The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 342

Tick, tick...

Blood dripped on Han Qingyan's face, and in his eyes, the bloody liquid gave the eyeballs a strong stimulation, and a bright blood color bloomed in front of his eyes.

She blinked subconsciously and was completely blind. As a result, her other senses became very keen, and the blood dripping on her face became clearer.

After being stunned for a long time, Han Qingyan spoke out words from her mouth, her tone was low, but there was a hint of trembling: "Come here...come here quickly, bring Lin Muxin over here!"

Bang!

Upon hearing this, the confidants immediately pushed the door open and saw the male emperor lying in the arms of the imperial master, her face covered with blood.

"Sir, are you okay..."

"I told you, go find a doctor quickly!" Han Qingyan growled.

The two cronies trembled and hurried to find Lin Muxin.

After this roar, Han Qingyan finally woke up. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her eyes, hugged Mo Jiu and stood up quickly, and went to check his injuries. She was stunned for a moment, and Mo Jiu's face looked a little bit because of the severe pain.

Twisted, but there was a hint of smile between his eyebrows, as if the self-judgment was completed and he was completely freed.

Han Qingyan's heart felt as if she had been hit hard, but she didn't want to think too much. She opened Mo Jiu's mouth forcefully to prevent the blood from flowing back into her throat.

Sensing that the Imperial Master was in a irritable state, the two cronies acted swiftly. In just a moment, Lin Muxin was brought over.

"Get out of the way and let me take a look." Lin Muxin squatted down and reached out to pinch Mo Jiu's cheek, "Bite your tongue? It's not broken? Then there's no problem."

She took out a packet of medicinal powder from her arms and sprinkled it into Mo Jiu's mouth. The blood flowing out along with the saliva stopped immediately.

The two cronies were stunned. Although the injury was not fatal, it was still serious, but Lin Muxin healed it easily.

Han Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Thank you, Divine Doctor Lin."

Lin Muxin turned a deaf ear and raised Mo Jiu's head to make him look at her, but felt that his eyes were elsewhere.

"He has closed his heart?" Lin Muxin looked at Han Qingyan.

Han Qingyan shook her head and expressed her guess.

"New consciousness? In my opinion, it's more like a new personality." Lin Muxin corrected, then frowned slightly, "But why did he split such a personality and harm himself? Did he commit any crime?

"

Han Qingyan immediately clenched her hands and looked painful: "No, he didn't make any mistakes. I forced these charges on him."

"Are you sick?" Lin Muxin frowned.

Since the other party was not at fault, why should we forcefully impose a crime on him and make him look like this?

The expressions of the two cronies changed and they tried to stop Lin Muxin. They dared to speak to the Imperial Master like this. It was really disrespectful!

Han Qingyan whispered, "Yes, it's my fault..."

She did not deny it, because this was a fact she had done with her own hands, and it was impossible to escape.

She even hoped that Lin Muxin could scold him more harshly, so that she could remember more of the actions she had taken to harm His Majesty.

Lin Muxin stared at Mo Jiu: "He doesn't seem to be able to see me or anyone here. Is this a world created by this personality and only him?"

"What can we do to get His Majesty back to normal?" Han Qingyan asked.

She didn't dare to let Mo Jiu stay in this state forever, because he had regarded his own life in this world as a crime. If he found out that this world was real, would he really commit suicide decisively?

This was just a possibility, but Han Qingyan didn't dare to bet, and she couldn't do it anymore. After tying His Majesty, she could only hope that Lin Muxin would make him return to normal, even if it was His Majesty who hated her.

Lin Muxin did not answer Han Qingyan, but lowered her head in deep thought and began to think of a solution.

At this moment, a figure hurriedly entered the palace.

Han Qingyan turned around to look, and the next moment, a fist fell heavily on her face.

Ye Rumeng grabbed Han Qingyan's collar angrily: "You beast, what have you done to His Majesty again?!"

Seeing that it was her, Han Qingyan's sudden anger and shock dissipated, and she whispered: "Your Majesty is fine..."

"It's okay? But His Majesty is injured again! Is this what you said about taking good care of His Majesty?" Ye Rumeng's chest rose and fell violently. He stared at her coldly for a long time, and finally let go of Han Qing.

Yan.

"Your Majesty!" Ye Rumeng rushed towards Mo Jiu. Regardless of whether he still hated her, she gently held his face with both hands and looked at his lips stained red with blood. Her eyes were full of distress and self-blame.

, "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

Han Qingyan staggered back a few steps, only to stand still with the help of two close aides.

Only then did she remember that there were other people here, so she turned around and said, "You guys get out."

Then, she wanted to tell Ye Rumeng that His Majesty was now immersed in his own fantasy and no one could see him.

He watched Mo Jiu raise his head and looked at Ye Rumeng in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Your Majesty can actually see Ye Rumeng!

Han Qingyan's breath froze. Is Ye Rumeng so important in His Majesty's heart? Even after death, he is willing to let her stay with him.

Ye Rumeng was stunned. She didn't understand what state His Majesty was in now. She only knew that His Majesty knew her again. The rich surprise made her smile, but her eyes were red: "Your Majesty..."

The corners of Mo Jiu's mouth moved slightly, as if she wanted to smile, and then her eyes suddenly turned cold: "Why are you following me down here? Didn't I tell you that I want you to live a good life with my share!"

Ye Rumeng looked at Mo Jiu steadily and finally understood the current situation. The panic caused by his scolding also disappeared, and her words were as gentle as the wind: "Wherever your majesty goes, this slave will go."

Mo Jiu gritted his teeth and stared at her fiercely, then sighed softly: "Forget it."

He couldn't help but smile. The people closest to him were still by his side after death. There was nothing happier than this.

At least in his eyes, this is the happiest thing.

Mo Jiu felt something and her eyes focused on a certain place.

Ye Rumeng followed her gaze and realized that His Majesty was looking at her hand touching his cheek. She was so frightened that she quickly let go: "This slave has offended me!"

Snap.

But when she pulled her hand back, Mo Jiu reached out and grabbed her.

"What are you afraid of?" Mo Jiu said calmly, "I am no longer the emperor, and you are no longer a eunuch. This kind of thing is not considered a transgression."

Ye Rumeng was surprised and happy, but most of all she was flattered: "Your Majesty will always be a slave."

Mo Jiu frowned suddenly: "Then I order you as His Majesty the Emperor. You are no longer allowed to call yourself a slave, and you are no longer allowed to call me me!"

"Yes, Your Majesty..." Ye Rumeng paused. She had been calling "Your Majesty" for so long, and now she was ordered not to call him "Your Majesty" again. She couldn't find a new title for a while.

Mo Jiu's eyes softened: "Just call me by my name."

A few drops of sweat appeared on Ye Rumeng's forehead: "Su He..."

"Yeah." Mo Jiu responded gently.