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

The sun was high in the sky. Feng Jiuqing just opened his eyes and met a pair of deep blue eyes. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to ruthlessly ruffle the wolf cub's golden hair.

The wolf cub looked at his raised hand and couldn't help but shrink back, his eyes full of fear, but he didn't dodge away.

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Are you afraid of me?"

The wolf cub looked up at Feng Jiuqing, then quickly lowered his head. His ears were red as if bleeding, and his hands were tightly clutching his sleeves.

"No, I'm not afraid."

Feng Jiuqing sighed in a pretentious manner: "Really? But I see that you look like you have encountered a man-eating tiger. Why, am I scary?"

The little wolf raised his head in panic: "It's not scary, not scary at all! Brother is the best person I have ever met, I am not afraid of brother at all."

"Hahaha!"

Feng Jiuqing smiled happily. He put his hand on the little wolf cub's head and messed up his originally smooth hair into a mess. The wolf cub stared at the person who was making trouble on his head without blinking, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, the carriage of Prince Zhao's mansion is waiting outside the gate, saying that they are going to take you to Prince Zhao's mansion. The owner of the building also sent a message to you, saying that you should stay in Xitai Tower for a few days, and he will send someone to pick you up when the time comes."

Yuebai interrupted Feng Jiuqing's unilateral bullying of the child. Feng Jiuqing coughed lightly and withdrew his hand. Neither of them noticed that the little wolf's eyes dimmed for a moment.

"King Zhao? What is he doing here?"

"It is said that the King of Zhao is hosting a banquet for distinguished guests today, and we need you to add some style to the banquet."

Feng Jiuqing took the coat from Yuebai's hand and put it on. After washing up, he pinched the little wolf cub's chubby face.

"I can only say that he is worthy of being the King of Zhao. He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun."

Yuebai wanted to say something but stopped himself. Feng Jiuqing looked at him suspiciously, then looked away and continued to wash the boy's face.

"Just say whatever you want to say."

Yuebai glanced at the little wolf cub and lowered his head and said, "According to the information we have received so far, the distinguished guest of King Zhao seems to be Master Yan."

"Yan'er? Interesting, I have to go and take a closer look."

Feng Jiuqing stood up, looked down at the little wolf cub in front of him, and couldn't help but pinch his face again.

"Do you have a name, kid?"

The wolf cub's face turned red, and distant memories filled his mind. Little bastard, little bastard...

He shook his head. He didn't want to tell this handsome brother his difficult names.

"No."

Feng Jiuqing rubbed the wolf cub's golden hair and said with a smile: "Poor little thing, can you read?"

The little wolf cub continued to shake his head, panic on his little face, and the corners of his clothes were wrinkled.

Feng Jiuqing patted the child's shoulder, and his smile became more gentle: "It's not a big deal if you can't read. I'll ask a teacher to teach you in the future. When you can read, just give yourself a nice name. I also gave myself my name."

"What's your brother's name?"

The little wolf cub's eyes were as bright as the sun at noon in summer. Feng Jiuqing was stared at by his scorching gaze, and the word Mingqing that he was about to say became his real name.

"Jiuqing, the Jiuqing of the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, but this is our secret, you can't tell others my brother's name."

Although he didn't know what the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers were, the little wolf cub murmured Feng Jiuqing's name in a low voice: "Jiuqing."

Then he nodded heavily and said, "I will never tell anyone else my brother's name. I will always keep my brother's secret."

"So nice."

Feng Jiuqing rubbed his hair again, very gently, without any pain. This was the first time in all these years that someone other than his mother had been kind to him, and he couldn't help but be greedy.

"Can you give me a name too?"

"Ok?"

Feng Jiuqing was a little surprised, then he smiled and said, "If you are sure, it is not impossible."

"I want the name my brother gave me."

"Okay, the past is like the wind, but the future is promising. I wish you peace and happiness from now on, without worries. How about your name being Wuyou?"

"it is good."

Feng Jiuqing scratched the little wolf cub's nose. This little cub was so well behaved, and looked very much like Yan'er back then. He couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted towards this little cub.

"Stay with Brother Yuebai. I have something to go out for. Please behave yourself, okay?"

The little wolf cub was obviously terrified of being abandoned again, but he still nodded and promised, "I'll be good." So brother, can you please not abandon me.

It was so well behaved. Feng Jiuqing stood up and pinched the little wolf cub’s face: “Wait until I come back.”

As expected, the carriage was waiting under Xitai Tower. Tianqing went back to educate his younger brother, and Yuebai had to take care of the little wolf cub, so this time, Feng Jiuqing did not bring any attendants with him. He just wore a veil to cover his face and got on the carriage of Prince Zhao's Mansion.

There was constant music and dancing in the Zhao Wang Mansion, and the Zhao Wang was all smiles, but Mo Ling had little interest. From the evidence provided to him by the Grand Tutor last night, all the evidence pointed to the Zhao Wang as the victim. So today's banquet by the Zhao Wang became very interesting.

Mo Ling did not take the wine handed to him by the maid, nor did he allow King Zhao's men to serve him close. He only took a sip of tea occasionally and watched the actors in King Zhao's mansion singing and dancing with little interest.

The housekeeper of Prince Zhao's mansion left at some point and returned to Prince Zhao. He leaned over and said something in Prince Zhao's ear, and then the panicked smile on Prince Zhao's face became real.

Of course Mo Ling knew about the changes at the banquet, but he could pretend not to know. Just like this banquet, it was not impossible for him to refuse, but he still came.

"Do you think the singing and dancing are a bit boring, Wulang? But later, Wulang will not feel that way anymore."

When Mo Ling was still a prince, he was ranked fifth.

Mo Ling glanced at King Zhao casually: "I hope it's as Third Uncle said."

King Zhao laughed twice and said, "I will definitely not let Wulang down."

"I'll wait and see."

The actors who were dancing left and the tune of the piano music changed. Mo Ling's hand paused for a moment. This music seemed familiar.

When he saw the familiar face coming in from the door, Mo Ling's expression suddenly turned cold.

"come over."

The music paused subtly for a moment. Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling blankly, then at King Zhao, and finally at each other with the musician.

"Qingqing, come here."

Mo Ling glanced at Queen Zhao nonchalantly, then set his eyes on Feng Jiuqing.

King Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forced a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "If the distinguished guest asks you to go, then go."

Before he finished speaking, King Zhao received another cold look from Mo Ling.

"Some people should take care of themselves and worry less about others, Uncle San, what do you think?"

King Zhao was sweating profusely: "Yes, yes, yes."

Feng Jiuqing focused on playing the role of a weak and innocent actor. As soon as he sat down, Mo Ling's hand was around his waist.

Feng Jiuqing raised his head and happened to meet Mo Ling's eyes. He leaned close to Feng Jiuqing's ear and whispered in a low voice.

"Qingqing, didn't I tell you to wait for me at Xitai Tower? Why are you so disobedient?"

Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes slightly, his eyes full of helplessness. After glancing at Mo Ling, he quickly lowered his head again, as if he was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

"I, I didn't, it was the prince——"

The perfect pause gave Mo Ling enough room for imagination. Mo Ling glanced at King Zhao, and then tucked the loose hair on Feng Jiuqing's forehead behind her ears.

"Got it. Next time you feel wronged, you can go directly to Yu."