The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 303 The appearance of the male emperor

With a casual glance from the corner of her eye, Han Qingyan caught the expressions of some ministers. They were a little stunned and lost in thought, and they actually stared at them!

This is unprecedented, because Mo Jiu is the only male emperor in history, and he is so young and beautiful. If he were not too cruel, I don't know how many women would want to be his harem.

But at this moment, he was exuding the true charm of a man, how could these ministers be able to resist him?

Seeing their expressions like this, Han Qingyan felt angry and felt that something that only belonged to her was being coveted by others.

Then, she was stunned. Why did she have such an idea?

No, this shouldn't be...

Pei Feng suddenly turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes conveying the question "What's wrong with you?"

Han Qingyan panicked, then calmed down and signaled that she was fine.

On the dragon chair, Mo Jiu thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that there was nothing he could do against Han Qingyan and the others. There was a trace of despair and vulnerability in his eyes. Thinking that he was in court now, and that he was in front of all the ministers, his expression immediately changed.

He was dignified and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing standing still?"

The ministers were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that Mo Jiu actually asked them to do something. Could it be that this tyrant actually wanted to deal with political affairs?

But the emperor's heart is difficult to fathom, especially the tyrant's. These ministers didn't know what Mo Jiu meant, so they had to report it honestly.

But Mo Jiu just listened and had no intention of dealing with it. It was more like going through the motions.

The system couldn't help but said: 'Host, what are you doing?'

Mo Jiu's careless expression was almost tense: "Of course, let these people also appreciate the appearance of the only male emperor in history. If Han Qingyan is not stimulated a little, she doesn't know how long it will take for her to realize that she is right."

My feelings.'

‘Ah? Has she already fallen in love with you?’ The system was confused.

When? How did you fall in love? Why didn't it notice even a trace of it?

"It's far from the level of love." Mo Jiu looked down at the ministers below coldly, "At best, it's just like it, but as long as she doesn't realize it, it means that this like doesn't exist, or if she realizes it, it doesn't exist at all.

Don't want to admit it.'

After all, their relationship couldn't be clearer. They were enemies from the moment Han Qingyan and Pei Feng planned to rebel.

From his point of view, it is impossible for him to fall in love with Han Qingyan, and he would not even have a good impression of her. This should be the same from Han Qingyan's point of view.

But feelings are the most elusive. Sometimes even races can be crossed, so what about hatred?

The most important point is that there is no irresolvable hatred between him and Han Qingyan. The young man he almost killed is extremely important to Pei Feng, and to her, he is just someone whom his best friend likes.

We do not rule out the possibility that she really serves the country and the people and has the world at heart, but at least he did not directly order the massacre of civilians. Although civilians died, is he the only tyrant and coward from ancient times to the present?

Therefore, it is not surprising that Han Qingyan would have feelings for him. Is it possible that she doesn't want to give anything to gain his body?

As long as he makes her realize this, the torture she has endured during this time will not be in vain.

Oh, the substitution was too deep. What Han Qingyan did was not even torture to him.

Mo Jiu's blurry eyes glanced at Han Qingyan quietly, and found that she seemed to be holding back, restraining something, and sneered in her heart.

It was she who made him be insulted by the jailer, it was she who drugged him, and it was she who didn't want him to be seen like this now.

It seems that if she doesn't stimulate it properly, she will continue to ignore this feeling.

The effect of the medicine seemed to have completely dissipated, and the restlessness deep in the body became more intense. Mo Jiu felt that his consciousness had become blurred again, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

His face was extremely red.

"His Majesty……"

Hearing this call, Mo Jiu suddenly woke up and thought that she was still in court!

How could he show such a posture in front of so many people?

No, you can't...

Mo Jiu gritted her teeth and suddenly slapped the dragon chair: "That's enough!"

The minister who was reporting suddenly shook his body and turned pale, thinking that he had angered the male emperor.

Mo Jiu shouted like this and lost his energy for a moment. He slowly clenched his hands into fists and pierced his fingertips into his palms. He regained consciousness through the pain.

"Read the imperial edict..." His voice was hoarse, and when heard by everyone, some ministers couldn't help but blush.

He obviously couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't even complete the process, so he had to let the eunuch played by Pei Feng's cronies read out the imperial edict.

The content inside was prepared by Han Qingyan, and it was naturally accurate. He named Pei Feng the king and Han Qingyan the national advisor. In addition, the privileges, gold, and cloth were incalculable.

Han Qingyan and Pei Feng accepted the order. The former had a flattered look on his face, but there was no joy in his heart.

She looked at the tyrant being tortured by Yuwang, in great pain, and even more so when so many people looked at him, and there was a trace of regret in her anger.

She shouldn't have drugged him yesterday...

Or when he begged her in the early morning, she should satisfy him directly.

After the imperial edict was read out, Mo Jiuqiang held on to the last bit of will: "Retreat from the court..."

These people used to walk faster than anyone else when the time came, but now they stopped where they were, unwilling to move.

Because they saw Mo Jiu's face in their eyes, they were filled with surprise and their desire was hard to restrain.

The male emperor who stands out among the tens of thousands of people shows such a charming attitude that it almost breeds the desire to do something wrong in his heart.

At the same time, they were also shocked and wondered whether Han Qingyan and Pei Feng had done something to Mo Jiu.

Otherwise, all of this would be difficult to explain.

Pei Feng secretly thought that it was not good. Han Qingyan's torture of this tyrant made her happy, but now it seems that something is about to be exposed.

Thinking of this, she exuded her own cultivation, and the ministers suddenly felt a terrifying pressure, and hurriedly left the hall, as if one step at night would lead to their death here.

At the end, only the attendants, eunuchs, Pei Feng and Han Qingyan were left here.

"ah……"

Mo Jiu couldn't bear it any longer, so she let out a sweet moan from the gap between her lips, and slumped down on the dragon chair, almost turning into a puddle of water.

Pei Feng looked at this scene, and even her heart couldn't help but feel a little turbulent. She didn't dare to look at this tyrant one more time and planned to leave.

But when he saw Han Qingyan walking towards the dragon chair, Pei Feng had a look of surprise in his eyes, and he understood something.

Han Qingyan seemed to have done something to Mo Jiu...but she was not too shocked, instead she laughed out loud.

What else could be more humiliating than being placed on the wall of a traitor in his eyes?

Pei Feng: "Why don't you leave this tyrant here..."

Han Qingyan pursed her lips, and it looked like Mo Jiu couldn't hold on any longer.