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

Feng Jiuqing took a deep look at the direction where the attendant left, and sighed in his heart, "Ignorance is fearless." The people in the Zhao Palace and the Zhao Wang are really the same, arrogant and domineering, but this person is also somewhat useful and gave him some ideas.

Feng Jiuqing pondered the information revealed in the man's words. Someone in the capital was involved in the Xitai Tower incident. Could it be that King Zhao was colluding with someone in the capital? Xitai Tower was a money bag that kept sucking in money. It had accumulated huge wealth over the past ten years. What did King Zhao or the people in the capital want to do with so much money?

Could it be that he wanted to rebel? With the brains and abilities of the King of Zhao, the probability of his rebellion being successful was even smaller than that of daydreaming. Of course, the King of Zhao himself might not think so. Based on Feng Jiuqing's understanding of the King of Zhao, the King of Zhao might give money to officials in the capital to win them over, but he would never let someone in the capital become the secret owner of Xitai Tower, unless that person's status was higher than that of the King of Zhao.

But this is a paradox in itself. There is only one person with a higher status than King Zhao, Mo Ling, but it is obviously not Mo Ling. After that incident, King Zhao became the only surviving brother of the late emperor, and also the late emperor's biological brother. King Zhao is the late emperor's biological brother, otherwise it would be impossible for his fiefdom to be Jiangning Prefecture. Now the princes in the capital are all nephews of King Zhao. It is impossible for him, an uncle, to listen to his nephews, given King Zhao's personality.

So, when King Zhao was showing off everywhere, his money bag had already been put into someone else's pocket, and he didn't know anything. He could only say that this was very King Zhao. But who was this person in the dark? Feng Jiuqing really couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while. After all, Mo Ling's brother and cousin could only be described in one word - hard to describe.

Ever since he quit—no, retired—he didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the court, especially those useless princes. Feng Jiuqing held his forehead with his hand. It seemed that he had been lax. The hidden dangers of the court were really everywhere. Why was it so difficult to retire?

Before Feng Jiuqing could sort out more clues, the layers of gauze curtains opened, and the maids stood on both sides like a welcoming etiquette. A woman with gorgeous clothes, waist-length hair, and a jade hairpin tilted on her head had her back to him.

Feng Jiuqing frowned slightly. What should he do?

"Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

It's a very pleasant voice, like the clear chirping of birds in the mountains.

Feng Jiuqing was stunned. This person didn't look like a servant but more like a young lady in the mansion. Could she be one of the princesses of King Zhao?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry for being so abrupt. I'll leave now."

"Wait a minute. Why are you in such a hurry, sir?"

Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes, turned around and walked away without hesitation, as if there was a killer chasing him.

"Stop him!"

Just as he finished speaking, two maids appeared out of nowhere and blocked Feng Jiuqing's way. Feng Jiuqing braked suddenly and just managed to stop without hitting them.

What is going on? Feng Jiuqing took two steps back, turned around and stared at the ground as if he was trying to see a flower.

"I wonder what else this lady wants? I didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me."

The woman laughed and said, "Your little mouth is quite sweet. I like it."

Feng Jiuqing was silent for a while, then said softly, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Hahaha, very good, you suit my taste very well, I can make you suffer less. Come here."

???

What kind of talk are these?

Feng Jiuqing still lowered his head, with a blush on his face, and resisted: "I'm not that kind of person, girl, you should find someone else."

The man seemed to turn around. Although Feng Jiuqing lowered his head, he was observing the surrounding environment with his peripheral vision, thinking about where he could break out without exposing his strength.

The man walked towards Feng Jiuqing step by step and said frivolously, "As expected, he has a good appearance. He is worthy of being the one who can squeeze out Li Xiaoyu, who has been trained by Xitai Tower for many years, and become the new leader of Xitai Tower."

"However, I heard that the leader of Xitai Tower is aloof and indifferent, which seems to be different from you."

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes and was stunned for a moment, then moved his gaze to the side.

"People are fickle, aren't they?"

"Well said. You really surprised me. Others would be terrified when they see me, but you are the only one who can remain so calm after seeing my true appearance."

Feng Jiuqing's gaze moved to the man's face again. His face was covered with hideous scars, as if it had been burned by fire and then scratched by a knife. It was no exaggeration to say that this face could not only stop children from crying at night, but also scare away demons and monsters.

However, although this person's face was extremely scary, his hair was thick and black, and his hairline was intact, without any signs of burning. Under what circumstances could a person's face be burned but his scalp not be injured at all?

Feng Jiuqing had seen more tragic scenes than this, so he would not be frightened by this. Feng Jiuqing even suspected that this man had disguised himself to look like this.

"It's just a layer of skin. Beautiful skins are all alike, but interesting souls are rare, right?"

The man seemed to smile, and the scars on his face moved with the smile, with a kind of creepy beauty.

"You are so interesting that I am a little reluctant to leave you. But the prince has given an order, and I have to obey it. Please, Master Ming."

Feng Jiuqing immediately smiled in relief. Fortunately, it wasn't a princess. After all, if she cried and asked him to take responsibility, and if Yan'er believed her again, he would have a long way to go to catch up with her.

Feng Jiuqing said with some meaning in his eyes: "So, you should be the Aunt Gui that person just mentioned? I am also very curious, what do you want to do to me?"

Nanny Gui turned around and motioned Feng Jiuqing to follow. As they walked, she said, "I think this should be the first time that Master Ming has met me. I am Nanny Gui of the palace. I am mainly responsible for helping the prince to discipline the ladies in the backyard. Any hard bone can be turned into a soft intestine in my hands."

Feng Jiuqing probably knew what this person did, and also roughly understood why the King of Zhao had asked this Nanny Gui to come. It was probably because he wanted her to climb into Mo Ling's bed. Although he and the King of Zhao had the same goal, he would not use such an undignified method to climb into bed. Moreover, he wanted to sleep with Mo Ling, not let Mo Ling sleep with him. It was important to distinguish the priorities.

Feng Jiuqing followed behind and said casually: "But my distinguished guest doesn't like to be too delicate. Flowers that are too delicate will wither quickly."

Aunt Gui sneered and said, "You believe what those people say when they are overwhelmed with lust? Naive! There are some things that they may say they don't like, but in fact their actions are very honest. Don't worry, what I teach you is something you can't learn anywhere else. It is good stuff that will benefit you for the rest of your life."

It sounded like what was being taught was something extraordinary, but Feng Jiuqing had always been thick-skinned, so even though he knew what Nanny Gui was talking about, there was no emotion on his face.