The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 301 Never give in

When Han Qingyan said this sentence, her face was indifferent, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

But Mo Jiu's suddenly alert eyes proved that this was not simple.

"What imperial edict?" Mo Jiu regained her original energy. Although her hands and feet were still cuffed, her long hair had become soft and clean during the previous cleaning. Her majesty as an emperor seemed to have returned.

Han Qingyan said slowly: "I want your Majesty to make me the national advisor and Pei Feng the king."

Hearing this, Mo Jiu suddenly had an angry look on his face, and even laughed in anger.

National Preceptor, County Prince?

The title of county king is too much, but after all, it is not that we have never been crowned kings in the past, and the number is not small. But what about the national preceptors? There are very few. Those people have all made great contributions to the country, and they are even more favored by the empress.

A person everyone respects.

And Han Qingyan, a traitor who has committed several crimes, how can she be so virtuous and capable?

Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan and uttered two words coldly: "Don't even think about it!"

Han Qingyan had already anticipated Mo Jiu's reaction.

Originally, she had already thought of a plan for Mo Jiu to adapt step by step and gradually accept her request.

But after feeding Mo Jiu breakfast in the morning, she suddenly felt that it was too slow.

Since this tyrant looked as if he was dead in the morning, it means that he has no ability to resist in the face of his own threat, and has lost the idea of ​​resisting.

In this case, why doesn't she directly achieve her goal?

If he accepts it, he has to accept it, if he doesn't accept it... he still has to accept it.

Han Qingyan said calmly: "Your Majesty may have misunderstood something. The National Advisor I want is just a simple title. It does not require any real power. As long as Your Majesty says a few words like this when he comes to court, 'Han Military Advisor'"

Stargazing at night...'"

Mo Jiu listened silently, and when he heard the words behind him, he couldn't help but have murderous intent in his eyes.

Han Qingyan doesn't want real power, she clearly wants everything!

The meaning of the national master here is a monster with the ability to predict the future and know the world.

It is conceivable that if he really conferred the title of National Preceptor on her, even if she deceived her, showed some "miracles", then more and more people would really believe that she was invincible.

Nothing is known, nothing is impossible.

At that time, what is the difference between this and directly replacing him? It may even be superior to him!

"Wishful thinking!" Mo Jiu said four cold words again, which also contained strong murderous intent.

Han Qingyan looked at him calmly and suddenly laughed softly: "Your Majesty taught me a good word."

"Then I will learn and apply it now, and I will let Your Majesty know what it means: Even if a person wants to die, it is all wishful thinking..."

She slowly walked to a luxurious table, inserted an incense stick into the incense burner, and then lit it. A wisp of misty green smoke slowly came out, and after a while, the entire palace was filled with fragrance.

Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan, already prepared to never give in no matter what she did to him.

But after one stick of incense, he realized something was wrong.

An inexplicable fire came from deep inside his heart, making him feel a little irritable, no different from when he was angry.

But he knew that this was not anger. He was most familiar with this feeling...

Is this what that incense is for?

Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan, but found her standing there with a calm face, as if she was not affected by anything.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, biting his lower lip with his teeth.

He already understood the method Han Qingyan planned to use to make him surrender, but there was no way he would agree.

After a while.

"What did you do to me..." Mo Jiu's voice was extremely hoarse, her phoenix eyes were brewing with thick mist, and her face was flushed, as if she had just taken a bath.

Han Qingyan's expression did not change at all, but when she looked at the male emperor like this, her eyes changed, but Mo Jiu couldn't notice: "I mixed something into the food your Majesty ate..."

Mo Jiu looked at her resentfully, which is why he was gradually burned to death, but Han Qingyan didn't react at all.

"Despicable..." Mo Jiu said hoarsely, squeezing these words out from between his teeth, "Such a dark person... also tries to become the national advisor of a country..."

"That is better than His Majesty's debauchery and ignorance of state affairs." Han Qingyan responded with a smile.

"Okay, Your Majesty, please shut up. It must be very uncomfortable to endure the discomfort and force yourself to speak, right?"

"But as long as Your Majesty agrees to this small request, I will satisfy Your Majesty, how about it?"

Dangdang!

There was a sound of chains, and the tyrant suddenly stood up from the dragon couch, showing off his slender body to the fullest. With his watery brows and tightly bound posture at the moment, he exuded a temptation that he could not even imagine.

arrive.

But he didn't know it and refused to give in. He looked down at Han Qingyan from a high position. Even though he was in this situation, he still regained the majesty of the emperor through this method.

"I...can't possibly beg you..." Mo Jiu said every word.

This is not the first time he has encountered this kind of method, but he has failed before. In the end, he cried for mercy and waggled his tail to beg for mercy, just like a dog... Only this time, facing this rebel, even if he risked his life

, and will never surrender again...

Han Qingyan's brows furrowed sharply, and then she said, "As expected of your Majesty, I'm waiting for you."

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Early the next morning, Han Qingyan met Pei Feng, who had come to the palace to receive the reward.

"Didn't you say that you have to do it step by step before you can finally get this tyrant to agree to your request?" Pei Feng was a little surprised. She believed that Han Qingyan would succeed, but she didn't expect that it would be so fast.

Han Qingyan's mind was filled with images of the tyrant last night, with his face red and eyes dim with tears, crying and shouting, begging her to satisfy him, and she was in a daze there without answering.

Pei Feng: "Qingyan?"

"Oh." Han Qingyan came back to her senses, "It's nothing. I caught this tyrant's hand, so he naturally has to obey."

"What's the handle?" Pei Feng became more and more confused. This tyrant is not even afraid of death, so will there be any flaws?

Han Qingyan's heart moved slightly. She was a little reluctant to tell Pei Feng this, so she quietly changed the subject: "It's time to go to court. You go first, and he and I will arrive soon."

Pei Feng didn't particularly care about Mo Jiu's weakness and said with a smile: "Then I'll congratulate Master Han in advance."

Han Qingyan couldn't help but smile: "Thank you so much, Prince."

After Pei Feng left far away, she returned to the palace and saw Mo Jiu, neatly dressed, sitting on the edge of the dragon couch. He looked very majestic, but the two traces of blush on his cheeks made him even more majestic.

Most of it was gone, leaving only the beauty.

He is still suffering from torture, but Han Qingyan gave him medicine to temporarily suppress Yu Huo.

As for how to completely erase it... we'll talk about it after going to court.

Han Qingyan walked over slowly, stretched out a hand to Mo Jiu, and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."