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

"Is that so? Have you tried it?"

Nanny Gui was surprised, and then she thought that the man was not young anymore. Normally, at this age, his son would have been several years old, but there was no one there. She thought that he was either ill or had a more serious illness.

Although Feng Jiuqing didn't even have a driver's license, for the sake of his dignity, Feng Jiuqing, who didn't even know where the clutch was, could only grit his teeth and say that he had driven on the road.

Feng Jiuqing said with an unfathomable look on his face: "Yes."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Aunt Gui was stunned for a rare moment. Then she put the thing aside and smiled meaningfully, "It's okay. Maybe you will need this thing one day."

Thank you, I really don't need it. Feng Jiuqing kept a fake smile, silently saying in his heart that silence is gold, silence is silver, and silence is today's sunset.

Meanwhile, Mo Ling was dragged by King Zhao to appreciate calligraphy and painting for an afternoon. It was obvious that King Zhao wanted to cater to his tastes, because before he was ten years old, he loved calligraphy and painting. But he was the crown prince at the time, shouldering the entire country, and not only the tutor, but also his father the emperor did not approve of him neglecting his studies to study calligraphy and painting.

So he could only learn calligraphy and painting secretly. At that time, the King of Zhao was still in the capital. He was the emperor's biological brother and his uncle. Knowing that his father did not allow him to learn, he collected a lot of calligraphy and paintings and secretly gave them to him. Even if he occasionally heard that his father punished him, the King of Zhao would rush over and plead for him. So before he was ten years old, their uncle-nephew relationship was very good.

But everything changed when he was ten years old. His father died suddenly, and Prince Jing ascended the throne and became the new emperor. Although Prince Jing and Prince Zhao were born from the same mother, they were different. Before he ascended the throne, Prince Jing was recognized as a wise prince by everyone. But Prince Zhao was a dandy prince known throughout the capital.

So even if Prince Jing ascended the throne, he was still the crown prince. Although he was originally supposed to ascend the throne, Prince Jing took his throne and then hypocritically said that he would return the throne to him. But Prince Jing had a very good reputation at the time, and although their relationship was not as good as that of Prince Zhao, Mo Ling also regarded Prince Jing as a relative, but who knew that he would end up like that?

At that time, no one would have thought that the throne would go around in circles and finally return to him.

After so many years, the King of Zhao still remembered his preferences, but the world has changed, people's hearts are fickle, and he no longer likes these things. He is no longer the little prince who didn't know people's hearts, and the King of Zhao is no longer the uncle who loves him.

Once some things are done, there is no going back. Unfortunately, his uncle doesn't seem to understand this and is still trying to use these useless things to awaken their memories of the past.

When they met at Xitai Tower, his uncle was obviously afraid of him, but now he seems not to be afraid of him anymore. Perhaps he thinks he is still as gentle as he was before?

Mo Ling gave a mocking smile. He really miscalculated. The little prince had long died in the cold palace, at the hands of the person closest to him whom he thought he could trust. Now he was just the emperor sitting on the dragon throne, and the emperor did not need emotions. The imperial family was the most ruthless.

King Zhao gave most of the paintings in his study to Mo Ling. Mo Ling did not refuse, nor did he agree. From beginning to end, he was indifferent, like a passerby, and did not care at all about the things that he once regarded as treasures.

Perhaps it was Mo Ling's cold attitude that made King Zhao feel that Mo Ling had changed. Just giving him calligraphy and paintings might not be enough to impress Mo Ling. King Zhao sighed dejectedly.

"A Ling, these calligraphy and paintings are collected by the Emperor's uncle every year, but because he is in Jiangning Prefecture, there is no way to send them to you. You know, the Emperor's uncle is not very good at reading, and he gets a headache when he sees calligraphy and paintings. These dozen calligraphy and paintings are the birthday gifts prepared by the Emperor's uncle for you. From the age of eleven to twenty-four, each year is different."

Mo Ling still said calmly: "Thank you, uncle, Yan knows."

Prince Zhao wiped away his tears, looked straight at Mo Ling and said, "A Ling, are you still resentful of what the emperor's uncle did back then? But the emperor's uncle had no choice at the time. If he hadn't fed you the dementia-inducing drug, my second brother would have killed you."

"My second brother went through so much hardship to become the emperor, how could he possibly give the throne to you? When he ascended the throne, all your half-brothers died unexpectedly. Didn't you ever have any doubts? You are my eldest brother's only flesh and blood, and my uncle can't just watch you die!"

The prince of Zhao cried with tears in his eyes, as if he was a good uncle who always cared about his nephew. If Mo Ling didn't know the truth, he would have been deceived by the prince of Zhao. It's true that the prince of Jing wanted to kill him, but it's also true that he wouldn't kill him. After all, if he killed him, there would be no one in the world who would be more like his late mother than him.

Mo Ling knew from a very young age that his mother didn't like him and didn't even want to see him. Even though he tried his best to make his mother happy, in the end he was just sent to the prince's residence and didn't get any attention from his mother. But he still liked his mother very much, until he accidentally entered her palace and heard her say that she hated him and that he was the evidence of her humiliation.

It turned out that his mother and Prince Jing were childhood sweethearts. They had already known each other for a long time and even made an engagement. But his father stole their love and forcibly separated the destined couple, and made his mother give birth to him. Although his father was very shrewd in politics, he knew nothing about love. He thought that if he got the person, he would get everything, but the person's heart was not with him. Even if he got the person, he only got a body. It was also because of this that his mother was depressed and passed away early.

It was clearly a grudge from the previous generation, but in the end he had to pay the price. Everything was unreasonable, and yet everything seemed reasonable, except that no one cared about his feelings.

Prince Zhao continued to cry: "It was Uncle Huang's fault. Uncle Huang shouldn't have drugged you. If A Ling is not satisfied, Uncle Huang will let A Ling do whatever he wants without any complaints! It's just A Ling. No matter how wrong you are, it's Uncle Huang's fault."

Prince Zhao knelt on the ground with a plop. "If Ah Ling can still remember the good things about the Emperor's uncle, then let all the people in the Zhao Palace go. They are innocent. All the mistakes were made by the Emperor's uncle, and all the blame lies with the Emperor's uncle alone!"

Mo Ling leaned over and helped King Zhao up, no emotion visible in his dark eyes.

"Uncle, you are too kind. I have long forgotten everything that happened in the past. Besides, Emperor Jing has passed away. Everything disappeared without a trace since Emperor Jing entered the imperial mausoleum."

Prince Zhao wiped away two more tears and said tremblingly: "I would like to thank you, A Ling. If A Ling needs me in the future, I will do my best to help you!"

Mo Ling smiled, his eyes were no longer cold, and he seemed to be the same as the little prince back then.

"The Emperor's uncle is always my Emperor's uncle. I will always remember that."

King Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at Mo Ling in front of him. As long as Mo Ling did not pursue the matter, he would have nothing to worry about.