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

"Qingqing knows she is wrong. Brother, please don't scare Qingqing. Qingqing is afraid."

Mo Ling sneered, "You're right to be afraid. I never joke around. You can give it a try."

Feng Jiuqing lowered her eyes to hide the shame in her heart, and when she raised her eyes, she only felt aggrieved: "I dare not try, Qingqing is wrong."

Mo Ling reached out and stroked Feng Jiuqing's cheek: "Be good."

Feng Jiuqing clenched his fists tightly behind his back, and the system did not let go even when it was wrapped around his fists with its furry tail, which showed that he was very angry.

"Tongzi, Yan'er really pissed me off."

"Ajiu, don't be angry, don't be angry, Mo Ling just cares about you, but he used the wrong method. His disciple is ignorant, so as the emperor's teacher, you should be more tolerant of him."

"That's not a reason for him to hit me in front of others! I will definitely find Yan'er to take this place back!"

The system nudged Feng Jiuqing and said, "Ah Jiu, be more generous and don't bother with the younger generation. A prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach. That Mo Ling didn't hit you in front of others, and Bai Yunjin left a long time ago."

Bai Yunjin had left the pavilion long before Mo Ling beat him up. He was not the kind of person who could not read the signs. It was fine to watch His Majesty scolding his wife, if you had nine lives, please do as you please. But Bai Yunjin only had one life, and he did not want to experience the king's wrath at all.

Feng Jiuqing said coldly: "I am the Grand Tutor, not the Prime Minister. Everyone knows that Grand Tutor Feng Jiuqing will never let go of any grudge."

The system advised tremblingly: "Well, Ah Jiu, you see, it has not been easy for the two of us to complete the mission in the past twenty years. If something happens to Mo Ling, the mission will fail directly. You should think carefully."

"Who said I want to kill him? After all, he is my disciple, Feng Jiuqing. I will only teach him, not kill him."

The system breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that was good, it was really scary. No, I still had to ask the main system for a guarantee, after all, Ah Jiu's martial arts from the system were too powerful, if he accidentally did something, the mission would be ruined.

"Ajiu, take it easy."

After saying that, the system suddenly disappeared. Feng Jiuqing was angry and didn't notice it.

"You cry so much, are you made of water?"

Mo Ling held Feng Jiuqing's slender waist, his obsidian pupils fixed on the person in his arms.

It's your turn to be beaten up, you won't cry, right? Feng Jiuqing tilted his head, refusing to look at the person above him.

Mo Ling grabbed his chin and turned him around. Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes, sulking and refusing to look at the person in front of him.

"Angry?"

Feng Jiuqing sobbed and said, "Qingqing, don't dare."

Mo Ling let him go, stood up, turned his back to Feng Jiuqing, and said with his hands behind his back, "Qingqing, have you ever thought about what would happen if it was Yu who took the pill?"

Feng Jiuqing was stunned for a moment. If Mo Ling took this pill, he would destroy Xitai Tower.

"Find the best doctor in the world to cure your brother."

Mo Ling suddenly laughed. Qing Qing really didn't understand his good intentions at all. She just tried to change the subject.

"Qingqing, you really are--never mind, I'm not your guest, Qingqing, you can just call me A-Yan in private."

Feng Jiuqing rolled the two words in his throat for a while, and murmured in a low voice: "Ayan?"

"Well, I'm here."

Mo Ling looked back and saw Feng Jiuqing standing there, his red eyes making him look somewhat pitiful.

Mo Ling couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, but when he thought of what Feng Jiuqing had done, his beating heart grew even colder.

How audacious and reckless! If he is not taught a profound lesson this time, he may do something even more infuriating next time.

"Mingqing, this is only once, there won't be a next time, do you understand?"

Feng Jiuqing looked listless and his voice was weak: "There won't be a next time, Ayan."

"Qingqing, come back with me today. You don't need to get involved in the affairs of Xitai Tower anymore."

Feng Jiuqing frowned and said, "If I go back with you, Xitailou will definitely not let it go. Does A Yan want to pay Xitailou hundreds of thousands of taels as redemption fee for Qingqing?"

Mo Ling didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he thought so.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said, "No, the previous night, Tailou asked for 300,000 taels. After the banquet that day, Qingqing's worth increased many times. A Yan, the court's money cannot be used in such places. If the Grand Tutor knew——"

Feng Jiuqing did not say the following words explicitly, but Mo Ling knew that the man would be disappointed if he knew that he was so blinded by lust.

"It doesn't matter. Xitai Tower won't be around for a few more days. Jiazi has already found the relatives of those missing people who were suppressed by Xitai Tower over the years. Xitai Tower will be closed down in a few days."

"Ayan, I promise I won't take any more risks. Can you let me stay in Xitai Tower for a few more days? It's going to be closed down anyway. Staying a few more days or a few less days won't make any difference, right?"

Feng Jiuqing took a few steps forward, grabbed Mo Ling's sleeve, and begged softly.

Mo Ling stared at Feng Jiuqing with his dark eyes for a long time, then pulled the clothes out of Feng Jiuqing's hands.

"what ever."

Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Ayan."

"Today, I originally wanted to have Qingqing and Baijin meet and exchange some information so that Xitai Tower can be closed down as soon as possible."

Mo Ling paused for a moment and continued, "Qingqing, go to the clinic with me today. If the doctor in Jiangning Mansion cannot cure the poison, after we are done here, Qingqing and Yu Yan will go back to the palace to be treated by the imperial physician."

"it is good."

Feng Jiuqing agreed verbally, but in his heart he was complaining: Only a fool would go back to the palace with Mo Ling. The three-meter-high palace wall has locked him up for three years. He had finally retired and gotten away from that place. He would only go back if he was mentally ill.

The wheels of the carriage turned, and Mo Ling brought Feng Jiuqing to a clinic in Jiangning City. The doctor who treated Feng Jiuqing was a white-haired old doctor. Mo Ling watched the old doctor frowning more and more, and his heart was lifted. His face became colder and colder, like a cold air maker.

The old doctor took his hand back, puffed his beard and glared at Mo Ling: "Why are you here in my clinic when you are healthy and have no pain?"

Nothing? Mo Ling frowned and asked, "Are you sure Qingqing is not poisoned?"

The old doctor's eyes widened. "The pulse is strong and he can run and jump. What kind of poison did he get? There are still patients behind us! You can go now."

Feng Jiuqing smiled at the doctor sheepishly in order to hold Mo Ling back: "I'm sorry, brother, you're disturbed by my concern."

The old doctor snorted coldly, but didn't say anything else. Feng Jiuqing pulled Mo Ling out of the clinic and gently advised: "Ayan, if ordinary clinics can diagnose and treat it, why would Xitai Tower use it to control the people in the building? Anyway, Qingqing will go back with Ayan, and then let those doctors with better medical skills treat it, and they will definitely be able to detoxify."

"Brother?"

He is not Qingqing's brother, and he never wants to be one. Mo Ling pulled Feng Jiuqing into his arms and said in a low voice, "I am not Qingqing's brother. Next time, Qingqing, remember to call me husband."

Feng Jiuqing pressed down the corners of his mouth, his face slightly red: "Yeah."

But in her heart she was complaining, husband? Oh, Yan'er, one day you will understand who is the husband.