The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 307 Can’t Stay

It was already night when Han Qingyan carried the cleaned Mo Jiu back to the dragon bed.

She looked down at his sleeping face, which was calm and peaceful. Her eyebrows were stretched, and she could faintly catch a hint of spring. This was due to her nourishment.

The corners of Han Qingyan's lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were gentle. The tyrant's look was much better than the way he usually looked at her with a cold face, resentment, and hatred. If he could always be so well-behaved, she would probably realize it earlier.

My own feelings for him, right?

Han Qingyan kissed Mo Jiu's slightly red and swollen lips, then pried open his mouth and checked his tongue. After finding that the injury on his tongue was completely healed, she nodded with satisfaction.

The palms and wrists were all restored. Han Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then put the lock and chain on Mo Jiu again, and then left here.

The cronies of Pei Feng she sent out all have high levels of cultivation. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have arrived in Mo City by now.

Mo City has some of Pei Feng's troops, which were specially sent to prevent Mo Jiu from sending others to destroy the place.

Among them, there was a general whom she and Pei Feng both trusted. She was relieved to ask this man to investigate King Zhou.

But for some reason, Han Qingyan felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Is it that the result of the investigation will not be what she hopes, or will something happen in Mocheng?

Han Qingyan looked up at the bright moon and murmured to herself: "I hope everything goes well..."

…

The longing she had accumulated was given vent. Although Han Qingyan came to see Mo Jiu every day recently, she never held him down and tormented him for a long time like that day. Most of the time, she looked at him deeply, not caring about anything.

Don't do it.

Because she was very depressed inside, as if something big had happened, but she didn't know the news. She could only find peace by looking at Mo Jiu.

Unexpectedly, the tyrant she once hated and disliked would now become her drug.

Mo Jiu couldn't figure out Han Qingyan's thoughts. Just being stared at by her like this made him feel a little uncomfortable all over his body. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly: "Don't keep staring at me."

Han Qingyan smiled softly and said calmly: "Does your Majesty not like that I keep staring at you like this?"

Of course, Mo Jiu wanted to kill her, so how could he like her gaze?

"In that case, then I will do something to please His Majesty."

Han Qingyan was about to come over, but Mo Jiu's expression immediately changed: "How dare you! You, you should just look at me..."

Compared to being touched by her, staring was much better.

"Your Majesty, it's too late..." Han Qingyan likes to see Mo Jiu want to get angry, and then think of the way she has to threaten him, so she has no choice but to soften her mood. The kind of joy that affects the male emperor is something that most people can't even imagine.

Not available.

Mo Jiu couldn't escape, so she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. The expression on her face was full of disgust and surrender, but there was a secret excitement in her heart...

Suddenly, a call came from outside the palace: "Qingyan!"

Han Qingyan stopped her movements instantly and turned her head to look.

Except for Pei Feng, it is impossible for anyone else to come here.

Moreover, she also captured the tone of deeply suppressed anger from Pei Feng's words. She knew her best, but few things could bring her close to the point where she would explode almost all the time.

Han Qingyan let go of Mo Jiu, and he opened his eyes, with a trace of doubt and faint loss flashing in his eyes...

Han Qingyan glanced at him and chuckled: "Your Majesty, are you disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Mo Jiu immediately stared at her with resentment, and seemed to feel that his reaction was too great. He tried to restrain some emotions, but his expression was already caught by Han Qingyan.

He slowly concentrated again and looked carefully at the thread between her and him. Compared to the beginning, it was much more solidified.

So, not only her, but the tyrant also has some feelings for her, right?

This was an unexpected surprise, and Han Qingyan could hardly hold back her smile, but thinking that Pei Feng might have something important to tell her, she restrained her joy and opened the door and walked out.

Then I saw Pei Feng standing in the distance, his face gloomy, as if a dark cloud was covering him, and he exuded a cold aura.

Seeing this, Han Qingyan was shocked: "What's wrong?"

It seemed that the matter was more serious than she imagined, and her remaining joy dissipated.

Pei Feng's emotions were obviously not directed at Han Qingyan. When he saw her arrival, his expression softened and he motioned for her to hurry over.

When Han Qingyan got closer, she opened her lips and wanted to say something, but she trembled before saying: "Wang Feng... is dead."

Han Qingyan was shocked by the news and remained silent for a long time.

Wang Feng was the general she and Pei Feng trusted most, and he was also the one she sent her cronies to ask her to investigate King Zhou.

As a result... he died like this?

This was as sudden as Mo Jiu's sudden death, and people couldn't believe it was true.

"How is it possible? Although her strength is not as good as yours, but..." Han Qingyan hesitated, and it was difficult for her to remain calm for a moment.

She took a deep breath and heard Pei Feng say again: "Almost all the others...are also dead..."

"What?!" Han Qingyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she finally understood the source of her uneasiness during this period.

Almost everyone, including Wang Feng, died...

There were dozens of people. On the battlefield, they were all warriors who could compete with a hundred. Even if they didn't wear armor, they were not something ordinary people could defeat. Pei Feng could not defeat them even if they were one against many. He could only defeat them one by one.

There is only a glimmer of possibility.

But who has the ability to kill one person after another silently...

A face suddenly appeared in Han Qingyan's mind, and Pei Feng's words containing strong murderous intent also came out, word for word: "That eunuch next to the tyrant...that bastard!"

Ye Rumeng! Only she has this strength.

Pei Feng's eyes were bloodshot and glowing with terrifying blood red, and he wanted to tear Ye Rumeng into pieces.

"That tyrant... must have given the order." Pei Feng clenched his hands tightly, almost crushing his fists, and then strode towards the palace, "I want to kill this tyrant and leave his body

Hanged on the tower for seven days and seven nights!"

Only in this way can their spirits in heaven be sacrificed.

Suddenly, Han Qingyan stretched out her hand to stop her.

Pei Feng stopped and slowly turned around, his blood-stained eyes filled with anger, scrutiny and questioning.

Obviously, Han Qingyan's action to stop her at this moment was extremely abnormal, and it was equated with a guess in her mind.

Han Qingyan also realized this. She was equally angry and in pain, but for some reason, when Pei Feng wanted to kill Mo Jiu, her body moved first.

She was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Leave him to me, and I will make him... die in pain."