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

"Where are you taking Qingqing, brother?"

Feng Jiuqing put her arms around Mo Ling's neck and asked softly in his ear.

"You'll know when it arrives."

Oh, are you trying to keep him secret? Not bad, not bad. This kid is teachable.

Feng Jiuqing leaned his head on Mo Ling's shoulder. After he got away from the carriage, he began to feel restless. Mo Ling's clothes were thin, which was just convenient for him to take advantage of. The chest muscles, the neck, and the waist, wow, wow, they are really good.

Although the clothes were thin, they still felt a bit of a hindrance. Feng Jiuqing turned his eyes and quietly reached his hand inside the clothes.

"Haven't you touched enough?"

A deep voice came from above his head. Feng Jiuqing paused and took his hand back as if nothing had happened.

"Well, Qingqing just wanted to hold on to it more firmly, for fear of falling."

"is it?"

A low laugh came from above his head, and Feng Jiuqing's ears turned red shamefully. The distance was too close, and he was too easily bewitched.

"Then you better hold on tight."

Mo Ling released the hand on Feng Jiuqing's waist. Feng Jiuqing leaned back and quickly hugged Mo Ling's neck, almost falling down.

Mo Ling's low laugh sounded above his head. Feng Jiuqing gritted his teeth, took the opportunity to raise his head, kissed Mo Ling's throat, and then pretended nothing happened and nestled back into Mo Ling's arms.

The laughter stopped, and the voice above my head was terribly low and hoarse: "You are not a good boy."

Oops, I went too far.

But Feng Jiuqing was not afraid, and even complained first: "It was the guest brother who scared Qingqing first, Qingqing is timid."

Mo Ling put the person down, lifted the curtain, lifted the chin of the person opposite, leaned over and kissed him, and did not let him go until the person was out of breath.

"If you are timid, then there are no brave people in the world."

The cinnabar mole at the corner of Feng Jiuqing's eye became more charming, his eye sockets were slightly red, and he stared at the person in front of him with watery eyes, as if he was angry and resentful.

Mo Ling's breathing became heavier, and he really wanted to lock Qing Qing up so that only he could see her.

Feng Jiuqing asked again while panting: "What on earth is it that the distinguished guest brother brought Qingqing here for?"

Mo Ling grabbed the little fairy's thin waist and said, "What else can you do? Of course, you can have an affair."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes suddenly lit up. Is it so exciting? He really can't wait.

"Cough cough cough."

A very inappropriate voice sounded at the side. A man in elegant clothes had a slightly embarrassed blush on his face. He stood up and said awkwardly, "Sorry to bother you. I don't think it's convenient today. I'll leave first, then?"

Mo Ling didn't mind holding Feng Jiuqing's waist as he walked into the pavilion. He glanced at the man calmly and said, "Sit down."

The man was even more embarrassed, but had to sit down: “Yes.”

Feng Jiuqing also knew this person, Bai Yunjin, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was chosen by him for Yan'er. But Feng Jiuqing could only pretend not to know him. He looked at Mo Ling with resentment and said, "I thought the honored brother was taking me out for a boat trip, but I never thought that the honored brother was taking me to meet his new love. As expected, only the new person is smiling, but I, the old one, am not crying."

Mo Ling and Bai Yunjin's mouths twitched at the same time. It must be said that Feng Jiuqing's words directly turned the drama between two people into that of three people. Bai Yunjin, who was innocently implicated, wanted to say something, but dared not speak after seeing Feng Jiuqing's hand on his waist.

This is the first time I see His Majesty holding someone in his arms. Well, although he is a man, it doesn't matter. You should know that His Majesty has always only had the government in his eyes. Not to mention people, there is not even a male mosquito around him. Today, His Majesty not only holds someone in his arms, but also says that he wants to have an affair with this person. Well, it seems that Dai Viet will soon have its first queen.

"Are you jealous, darling?"

Mo Ling did not explain, but teased Feng Jiuqing as if he was enjoying a good show.

