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

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling with sparkling eyes, as if he didn't notice the murderous intent hidden in him: "My dear guest, do you trust me so much?"

Mo Ling distanced himself from him without leaving a trace. His dark eyes could not reveal his emotions. “Of course I trust you, but I don’t know if you are worthy of my trust.”

Feng Jiuqing stood up straight with curved eyebrows, as if he was a banished immortal who had fallen into the human world, or a fairy in a peach blossom forest.

"Then you better watch it, sir."

Mo Ling drank another glass of wine: "Wait and see."

Feng Jiuqing chuckled, raised an eyebrow, snatched Mo Ling's wine glass, and handed him a pot of tea: "Too much alcohol is harmful to the body, dear brother, you should drink tea."

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing with heavy eyes. The pressure of a superior instantly filled the entire room, and the legs of the maidservant serving beside him trembled a little.

Feng Jiuqing's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a cold voice: "Everyone please leave. It is enough for you to have me to serve you, dear guest brother."

"Yes." Several maids bowed and left as quickly as possible, as if there were vicious dogs chasing them.

After the maid left, Mo Ling's momentum did not diminish at all. Instead, it became even more fierce. The gentle smile on his face disappeared, and his phoenix eyes swept over the teapot lightly.

Feng Jiuqing poured him a cup of tea, his eyes moist as he handed it to him in a flattering manner. His voice was no longer as cold and hard as before, but rather had a hint of charm and the unique freshness of a young man: "This year's Mengding tea, Qingqing apologizes to the honored guest brother, and please forgive Qingqing's rudeness just now."

Mo Ling did not take the tea. Instead, he reached out his hand to lift Feng Jiuqing's chin and stroked his beautiful red lips: "I don't see the sincerity of the leader."

Feng Jiuqing smiled more charmingly than a hibiscus flower, and sat on Mo Ling's lap. "What does my dear guest want to do to show his sincerity?"

Mo Ling was stunned for a moment, and then his face returned to a gentle smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked down at the beauty in his arms: "You are very brave, but usually people who are too brave don't have a good ending."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes turned red, and crystal tears rolled down his cheeks, making him look quite pitiful.

"Is the distinguished guest brother trying to harm Qingqing?"

He thought it was very brave, but it turned out to be a cat with its claws not tucked in. After a little scare, it could only show its soft belly to please. But he didn't like dirty cats and his patience was not very good, so he hoped that this little kitty would know the situation better.

The smile on Mo Ling's face became more gentle, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost became tangible, but Feng Jiuqing lowered his head and could not see it.

"Get out! I find things that have been used by others dirty."

"Hahaha, Feng Jiuqing, you are worthy of being my disciple. You have the same sharp tongue as me." The electronic voice of the system laughed arrogantly in Feng Jiuqing's mind. The real body relied on the fact that only Feng Jiuqing could see it, and dragged its furry tail and made faces at him.

Feng Jiuqing’s fists hardened. If this wasn’t his own disciple, he would beat him so hard that he would be at a loss!

Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath, and when he looked up, he had a very aggrieved look on his face. Instead of going down, he put down the teacup, and put his arms around Mo Ling's neck, breathing sweetly: "Don't you know, dear guest, that today is your first time accompanying a guest?"

It seemed that when he came in, the shopkeeper did say that today was the first night for Kui Shou to accompany someone. If this person was still clean, Mo Ling's eyes darkened a little. Based on this person's appearance, he wanted it.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Jiuqing's waist, and it was just enough to hold it.

Mo Ling opened his thin lips slightly, his voice was not as gentle as before, with a hint of chilliness: "I don't like things that have been used by others. Similarly, others cannot touch my things. Do you understand?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes seemed to have a hook that could attract people's souls. He slowly approached Mo Ling, and when Mo Ling was distracted, he quickly kissed him on the corner of his mouth, then broke free from his hand and retreated to the other side of the table.

"Hahaha." Feng Jiuqing rested one hand on the table, supported his head and laughed brilliantly, his voice became bewitching: "Brother, have you forgotten that Qingqing is the leader, she sells her art, not her body."

The mole at the corner of the person opposite her eye makes her look even more charming, with tassels hanging down on her shoulders, which is even more moving than the most beautiful painting in the palace.

A flame rose in Mo Ling's eyes, but it quickly dissipated into his inky black pupils. He picked up the tea that Feng Jiuqing had brewed earlier with his slender hands and took a sip. "It's rich and fragrant, intoxicating."

I don't know whether he is talking about tea or people.

Then he stood up and looked half a head taller than Feng Jiuqing.

He picked up the teapot, poured out the whole pot of tea, smiled and let go of his hand, and then a crisp and pleasant sound of shattering was heard.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea off his hands, then walked slowly to Feng Jiuqing, lifted him onto the table with one hand, and then clasped his hands around his waist.

Feng Jiuqing did not resist, but when he saw that Mo Ling could lift him up with one hand, his face became a little complicated.

First, he thought his disciple had good strength, and second, he was mentioned on the table like this, didn't he have any face? Although no one else saw it, Feng Jiuqing still felt that his disciple was a bit rebellious. Whose disciple would hold the emperor's waist?

Mo Ling suddenly smiled, and it was not that gentle fake smile. Feng Jiuqing's face turned red uncontrollably. It would be difficult for anyone to control themselves if a handsome face with no blind spots smiled at him.

Especially since this person was someone he had been coveting for a long time, it made him feel irresistible.

Mo Ling's face got closer and closer, and the usually eloquent Feng Jiuqing was stuck and couldn't utter a word.

Mo Ling leaned close to Feng Jiuqing's ear and whispered softly, "The earrings are very beautiful. I like them very much."

Well, you have good taste. How can the earrings I chose not look good? Feng Jiuqing had just finished thinking about it when he suddenly cried out in pain.

Mo Ling, that bastard, actually bit his earlobe! His waist was restrained, and he couldn't struggle at all. Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath. Disciples and the like sometimes deserve to be punished.

Just as he was about to speak, Mo Ling's voice, which sounded a little threatening, rang in his ears: "I like you, and you belong to me, and so do you. Qingqing, be good. I don't want you to be like a teapot. After all, Qingqing is so beautiful, I don't want you to break into pieces."

Feng Jiuqing frowned. What strange things had Mo Ling learned during his absence? In the past, Mo Ling was extremely well-behaved. He never went to places with prostitutes and even turned down talent shows. This made him wonder if Mo Ling was a bachelor. But now it seemed that Mo Ling was a homosexual?

And he tore the sleeve off? That's outrageous, outrageous! Never mind, it's not a big deal. There were so many emperors with gay sleeves in history, and the dynasties continued. It's not a big problem.

"Then what does my dear brother want? Redeem Qingqing and take her home to be a concubine, or a mistress with no status at all? Qingqing is not those people. If you can't be my wife, then don't redeem me. Qingqing doesn't want to be a concubine." Feng Jiuqing smiled sweetly, her fingertips circling around Mo Ling's heart.

How about going back? Mo Ling hadn't thought about it. After all, Qingqing came from a place of prostitution and was a man. If the court officials agreed to him taking Qingqing as his concubine, it would probably take several imperial censors to slam their heads against the pillars. If he made Qingqing his empress, it would be even more absurd. I'm afraid the court officials would kneel to death outside his Qianyuan Palace.