The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 304 On the Dragon Throne

In the main hall, on the dragon throne, the male emperor who everyone needs to look up to is pressed under him...

Han Qingyan didn't need to imagine, just looking at Mo Jiu's face at this moment, she knew what kind of expression he would have in that incident, and it might even be more fascinating than now.

This kind of temptation is difficult for anyone to resist.

Naturally, Han Qingyan cannot be an exception. She is the only person who has ever had Mo Jiu's body. Because of this, she knows how wonderful the taste of a male emperor is, which makes it even more difficult to restrain herself.

Pei Feng signaled the group of attendants and eunuchs to leave, then turned and left himself, so as not to disturb the interest of his close friends.

Of course she didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior. For Mo Jiu, it was humiliation and punishment, but for Han Qingyan, it was enjoyment.

Or to put it in layman's terms, if Mo Jiu is Qing Lou Tou Pai, Han Qingyan is his guest. As long as she doesn't fall in love with him, there won't be any problem.

But this is even more impossible. Pei Feng has not considered this possibility for a second.

The entire hall suddenly became empty and silent.

No, that person was sitting slumped on the dragon chair, weak moans leaking out from the gap between his lips, his face turned pink, and his eyes were watery.

Han Qingyan walked towards the dragon chair step by step, as if she was getting closer to the throne that everyone coveted, but her eyes did not fall on the dragon chair for a moment, and she kept staring at Mo Jiu's face.

It was only when she was close that she caught the tiny words from his weak moans: "No... no... I am the emperor... I can't..."

Even at this moment, he has not been completely dazzled by the desire to bathe, and he still has the last trace of clarity and reason. And that may be brought to him by his status as emperor, or it may have nothing to do with his status. This is his unique arrogance and

dignity.

Han Qingyan lowered her eyes slightly and was stunned when she caught a glimpse of Mo Jiu's hands, because the palms of his hands were dripping with blood, and there were blood beads hanging on his fingertips and on the dragon chair.

In order to prevent himself from losing his composure, he actually mutilated himself.

This was Mo Jiu's choice in a desperate situation, biting his tongue to kill himself, mutilating himself to wake up... He was cruel to others, and showed no mercy to himself.

Han Qingyan was silent for a while.

For a long time, she stretched out her hands towards Mo Jiu, intending to pick him up.

Since this tyrant would rather harm himself than lose his composure, she might as well take him back to the palace.

She suddenly didn't want to do anything to Mo Jiu in the hall, even though it would be very exciting, but it related to his self-esteem and pride, which was something he had been trying to protect.

After returning to the palace, she wiped away the desire for him again.

Han Qingyan hugged Mo Jiu, but he seemed to feel the woman's breath, and her whole body was wrapped around her, along with her hot lips.

This kiss seemed to contain the warmth that Mo Jiu had accumulated all night long. A breath of hot breath entered Han Qingyan's mouth, and her body became hot.

Han Qingyan's expression changed. She deliberately endured it and restrained herself from doing anything to Mo Jiu, but he seemed to have completely lost his last bit of reason and wisdom, and the situation was somewhat out of her control.

"Calm down...somewhat..." Han Qingyan said hoarsely, but Mo Jiu had already entangled him like an octopus and couldn't get rid of it.

In the end, the superior male emperor experienced an almost crazy catharsis on the dragon throne.

…

Han Qingyan looked at the scene in front of her and raised her hand to cover her forehead.

This dragon chair can no longer accommodate anyone, and there are traces left by her and Mo Jiu everywhere. The 'dragon saliva' and filth are all over the place, showing what kind of madness this place has experienced before.

She looked at the male emperor, her eyes were half-opened, with a blurry look in her eyes, she had already lost her concentration, but her eyebrows exuded a sense of contentment, quite a bit laziness and satisfaction after having had a good meal.

Even though she had just left him, seeing the tyrant's naked posture, Han Qingyan's breath quickened again and she quickly looked away.

It's not because she lacks willpower, but because of Mo Jiu's deliberate temptation, I'm afraid it would be difficult for any woman to control him.

To say that she didn't enjoy it would be a lie. Mo Jiu had accumulated too much desire. When it was all vented, her beauty and charm were probably unmatched by any man who practiced magic.

She had experiences that are unimaginable to ordinary people in the world.

But this was completely contrary to her original intention. Han Qingyan couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was feeling now. There was actually a trace of regret among her satisfaction. It wasn't that she regretted that she shouldn't have done this, but that she shouldn't be here...

…

Han Qingyan shook her head, picked up the dragon robe on the ground, covered Mo Jiu, picked him up and planned to leave the hall.

Let the servants take care of the dragon chair.

At this moment, Mo Jiu felt something keenly and slowly opened her eyes.

Han Qingyan looked down and met a pair of black eyes full of hatred.

"Are you...satisfied..." Mo Jiu said hoarsely, her voice completely damaged by the madness just now.

Han Qingyan was stunned for a moment and realized that Mo Jiu was talking about her behavior of giving him... on the dragon chair.

His emotion towards her was undoubtedly hatred, but in addition, his words also contained a hint of vulnerability and pain, as if he was saying, 'Do I have to destroy all my remaining dignity to be satisfied?'

Han Qingyan had experienced too many emotions like Mo Jiu's in the past, but she didn't know why, but this time she felt extremely irritable.

"I originally didn't want to do this with you here, but you took the initiative to bother me." Han Qingyan stopped even calling her 'Your Majesty', as if she wanted to explain this matter clearly to Mo Jiu.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu laughed out loud, the laughter was broken and hoarse: "Yes, it's me... I, it's me who is shameless and seduces the imperial master... It's also me who had a plan in advance. I took the medicine in advance and let Yu

The fire broke out at this time, forcing the national master to sacrifice his life to save me..."

Han Qingyan's face instantly darkened and became extremely ugly.

Mo Jiu's taunting made her feel even more angry, but she had no room to refute.

Because the cause of this incident was that she drugged Mo Jiu. Although the real purpose was to force him to agree to issue the imperial edict, now it seems more like she deliberately planned it to humiliate him on the dragon throne.

If he tried to explain it now, it would be so hypocritical that Mo Jiu would never believe it.

Looking at the tyrant's expression again, the hatred in his eyes was gone and dim, and the last trace of arrogance was completely destroyed at this moment.

As an emperor, he was treated like this on the Dragon Throne, which represents the supremacy. Telling it is a peach and sex secret that will be infamy for thousands of years.

Han Qingyan slowly clenched her hands into fists, regretting why she didn't restrain herself.

Then she suddenly came back to her senses, her face suddenly turned cold.

Why should she feel sorry for this tyrant? Whether he is desperate or not has nothing to do with her. On the contrary, this is what she wanted to achieve in the first place.