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

As time goes by, the night falls, covering the sky with a layer of black. The stars fill the night sky, and the bright moonlight illuminates the world.

Until after dinner, Mo Ling did not see Feng Jiuqing. Instead, Prince Zhao kept asking him to reminisce about the past, trying to awaken the uncle-nephew relationship in his heart that had long disappeared. Although most of the time it was only Prince Zhao who was reminiscing while Mo Ling just listened indifferently.

As the night deepened, Mo Ling frowned slightly, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.

"Uncle, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

Prince Zhao seemed to realize that it was getting late, and smiled at Mo Ling apologetically: "It was my uncle who forgot the time. I'm going back first. Ah Ling, my uncle has prepared a surprise for you. The night is long, enjoy it."

After saying this, he left without waiting for Mo Ling's answer, just left a meaningful smile.

Surprise? Mo Ling's brows moved slightly. The surprise given by King Zhao really didn't make people want to look forward to it at all. He just hoped that it wouldn't be a shock.

Soon, a servant led Mo Ling to a quiet courtyard. The moonlight and candlelight complemented each other. There was no noisy voice, but the sound of gurgling water could be heard faintly.

After passing through layers of veil, Mo Ling finally saw the true face of the so-called surprise. It seemed to be a bathing pool. What was so special about this bathing pool?

Apart from the overly luxurious decoration, Mo Ling did not find anything unusual and thought it was just an ordinary bathing pool. However, the moment he entered the water, he found that the water here was unusually cool. In the hot summer, using this bathing pool to cool off is also a good choice. It seems that his uncle, the King of Zhao, still knows how to enjoy himself as always.

Fortunately, King Zhao did not assign him an attendant, so Mo Ling finally had some peace and quiet. He leaned against the pool wall, closed his eyes, and wondered what he was thinking.

The water surface suddenly fluctuated slightly, and Mo Ling was still leaning against the wall of the pool, as if taking a nap.

The water surface shook very slightly again, and Mo Ling's eyes suddenly opened with a hint of coldness. His hand, which was leaning against the edge of the pool, suddenly grabbed a person from under the water and pressed him to the edge of the pool.

"Who sent you?"

"No one. It was A-Yan who broke into my bath and actually attacked me? It hurts! Let me go."

"Qingqing?"

Mo Ling had not expected that the person he caught would be Feng Jiuqing. He immediately released the strength in his hands, but did not let go of Feng Jiuqing. Instead, he leaned close to Feng Jiuqing's ear and asked, "Qingqing, what are you doing hiding in the water?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with a sense of grievance, his hair was dripping wetly, his underwear was clung to his body, and was faintly visible, which gave him a unique charm.

"Qingqing was bathing here alone. Suddenly she heard someone breaking in and hid at the bottom of the pool out of fear. But she couldn't stand staying under the water for too long. She just wanted to get up to avoid drowning in the bath."

Mo Ling held the man in his arms: "You're lying. Who was it that touched my waist under the water just now, huh?"

Feng Jiuqing smacked his eyes pitifully: "Qingqing just wanted to hold on to the wall of the pool to get up."

"Qingqing."

Mo Ling's dark eyes seemed to want to suck Feng Jiuqing in: "If you didn't use both hands, I might believe you."

Feng Jiuqing saw that pretending to be pitiful didn't work, so he stood up and kissed Mo Ling on the corner of his mouth, then whispered, "I was wrong." I'll dare to do it again next time.

Mo Ling grabbed the man in his arms and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jiuqing shook her head, her moist eyes looking like pear blossoms in the rain: "I don't know, but if Ayan thinks Qingqing is wrong, then Qingqing is wrong."

Mo Ling's hand brushed across Feng Jiuqing's cheek: "In that case, it's Yu's fault."

Feng Jiuqing's innocent eyes rolled around as he slowly approached Mo Ling, stopping just when their noses were about to bump into each other's: "Ayan."

He didn't know when his hands had climbed onto Mo Ling's shoulders, and his fingers were restlessly stroking Mo Ling's neck.

Mo Ling's eyes were dark, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Qingqing, do you know what you are doing?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled, with a hint of seduction, and pecked Mo Ling lightly on the lips: "Did Qingqing do anything?"

Mo Ling's hand on Feng Jiuqing's waist suddenly tightened, and like a wolf king hunting, he stared at the prey in front of him: "You asked for this, Qingqing."

Feng Jiuqing felt a slight pain in his waist and said exaggeratedly, "It hurts."

"Bear it."

Mo Ling pinched Feng Jiuqing's jaw, lowered his head close to the bright red lips that tempted him, and ate the little prey into his stomach.

Feng Jiuqing had a bit of confusion on his face, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye, and he was controlled by Mo Ling without any resistance.

The fish took the bait. Feng Jiuqing narrowed his eyes slightly. When Mo Ling thought he was in control of the overall situation and was at his lowest alert, he turned the tables and tried to seize the initiative from Mo Ling.

Mo Ling also obviously noticed that Feng Jiuqing was trying to rebel, so he possessed Feng Jiuqing and pinned him against the wall of the pool, and in the process captured the hand of someone who was causing trouble.

The enemy was too strong and someone's resistance failed. He could only go with the flow and was almost kissed to the point of suffocation before being let go.

Mo Ling wiped away the tears from Feng Jiuqing's eyes and chuckled in his ear: "Did the little raccoon want to show his claws just now?"

Feng Jiuqing turned his face away: "You only know how to bully people."

Mo Ling's voice deepened a little: "How did I bully you? Tell me, if I am wrong, I will correct it."

Feng Jiuqing turned around and glared at Mo Ling, then pushed Mo Ling away and walked to the other side of the bathtub, looking up at the sky and down at the ground but not at Mo Ling.

"Humph, I won't believe what some people say! Bad people never say they are bad. They only trick innocent young people like me into their traps, and then turn the tables and say that I walked into the trap on my own."

"Well, that sounds reasonable."

Mo Ling nodded thoughtfully, looking at Feng Jiuqing with a smile in his eyes. His deep voice was particularly charming in the quiet night: "Young and ignorant boy, are you ready to fall into the trap?"

The blush on Feng Jiuqing's face, which had just faded away, crept up from his neck to his cheeks again. He stole a glance at Mo Ling and quickly looked away.

"I can't hear you. I don't know what you are saying."

Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, walked slowly towards Feng Jiuqing and said, "How come I don't know that Qingqing also has ear disease?"

Feng Jiuqing wanted to retreat, but there was already a pool wall behind him, so he couldn't retreat. However, he still said stubbornly, "It suddenly appeared. Is that not okay?"

Mo Ling walked in front of Feng Jiuqing and rested his hands on the wall of the pool. "Okay, of course. I happen to know a little bit about medicine, why don't you let me treat Qingqing?"

Mo Ling also knows medicine? Is this true? Feng Jiuqing was a little skeptical. After all, in the three years he and Mo Ling had been together, he had never known that Mo Ling actually knew medicine. So, this was more likely an excuse for Mo Ling to bully him.

"No need! It's already done!"

Mo Ling approached Feng Jiuqing and lifted up a strand of his long hair with one hand. Feng Jiuqing's blushing face was reflected in his eyes, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems to be effective. The medicine cures the disease."

Did Mo Ling take the wrong medicine today? Feng Jiuqing poked the system behind him: "Master, do you feel that Yan'er is not right today?"

The system used its tail to curl around Feng Jiuqing's finger and said, "It's a little bit wrong, but I can't tell what's wrong. I told you not to provoke Mo Ling. Well, you reap what you sow. Jiu, you better pray for the best."