The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing meaningfully and said softly, "Qingqing, come here!"

Only a fool would go there!

Instead of going over, Feng Jiuqing moved further away from Mo Ling.

Mo Ling shook his head and sighed, "Since Qingqing doesn't want to come, then I will have to go over."

Don't come over here!

The alarm bells in Feng Jiuqing's head suddenly rang. He was about to rush out the door, but was interrupted by a voice from outside.

"Your Majesty, your Excellency, lunch is ready."

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling whose smile gradually disappeared, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Well, Ayan, Qingqing is hungry, go and fill your stomach first."

After saying that, he ran away, leaving Mo Ling alone. He stood in the direction where Feng Jiuqing left, pondering for a long time before getting up and walking out.

Mo Ling sat down next to Feng Jiuqing and whispered in his ear, "Qingqing is so cruel. You left me alone."

Feng Jiuqing turned a deaf ear and continued to eat his meal seriously. No one could disturb his concentration on eating!

"My Lord, this is the watermelon smoothie that the imperial kitchen has just made according to your menu. Would you like to try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes lit up. The people in the imperial kitchen were truly teachable.

He smiled and nodded: "Okay, bring it here."

"Yes!"

Xiao Qizi walked over with a covered plate in his hand. He walked around Feng Jiuqing and stopped beside Mo Ling. Perhaps because it was the first time he was so close to Mo Ling, his hands were shaking and made a slight sound when he put them down.

Mo Ling frowned. How come this palace servant couldn't even hold a plate of smoothie steady?

Feng Jiuqing looked up in confusion and saw that Xiao Qizi's face was pale with beads of sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she was very scared.

Feng Jiuqing smiled and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, His Majesty will not eat people. Even if he wants to eat, he will eat me first."

Mo Ling calmed down and scratched Feng Jiuqing's nose: "You are always talking nonsense. Next time I will really eat you."

Seeing tears welling up in Xiao Qizi's eyes, Feng Jiuqing took Mo Ling's hand away and said softly, "Oh, A'Yan, you're almost scaring me to tears, please restrain yourself."

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing helplessly: "Okay, whatever you say."

Feng Jiuqing then said to Xiao Qizi: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Xiao Qizi's hand paused as she was about to open the lid, and she looked at Feng Jiuqing guiltily, but unfortunately Feng Jiuqing was hugged by someone around the waist and didn't see it.

"Qingqing!"

Feng Jiuqing heard a dissatisfied voice in his ears and he knew it was from some jealous person.

Because someone was jealous, Feng Jiuqing could only kiss Mo Ling on the face: "I like A Yan the most."

While the two were playing, Xiao Qizi quickly opened the lid, and in the plate was a dagger. A silver light flashed, and Xiao Qizi's face turned red, and she seemed to use all her strength to stab Mo Ling with the dagger.

"Death to you, tyrant!"

Mo Ling was holding Feng Jiuqing, with his back to the small flag. He instinctively sensed the murderous intent behind him, but the distance was too close, and he had almost no time to dodge. And if he dodged, it would most likely be his beloved who would be injured.

He could only slightly turn sideways to avoid the vital part. But at the moment he turned sideways, the person in his arms somehow got the strength to forcibly switch the positions of the two.

"Pfft!"

Mo Ling watched helplessly as the dagger pierced into Feng Jiuqing's body, but the man in front of him seemed to be relieved and said, "Fortunately you are not hurt."

After he finished speaking, the man let out a slight gasp.

Bright red blood seemed to be gushing out and soon dripping onto the ground.

"Tick!"

Mo Ling's pupils trembled, and the blood flowing from the man's back gradually dyed his eyes red: "Qingqing!"

Xiao Qizi's hands were shaking more and more, he suddenly let go of the dagger, his eyes widened and he kept backing away. Suddenly he stumbled, he sat down on the ground dejectedly, tears dripping like a broken string.

How could this happen! He actually hurt the only person in the palace who was kind to him!

"No, it's not like that. I don't want to kill you!"

Feng Jiuqing took a breath, and after confirming that Mo Ling was fine, he slowly turned around and looked at Xiao Qizi in disbelief: "Why?"

Xiao Qizi was stunned for a moment when she heard Feng Jiuqing's voice. After seeing Feng Jiuqing's disappointed and unbelievable expression, she suddenly shook her head and cried heartbreakingly, muttering incoherently while crying: "Dead! All dead! Mother! Sister! They were all killed by this tyrant! Pay with your life! He deserves to pay with his life!"

What's dead? Xiao Qizi's mother and sister died? Wasn't his sister going to get married? How could she die? What does all this have to do with Mo Ling?

