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

Feng Jiuqing then raised his head again and looked at Mo Ling with sparkling eyes.

"Will the honored guest brother help Qingqing?"

A smile appeared on Mo Ling's face, but it quickly disappeared, so quickly that it seemed like Feng Jiuqing's illusion.

"Yes, Ayan. If Qingqing needs me, I am always here."

Love words are indeed the most beautiful, but how credible are words driven by desire? Feng Jiuqing secretly mocked in his heart, but his face showed an extremely happy look.

"Then Qingqing would like to thank A Yan first."

Mo Ling placed the cakes on the plate in front of Feng Jiuqing, leaned closer to Feng Jiuqing's face, and whispered, "My dear, is your thanks just a few words?"

Even though she was used to Mo Ling's beauty, the close distance still made Feng Jiuqing's face flush unnaturally.

"So what thank you gift does Yan want?"

Mo Ling approached Feng Jiuqing unexpectedly, and just when he was about to kiss him, he tilted his head, brushed his face against Feng Jiuqing's lips, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, when the time comes, I will find Qingqing to accept the thank-you gift."

This is indecent assault! Feng Jiuqing's heart was pounding, as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.

Soon, Feng Jiuqing calmed down. For prey that came to his doorstep, there was no word to let go in his dictionary. When Mo Ling retreated, Feng Jiuqing turned his head at the right time, brushed Mo Ling's lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, and withdrew at the moment when Mo Ling's eyes darkened.

His eyes widened unconsciously, and he looked at Mo Ling in front of him innocently, and the villain complained first: "Why did you turn around suddenly?"

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing deeply, and was almost about to laugh at this sharp-tongued person. He stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Jiuqing's face, and said helplessly: "Qingqing, if you provoke me casually, you will pay the price."

"I didn't. It's unfair. It's such an injustice. It was obviously you—"

Feng Jiuqing's face was wrinkled into a ball, like a chubby koi with bulging cheeks.

Mo Ling poked Feng Jiuqing's face and fished out the bulging little koi that was sinking in the water and blowing bubbles.

"Really angry?"

"No."

Feng Jiuqing turned his head to the other side, as if he was angry and didn't want to look at someone.

Mo Ling chuckled, pulled the person into his arms, and patted Feng Jiuqing's back soothingly.

"Where did the courage to provoke Yu just now go?"

Feng Jiuqing leaned in Mo Ling's arms, buried his face in Mo Ling's chest, hiding the smile in his eyes, and looked extremely shy.

"No."

Mo Ling held the waist of the person in his arms and said softly, "Okay, if Qingqing says no, then no."

"Ah."

After Feng Jiuqing responded, he stepped aside and sat up straight, lowering his head and pretending that he was eating seriously.

King Zhao had never seen Mo Ling be so tolerant of anyone, whether when he was young or after he ascended the throne. It seemed that Mo Ling really liked Ming Qing.

I can't believe that the reason why His Majesty keeps the six palaces vacant is because he is fond of male beauty. It is true that Ming Qing's beauty is rare in the world, but there are so many eyes staring at the dragon throne. Between the country and the beauty, it depends on how Mo Ling chooses.

Anyway, he had already sent the beauty to Mo Ling, and the rest of the matter had nothing to do with him. After all, Ming Qing came from Xitai Tower, so he had to listen to him whether he was willing or not. Therefore, the more Mo Ling liked Ming Qing, the happier he was.

The servants of the Zhao Palace did not know Mo Ling's identity, but the person who could let their prince personally host a banquet and not show his good face to his prince must not be a simple character. Even with singing and dancing, the atmosphere of the banquet was still very depressing, until the young master came in, breaking the suffocating depression.

Feng Jiuqing was not unaware of the looks these people were giving him, but he was thick-skinned and not afraid of the world's eyes. It must be said that although the King of Zhao was not a good person, the chef in his mansion was not bad, at least it suited his taste. Why not dig the King of Zhao's chef to his mansion after he left?

"What are you thinking about, so seriously?"

Mo Ling pinched Feng Jiuqing's face again. Feng Jiuqing tilted her head and her tassels brushed against Mo Ling's hand, making a small and crisp sound like the broken willow leaves.

There was a hint of smile in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, with the corners of his eyes raised, and his long hair covering half of his pitiful face. He seemed to have no idea what Mo Ling was asking, and looked at Mo Ling in confusion and bewilderment.

A barely visible dark color flashed in Mo Ling's eyes, and his slender fingers brushed across Feng Jiuqing's lips.

"Why are you so careless?"

Feng Jiuqing felt the touch on his lips. This man was obviously doing it on purpose, but he still had to find an excuse to say that there was something on his face. It was unexpectedly to his taste.

Feng Jiuqing seemed to be stunned for a moment, then when the person opposite wasn't paying attention, he bit Mo Ling's hand, gritted his teeth before letting go, and tilted his head to look at the person in front of him innocently.

"Sweet."

Mo Ling's expression was unclear, but his tone was a little heavier than usual: "Do you like it?"

Feng Jiuqing turned his head without changing his expression, stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table, and nodded: "I like it. Who doesn't like sweet sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Mo Ling held her in his arms and lowered his head to look Feng Jiuqing in the eye: "Qingqing only likes sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"Yeah... Of course - woo."

After a while, Mo Ling let go of Feng Jiuqing and whispered, "Qingqing's mouth is sweeter when she's silent."

Feng Jiuqing lowered his head and pretended to be dead, his cheeks flushed, pretending to eat very seriously, but in fact he was staring at the stewed food in front of him and didn't even notice that he had picked up the ginger.

"Master, in broad daylight and in front of everyone, Mo Ling actually did this to me. How could he be like this?"

The system bumped into Feng Jiuqing's hand and couldn't help rolling its eyes.

"Okay, got it. No need to tell me again. I am the system and I don't eat dog food. Thank you."

Feng Jiuqing poked the system's face and said half-threateningly: "Tongzi, you have changed. You were not like this before."

The system twitched, didn't want to talk, and really wanted to beat up someone who didn't know what was good for him, but unfortunately the system treaty stipulated that the host could not be beaten.

"King Zhao and the others have already left. There are only two of you in the entire banquet hall. How can you be in the spotlight?"

Feng Jiuqing stroked the fluffy tail of the system: "They were all here just now, and then they left. They saw everything they should and shouldn't have seen."

"Why, you want your secret guards to massacre Prince Zhao's mansion and kill people to silence them?"

Feng Jiuqing's mouth twitched, and he rubbed the system's belly and said, "Am I such a cruel person?"

The system thought for a while in a serious manner.

"Maybe maybe, maybe - is it?"

"Slander, this is blatant slander, when have I ever been cruel?"

Feng Jiuqing retorted indignantly, and the system slapped Feng Jiuqing's hand away with its claw.

"Advice is unpleasant to the ear, I am just seeking truth from facts."

Feng Jiuqing rubbed his hands and said, "Tongzi, you are obviously waiting for an opportunity to take revenge!"