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

Feng Jiuqing deliberately asked blankly: "Ayan?"

Could it be that Qingqing really didn't mean it? Mo Ling clasped Feng Jiuqing's hand in his arms suspiciously.

"nothing."

Feng Jiuqing curled his lips and smiled, leaning his head in Mo Ling's arms, thinking about what happened tonight.

Given King Zhao's character, he didn't have the guts to assassinate Mo Ling. After all, it was not more than a decade ago, and Mo Ling was no longer the powerless prince.

But despite the loud noise in the courtyard, the people in Zhao Wang's mansion seemed to know nothing and remained silent as if nothing had happened. It would be hard to believe that the King of Zhao knew nothing about this matter.

While Feng Jiuqing was still guessing who was behind this, Mo Ling leaned over and picked him up: "It's not safe here, let's go back."

Although, this position is really embarrassing. Feng Jiuqing thinks it would be better if the two of them switched positions. But sometimes life is like this. Since you can't struggle, just give in.

Even though he was carrying an adult weighing more than 100 pounds, Mo Ling still walked steadily without even breathing heavily. They walked all the way to the gate of Prince Zhao's mansion. There was no one on the road, not to mention people, not even a shadow.

Just as Mo Ling was about to kick the door open, there was a sudden noise of footsteps, and dozens of guards holding torches suddenly appeared. The bright light was so bright that it hurt his eyes.

Mo Ling turned around and looked at the group of people. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, but Feng Jiuqing could feel that Mo Ling's hand around him suddenly tightened.

"It's so late, where is A-Ling going? But the emperor's uncle didn't treat me well, so A-Ling is angry?"

King Zhao walked out from behind his guards, looking a little uneasy. His clothes were all askew, showing how anxious King Zhao was on his way here.

Mo Ling looked at King Zhao deeply, and King Zhao broke into a cold sweat and shuddered in the sultry summer night.

When the King of Zhao was about to kneel down, Mo Ling finally spoke: "Qingqing said that the bed in the King of Zhao's mansion was not soft enough and she was not comfortable sleeping on it. She wanted to go back to sleep."

I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Mo Ling in shock. Mo Ling happened to be looking at him as well. When the two looked at each other, Mo Ling had a doting look on his face and his tone was gentle, like a tyrant who was bewitched by a charming concubine. This gave Feng Jiuqing goosebumps.

"Be good, if Qingqing doesn't like it, let's go back."

Does every emperor have the ability to tell lies without telling the truth? Yan'er, don't say I taught you that. I never taught you that.

Feng Jiuqing buried his face directly in Mo Ling’s arms. As long as he can’t see, I won’t be the one who dies.

King Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly made amends: "So that's how it is. Come here, go and get all the fox furs and mink furs from last year for Master Mingqing, and make sure he's satisfied. Ah Ling, do you think this is okay?"

Mo Ling did not answer King Zhao, but instead asked the person in his arms lovingly: "What do you think, qingqing?"

No thanks. Is it possible that it is summer now instead of winter? Is the thick fur coat intended to make me experience what it means to die of heat?

"As long as Ayan thinks it's okay, it's fine. We'll all listen to Ayan."

You want to act, right? Then let’s all act together, Feng Jiuqing said these annoying words without changing his expression.

Mo Ling smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "It seems that my Qingqing does not want to stay. It is better for me to take him back."

After saying this, he ignored King Zhao and prepared to leave, but the guards of King Zhao's mansion still blocked the gate and showed no intention of moving aside.

Mo Ling stopped and asked coldly, "Your Majesty, are you planning to let me leave?"

King Zhao was stunned and quickly apologized: "I dare not, I dare not."

Then he angrily yelled at the guards: "You bastards! How dare you block the way of our distinguished guest? Why don't you get out of the way?"

The guards immediately stepped back and made way for Mo Ling.

Mo Ling walked away. Feng Jiuqing suddenly raised his head from Mo Ling's arms and looked at the group of guards vigilantly.

No, there is murderous intent among this group.

"what happened?"

Mo Ling's concerned voice came from above his head, and Feng Jiuqing quietly approached Mo Ling's ear, looking like he was flirting with him.

“There’s something wrong with these people.”

Feng Jiuqing's voice was so low that no one could hear it except Mo Ling.

Mo Ling gently comforted the person in his arms: "Be good, nothing will happen."

Since Mo Ling could say that, he must be prepared. Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Ling had only taken a few steps when there was a sudden commotion among the guards. Several guards holding knives suddenly rushed towards Mo Ling, and the shining knives were about to fall on Mo Ling's head.

Mo Ling calmly dodged the sword that was about to hit him in the vitals, and then there was another gust of wind, and the blade passed by Mo Ling's hair.

"What the hell, you dare not even give our prince face! If I don't teach you a lesson, you really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

"Let the prince vent his anger!"

"kill him!"

Several guards were fighting with Mo Ling while trying to seduce other guards.

"How dare you! Get back now! Are you trying to kill me?"

The King of Zhao was on the verge of collapse, and his voice inevitably trembled.

"Back off! Can't you hear me? Come on, arrest these daring rebels!"

It has to be said that the guards of Prince Zhao's Mansion are as useless as him. Originally, Mo Ling could still dodge with Feng Jiuqing with ease, but since the guards of Prince Zhao's Mansion joined in, Mo Ling was almost hit by the blade several times.

The guards who attacked Mo Ling were obviously not on the same level as the rest of the trash. They were more like killers who had undergone rigorous training.

The guard's knife was across in front of Mo Ling, and there was another knife close to him from behind. The attack from both sides made Mo Ling feel a bit exhausted. Feng Jiuqing now doubted whether Mo Ling had made any preparations in advance.

Seeing the blade getting closer and closer, Feng Jiuqing put one hand on Mo Ling's shoulder, jumped over from his side and kicked away the guard who attacked from behind. Then he took the knife of a rookie guard of King Zhao and joined the battle.

Mo Ling no longer had any weaknesses, and with the addition of Feng Jiuqing, the situation immediately reversed, and those guards were almost instantly at a disadvantage.

They didn't get any benefit from being with Mo Ling, and they looked at each other and approached Feng Jiuqing inconspicuously. In their opinion, Feng Jiuqing was just Mo Ling's pet, and his martial arts skills were definitely not that high. After all, with Mo Ling's status, it was impossible for him to find someone who could kill him at any time.

And judging from Mo Ling's attitude just now, it seems that this person is quite favored. If they can catch this person, even if they can't hurt Mo Ling, they will have a chance to escape.

Feng Jiuqing had already guessed the intention of this group of people when they approached him, so he deliberately revealed a flaw, and these people really took the bait.

A knife was placed on Feng Jiuqing's neck from behind: "Stop, put down your knives, I will kill anyone who moves again."

Mo Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice became a little cold and stern: "Let him go."

Upon hearing this, King Zhao immediately ordered: "Stop!"

The man smiled triumphantly, and several other guards protected him and Feng Jiuqing in the middle.

"Find a carriage to take us out of the city. Once we are safe, we will release this young master."