A series of questions popped up in Feng Jiuqing's mind, mixed with the severe pain in his back, making him feel a little dizzy.

At this moment, several figures fell from the roof and quickly forced Xiao Qizi to her knees on the ground, with a transparent long knife across her neck.

But he was not afraid at all. He struggled like a madman, mumbling nonsense, cursing Mo Ling and apologizing continuously.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late in coming to your rescue!"

Mo Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling as he held Feng Jiuqing. It was not until he heard the voice of the secret guard that he suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Someone! Call the imperial physician!"

"Yes!" One of the secret guards used his lightness skills to fly out and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

Mo Ling hugged Feng Jiuqing tightly. The blood in front of his eyes gradually blurred his vision. He seemed to have vaguely returned to the palace coup in his childhood.

Crying, screaming, bloodshot like heavy rain, eyes wide open but without focus, Mo Ling couldn't tell where he was or who he was for a moment...

Feng Jiuqing's face was as pale as paper. He leaned on Mo Ling and looked at Xiao Qizi with a complicated look. He really couldn't understand why this honest little eunuch would do such a thing as assassinating the emperor!

He had to get to the bottom of it, otherwise the knife he received would be so unfair.

"Xiao Qizi, why on earth are you doing this?"

But Xiao Qizi seemed to have gone crazy and no one answered his question.

At this time, a voice came from a distance.

"Your Majesty! Are you okay?"

A figure flashed in from outside the door and stopped just in front of Mo Ling. It was Yan Yiran.

Yan Yiran's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw Mo Ling covered in blood. It was not until he walked closer and realized that it was someone else's blood and Mo Ling was unharmed that he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the daring assassin.

"He was the one who assassinated His Majesty? Damn it!"

Yan Yiran drew the sword from his waist and chopped at the small chess piece!

"do not want!"

As soon as Feng Jiuqing spoke, blood gushed out from his back. Even so, he still stopped him and said, "Don't kill him!"

Yan Yiran did not stop his movements as the long sword fell. Xiao Qizi fell to the ground with a bang, and she was still muttering "sister" before she died.

Yan Yiran's eyes turned cold. He glanced at Feng Jiuqing indifferently and sheathed his sword.

"You deserve to be put to death for attempting to murder your majesty!"

Feng Jiuqing looked at Xiao Qizi's body and felt as if his head had been hit by a club, and suddenly he felt an intense pain.

When he recovered a little, he suddenly found that Mo Ling's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were unfocused, and the hand holding him was shaking constantly. This state seemed to be real - PTSD.

Feng Jiuqing reached out and touched Mo Ling's face. The pain in his back made him take a deep breath: "Ayan, what's wrong with you? Ayan!"

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing with a dull gaze, his pupils dilated, as if he had soul-leaving syndrome.

Yan Yiran immediately flashed to Mo Ling's side and said with concern and distress, "Your Majesty!"

Feng Jiuqing's heart was lifted again: "Ayan! You——"

Mo Ling suddenly smiled. He carefully avoided Feng Jiuqing's injuries, picked Feng Jiuqing up, and gently placed him on the couch in the inner room.

Feng Jiuqing kept staring at Mo Ling. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that Mo Ling's smile was a little creepy. Was A Yan in a state of terror?

Feng Jiuqing endured the pain and held Mo Ling's hand, kissing Mo Ling's face: "Ayan, are you okay?"

Yan Yiran, who was following behind him, had his eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly concealed it.

Mo Ling's deep pupils were a little bloodshot, deep and seductive: "I'm fine, my dear."

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor has arrived."

The secret guards dragged the breathless imperial physician and finally arrived at Qianyuan Palace. When the imperial physician arrived, he saw a dagger stuck in the emperor's back and his face turned pale with fright.

"Heal my dear."

Mo Ling glanced at the imperial physician calmly and then shifted his gaze to Feng Jiuqing.

The imperial physician finally treated Feng Jiuqing's wound despite Mo Ling's great pressure. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "The knife didn't hit any vital parts, but it was a deep wound after all. Please rest and don't move too much these days. I will prescribe you a blood-replenishing prescription. You should be fine after taking it for three months."

Feng Jiuqing, who hadn't frowned even when he was stabbed, now had a frown on his face.

Say it again, how long?

Three months?

I don’t want to eat it for even a day, and you want me to eat it for three months?

It’s not a big deal. Isn’t it just a stab?

In the past, I couldn’t take medicine for so long after being stabbed on the battlefield. Do you imperial physicians have any performance evaluation for taking medicine?