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

Mo Ling continued, "This is the leader of Xitai Tower, Ming Qing."

Bai Yunjin raised his eyebrows. Xitai Tower? Isn't that the place that His Majesty wanted to investigate? Oh, His Majesty is worthy of being called His Majesty. He took the leader of another family as soon as he took action. This speed and ability are beyond reach.

Bai Yunjin bowed and said, "Mr. Ming."

Feng Jiuqing nodded and turned his head to look at Mo Ling beside him: "Brother, your honorable guest even transferred the Minister of Justice here. Is it just to introduce him to Qingqing?"

Mo Ling wiped away the tears on Feng Jiuqing's face with a handkerchief and chuckled, "Didn't Qingqing say that she wanted to prove to me that she was innocent? The Minister of Justice is here. If Qingqing has any grievances, you might as well speak up."

Seeing that Mo Ling was talking about serious matters, Feng Jiuqing stopped teasing and slowly filled Mo Ling's cup of tea, then poured himself a cup.

"The apparent owner of Xitai Tower is King Zhao, but there is actually another owner behind the scenes. We don't know who it is, but it's definitely not the Grand Tutor."

Mo Ling picked up the tea and said, "Oh~ Qingqing trusts the Grand Master so much? I am really envious."

Feng Jiuqing gave Mo Ling a complicated look. The so-called Grand Master is right in front of you. Do you think he is like before? If you don't trust yourself, how can you trust others? What's wrong with Yan'er? You can't feel at ease unless you put the blame on yourself, right? He is really becoming more and more like a traitor.

"The Grand Master is your benefactor, and you must not forget your roots. But the honored guest brother is equally important in your heart."

Mo Ling put down the teacup, tilted his head to look at the beauty beside him and asked, "Really? If Yu and Taishi fell into the lake at the same time, who would you save?"

"save you."

Feng Jiuqing answered without any hesitation.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Ling's eyes, and his smile became more sincere.

"why?"

Feng Jiuqing responded unhappily: Because I can swim, thank you.

"Because if I don't save my dear brother, he will be snatched away by someone else. After all, a life-saving grace should be repaid with one's body. Qingqing can't bear to give someone like my dear brother to others."

"What about your Grand Master?"

Feng Jiuqing shrugged indifferently: "Grandmaster will swim to the shore by himself."

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing deeply, then he curled his lips and sighed, "That's what Qingqing said herself."

Although it was not nice to complain about his immediate superior, Bai Yunjin couldn't help but want to complain. Were these two sure that they didn't invite him to watch them show their affection? Bai Yunjin had already begun to miss his own Right Prime Minister.

"Master Ming knows the Grand Master?"

Mo Ling affirmed: "Well, Ming Qing has another name, Xiaobai should have heard of it, Iris."

Bai Yunjin stood up suddenly and pointed at Feng Jiuqing, his face full of disbelief: "He is Iris?"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes: "Why, doesn't it look like that?"

Although Bai Yunjin had just arrived in Jiangning Prefecture, he had heard in the streets and alleys that Xitai Tower had a leader who was outstanding in appearance and danced beautifully, just as beautiful as Iris. At that time, he thought that group of people had never seen the world, but he never thought that the leader of Xitai Tower was Iris herself.

This, does he dare to say that he doesn't look like her? If this leader blows the pillow wind to your majesty, his official career will definitely be bumpy in the future. No wonder your majesty has fallen for Mr. Ming. If Mr. Ming is Iris, then it's normal.

Bai Yunjin cupped his hands and said, "I lost my composure for a moment. I apologize to Master Ming. Please don't blame me."

Feng Jiuqing waved his hand and said, "No problem. Xitai Tower not only has people who are good at mechanical engineering, but also experts in using medicine. Xitai Tower uses pills to control the people in the tower. I heard the owner of Xitai Tower mention the person behind Xitai Tower, but he was unwilling to take me to see the person behind the scenes. I suspect it's not because he doesn't want to, but because the person behind Xitai Tower is not in Jiangning Prefecture."

Unable to read the expression in Mo Ling's eyes, he asked softly, "Qingqing, how do you know so much?"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Because I saw the secret door, and I also took the pills given by the owner of Xitai Tower. Is there any problem, dear guest brother~"

Mo Ling's face changed, and he pulled the person in front of him. His cold eyes were half-narrowed, and the pressure of a superior poured out.

"What did you eat? You dare to eat anything, you are going to die!"

Feng Jiuqing was not afraid at all, and laughed at himself: "But dear brother, Qingqing is from Xitai Tower. You are under my roof. Do you have any other choice but to take the medicine? Besides, if Qingqing doesn't take it, how can you gain the trust of the owner of Xitai Tower?"

Mo Ling smashed the teacup into pieces with one palm, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"I don't need you to be an undercover agent in Xitai Tower."

Feng Jiuqing smiled sweetly: "But besides me, does your dear guest have any better choice?"

Mo Ling didn't say anything. Feng Jiuqing took a step forward and approached him and said, "Brother Guike doesn't believe Qingqing, right? Then Qingqing can only go deep into the enemy camp and find evidence to prove Qingqing's innocence. It's just a pill. Brother Guike doesn't need to make a fuss."

Mo Ling's eyes were colder. He lifted Feng Jiuqing's chin and said, "Just a pill? Do you know what that is?"

Feng Jiuqing said nonchalantly, "I know. It's probably similar to Wu Shi San with ten times the efficacy."

The veins on Mo Ling's hands were exposed, but he still controlled the strength of his hands, for fear of hurting this conscienceless little goblin.

"You know this, but you still dare to eat it. It seems that I am too doting on you."

What does Yan'er mean by this?

Before Feng Jiuqing could figure out what was going on, Mo Ling grabbed his waist and pressed him on his thigh. Then he felt a pain in his back and at the same time heard a crisp sound as his palm touched some part of his body.

Yan'er, beat him in front of outsiders?

Feng Jiuqing's pupils suddenly shrank and he wanted to resist, but his waist was held down tightly.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Feng Jiuqing gritted his teeth. Wrong, what was wrong with him? Wasn't everything he did for Yan'er? But Yan'er not only didn't appreciate him, but also beat him. It was so unfair!

A cold voice sounded above my head: "It seems that Qingqing doesn't know her fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jiuqing could clearly feel that Mo Ling's attack was heavier than before. It hurt! Feng Jiuqing felt like he didn't want to act anymore! He was going to teach Mo Ling what it meant to respect his teacher!

"Ajiu, calm down, calm down. If you suddenly get up and tear off the roof, you won't be able to eat the grass around your nest!"

The system's scream calmed Feng Jiuqing down. His eyes were red and tears kept falling like broken strings: "Brother, are you going to force a confession out of me?"

"Confess under torture? Ha, I was just teaching the little goblin who eats without permission a lesson."

Damn! Yan Er is really rebellious. Feng Jiuqing will remember what happened today! Don’t blame him for being cruel in the future! Feng Jiuqing was angry in his heart, and then he admitted his mistake in a soft voice: "Qingqing knows that I was wrong, and I won’t dare to do it again in the future. Brother Guike, please forgive Qingqing."

Mo Ling did not stop, and asked coldly: "Qingqing, do you really know that you are wrong?"

Feng Jiuqing sobbed, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Brother Guike, please stop, it hurts! I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again!"

Mo Ling held her in his arms and gently wiped the tears off Feng Jiuqing's face, but his voice was as cold as ever: "Next time you dare to do this kind of thing, I will not be merciful. Qingqing, be good, okay?"