Chapter 301 Never surrender

When he said this, Han Qingyan looked calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary little thing.

But Mo Jiu's sudden vigilant eyes proved that this was not simple.

"What imperial edict?" Mo Jiu regained his initial spirit. Although his hands and feet were still being cobbled, his long hair had become soft and clean when he was washed before, and his majesty as an emperor seemed to have returned.

Han Qingyan said slowly: "I want Your Majesty to confer me as the national teacher and Pei Feng as the king."

Hearing this, Mo Jiu suddenly looked angry and even laughed in anger.

National teacher, county prince?

The prince is already too much, but after all, it has not been named kings in the past, and the number is not small. But what about the national teacher? It is very few. All of those people have made great contributions to the country and are even more respected by the empress.

And Han Qingyan, a rebel who is inferior to the superior, what can she do?

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

Han Qingyan had long expected Mo Jiu's reaction.

She had already thought of a plan to let Mo Jiuxun adapt step by step and gradually accept her request.

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

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

In this case, why didn't she achieve her goals directly?

He accepts it, but does not accept it... he still needs to accept it.

Han Qingyan said calmly: "Your Majesty probably misunderstood something. The national teacher I want is just a simple title and does not require any real power. As long as your Majesty says a few words when he is in court, "Mr. Han is watching the astrological signs at night..."

Mo Jiu listened silently, and couldn't help but grow murderous intent in his eyes behind him.

Han Qingyan doesn’t want real power, it’s clear that everything is wanted!

The meaning of the national teacher here has become a monster who has the ability to predict the future and knows the world.

It is conceivable that if he really gave her the title of national teacher, even if she deceived her or had some means, she would show some "miracles", then more and more people would really believe that she knew everything and could do anything.

At that time, what is the difference between this and directly replacing him? He will even be above him!

"Idiotic!" Mo Jiu said four cold words, which also contain a strong murderous intent.

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

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

She slowly walked to a luxurious table, inserted a incense into the incense burner, and then lit it. A wisp of misty blue smoke slowly came out. In a short while, the whole bedroom was filled with fragrance.

Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan, and had already made the idea of ​​never surrendering no matter what she did to herself.

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

A trace of inexplicable fire came from deep inside, making him feel a little irritated, no difference from being angry.

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

Is this what the fragrance is used for?

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

His open mouth closed again, and he even bit his lower lip with his teeth.

He already understood what Han Qingyan planned to use to make him surrender, but he would never agree.

After a while.

"What did you do to me..." Mo Jiu's voice was extremely hoarse, and his phoenix eyes also brewed a rich mist, and his face was flushed, as if he had just taken a shower.

Han Qingyan's expression did not change at all, but when she looked at such a male emperor, her eyes changed. But Mo Jiu didn't notice: "I have mixed some things into the food his Majesty eat..."

Mo Jiu looked at her resentfully, which was why he gradually became burned to death, but Han Qingyan did not react at all.

"Despicable..." Mo Jiu riled, squeezed out these words from his teeth, "Such a dark person... also attempted to become the national teacher of a country..."

"That's better than Your Majesty's debauchery and ignoring state affairs." Han Qingyan responded with a faint smile.

"Okay, your Majesty shut up. It must be very uncomfortable to endure the discomfort and speak forcibly, right?"

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

Dangdang!

The chains sounded, and the tyrant suddenly stood up from the dragon couch and showed his slender body to the fullest. With his expression of eyebrows and eyes as he was tightly bound, the temptation he exuded was probably impossible for him to imagine.

But he didn't know anything and refused to surrender. He looked down at Han Qingyan with condescending moments. Even if he was in such a situation, he still regained the emperor's majesty through this method.

"I... cannot beg you..." Mo Jiu said word by word.

This is not the first time he has encountered such a method, but he failed before. Finally, he cried and begged for mercy, and looked like a dog... Only this time, facing this thief, even if he fought his life, he would not surrender again...

Han Qingyan frowned suddenly and then spread it: "It's worthy of being Your Majesty, I'm waiting."

...

The next morning, Han Qingyan met Pei Feng, who came to the palace to receive the reward.

"Didn't you say that you have to proceed step by step so that this tyrant can finally agree to your request?" Pei Feng was a little surprised. She believed that Han Qingyan would succeed, but she did not expect that the speed would be so fast.

Han Qingyan's mind was filled with the tyrant's face last night's red face, tears in her eyes, crying, begging her to satisfy him, and was stunned and there was no answer.

Pei Feng: "Qingyan?"

"Oh." Han Qingyan came back to her senses, "It's nothing. I caught the handle of this tyrant, so he naturally had to obey."

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

Han Qingyan's heart moved slightly. She was a little unwilling to tell Pei Feng this, and quietly changed the topic: "It's time to go to court. You go first, and I and him will arrive later."

Pei Feng was not particularly concerned about Mo Jiu's weaknesses and smiled and said, "Then I will congratulate Master Han in advance."

Han Qingyan laughed: "Thank you, Prince."

After Pei Feng left far away, she returned to the bedroom and saw Mo Jiu dressed neatly and sitting on the edge of the dragon couch, looking very majestic, but the two remaining flush on her cheeks dissipated most of his majesty, leaving only gorgeousness.

He was still suffering now, but Han Qingyan fed him medicine and temporarily suppressed the fire.

As for how to completely erase it... let's talk about it after going to court.
Chapter completed!