds, he has more or less cultivation, but he really can't starve, and even if his cultivation is abolished, locked up, and becomes a mere tool to vent his desires, it will still solve other physiological needs.

Yes.

Only in this world, not only did he have no cultivation, Han Qingyan also had no cultivation. She was so 'maverick' that she even forgot to give him food.

If he had caught the existence of luck in her, he would really have thought of ways to conquer the same-sex sons of luck, and would not have played the following stupid games with her here.

'It's best that she makes up for her work tomorrow and gives me some food, otherwise...' Mo Jiu thought about it for a moment. Now that he has a few more mission points, he might be able to redeem some things from the system mall, let Han Qingyan experience it.

It feels like life is worse than death.

Of course, the premise of everything is that she must fall in love with him.

But after conquering so many girls of destiny, Mo Jiu has long since returned to his true nature. Anyone who has tasted his body will never forget it, and this emotion is enough for him to manipulate these women and make them fall step by step.

Shen Yuehan, who is innocent and stoic, is already in trouble. Why is she still worried about Han Qingyan, who has no cultivation level?

But since she has good luck, she can't be so ordinary. She must have some ability and resourcefulness that he hasn't discovered yet? But no evildoer can know everything.

Gugu...

Her stomach rumbled again, and Mo Jiu couldn't think anymore, so she turned sideways and huddled together.

This feeling is somewhat familiar...

As if thinking of something, Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly showed a hint of coldness and hatred, and then she thought of something and showed a nostalgic look.

With her strength, can she still live well even in that kind of world?

The system glanced at Mo Jiu's emotion data and was stunned.

Even when the host is acting and loving someone deeply, his emotions have never been so gentle!

But who is he thinking about? Not Feng Jiuyou, not Luo Qingwan, not even anyone he knows...

The host is carrying it, and there are other women!

‘Woooooooo…’ It discovered that it was no longer the most important small system of its host.

‘Shut up.’ Mo Jiu scolded.

He was hungry and noisy, so I had to kill him.

System covered his mouth and burst into tears: 'Uh-huh...'

Mo Jiu slowly fell asleep with memories and hunger.

…

When the sky was bright, Han Qingyan stepped into the palace and first checked Mo Jiu's injuries. After finding that he was recovering well, she ignored his struggle and resistance and applied medicine again.

"It seems that Your Majesty is very obedient."

Mo Jiu still looked at Han Qingyan coldly, but her eyes were not so sharp after all.

Of course Han Qingyan knew why. Even though half a bowl of gruel was very delicate, it couldn't replenish any energy at all.

"Your Majesty, it's time for breakfast." Han Qingyan said with a chuckle.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came in carrying a huge table, and then many more people came in one after another, each with exquisite food in their hands.

'Now you are happy...'

The system noticed that Mo Jiu's mood swings were very happy.

"Just do it." Mo Jiu said expressionlessly.

Why do you feel that the tone of the system is inexplicably sad?

From this, it can be seen that Han Qingyan has control over the palace, and it does not matter if he makes such a big noise.

When all the food was served, Han Qingyan motioned for all these people to leave, then looked at Mo Jiu with a smile: "Your Majesty, are you satisfied?"

"Do you think I can retrieve things from a distance?" Mo Jiu said coldly, without hesitating the words of ridicule.

He is locked here, extremely far away from the table, how can he eat?

Or was Han Qingyan deliberately torturing him in this way?

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's expression changed.

Han Qingyan saw his expression and knew what the tyrant was thinking. She smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to eat?"

Does she want him to beg her?

Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly turned cold: "You are dreaming!"

Even if he starved to death, he would not beg this traitor.

Having said that, a burst of fragrance wafted over. Mo Jiu didn't want to smell it, but she still caught the fragrance. The hunger in her body was completely aroused, and she started to gurgle again.

"Haha!" Han Qingyan laughed out loud. It was really interesting to see this tyrant wrinkle his nose, swallow his saliva secretly, and even make a sound by himself.

But...this is not her purpose.

She already has something that can threaten Mo Jiu, so why do she need to make the superior male emperor surrender to her because of this matter?

She was thinking about another thing, and she thought about it all night...

"Your Majesty has misunderstood me." Han Qingyan picked up a beautiful piece of pastry that was still steaming, "What I thought at first was to feed Your Majesty myself..."

She put the piece of pastry into her lips before Mo Jiu's eyes, and then walked slowly towards the dragon couch.