Bai Yunjin's face twitched. "Your Majesty, please stop talking. There is nothing wrong between them. What if today's incident gets out and the Prime Minister wants to quarrel with him? Your Majesty doesn't want a wife, but he does. What if the Right Prime Minister lets him sleep in the study? What should he do?"

Bai Yunjin quietly moved the stool further away. His Majesty could not observe male ethics, but he still had to. After all, compared with the hard study and the fragrant and soft right prime minister, even a fool would know what to choose.

Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes. Mo Ling was acting with him, but acting was something Feng Jiuqing was born with. Feng Jiuqing broke free from Mo Ling's hand and stood up. Tears fell from her beautiful eyes. Her shattered expression was heartbreaking.

"Qingqing, I understand. It's Qingqing who shouldn't have had such wild thoughts. Qingqing, leave now and never disturb the honored guest brother and this young master."

She had just taken two steps when she was pulled back into someone's arms. The man above her sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears from Feng Jiuqing's face.

"Why are you so crybaby? Okay, it's Yu's fault. Be good and stop crying."

Feng Jiuqing sobbed and said, "Brother Guike, what do you mean by this? Are you pitying Qingqing? Although Qingqing is an actor, she also has dignity. She is not a pet that can be summoned and dismissed at will."

Mo Ling hugged her tighter and coaxed her softly, "My Lord Qingqing, please do not bear grudges. I just brought you here to meet a friend. There is nothing else to it. There is nothing innocent between me and Master Yun. If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Yun."

The boss spoke, and Bai Yunjin, who originally thought that he should be at the bottom of the lake at this time, immediately agreed: "Mr. Yan and I are just ordinary friends. Yun has a wife at home, and I have a very deep relationship with my beloved wife. Please rest assured, Mr. Yun has no feelings for Mr. Yan at all."

Already has a wife at home? If he remembered correctly, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice should not have a wife, but he had an unclear relationship with the prime minister. Could it be that the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice got married during the year he was away? Wouldn't the right prime minister have a green grassland on his head?

Scumbag! The Right Prime Minister is his brother, Feng Jiuqing. He will write a letter to the Right Prime Minister when he returns today, and he will definitely expose the true face of this damn scumbag!

Feng Jiuqing sobbed and buried his head in Mo Ling's arms pretending to be dead. He absolutely did not want to apologize to this damn scumbag. It was absolutely impossible. How dare he cheat on his brother? Humph!

Mo Ling patted the person in his arms and coaxed, "Now you believe it, don't cry, I feel bad for you."

Bai Yunjin lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, turning a deaf ear to what was happening in front of him. He heard nothing. As expected, he should still be at the bottom of the lake.

It's really hard to act a little white flower, rubbish, and her eyes were over-smoked by onions. Feng Jiuqing angrily touched Mo Ling's abdominal muscles through his clothes before he calmed down.

Seeing that the person in his arms had stopped sobbing, Mo Ling helped her sit down on the chair next to him, his hand still loosely around Feng Jiuqing's waist.

After the misunderstanding, Mo Ling introduced Feng Jiuqing, "This is Mr. Bai Jinbai, the Minister of Justice. I think Qingqing should have heard of him."

Feng Jiuqing reluctantly said, "Mr. Bai," for Mo Ling's sake.

A small extra episode

Poor Bai Yunjin didn't know that when he finished his work and returned to the capital, his wife, such a big wife, was gone. Not only did he lose his wife, but he also had to be taken care of by the right prime minister three times a day. He couldn't even go home at night. He knelt on the washboard until it broke, but he still couldn't win his wife's heart. After knowing the truth, he smashed thirty washboards in anger. Could it be that he was part of the emperor and empress's PLAY?

His sweet and cute route turned directly into a hell-level crematorium, and the main culprits were his immediate superior and his immediate superior. What sin had he committed to encounter these two stumbling blocks on his way to chasing his wife!