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

Mo Ling exuded an alluring aura, making the originally hot summer night a little cooler.

"As long as you don't hurt him, I promise."

The man's knife moved a little closer, and Feng Jiuqing let out a low cry of pain.

"Don't worry, as long as we are safe, he will be fine."

"Don't hurt him. Go prepare a carriage for them." Mo Ling glanced at King Zhao coldly.

King Zhao finally came to his senses and immediately ordered his guards: "Didn't you hear what the distinguished guest said? Hurry up and go!"

Soon someone came with a carriage, and Feng Jiuqing was pushed onto the carriage by the group of people. Before the carriage left, those people looked at King Zhao with extremely disappointed expressions.

"My Lord, my Lord, we are all doing this for you, but you treat us like this, it's really heartbreaking."

King Zhao was furious: "Bullshit! I didn't ask you to attack our distinguished guest!"

"But weren't we the ones you, Your Majesty, put in the guard? Didn't you say that whoever kills him will be made a marquis and a prime minister? Have you forgotten that?"

Mo Ling's cold eyes fell on King Zhao, and King Zhao felt the chill rushing from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head.

"It's not me! Ah Ling, believe me, it's not me!" King Zhao was a little incoherent, trying to make Mo Ling believe him.

"Humph," the man sneered, "You dare to do it but not to take responsibility. No wonder you can only stay in Jiangning like a coward for the rest of your life and be a dandy prince. Ugh!"

After saying this, he ignored King Zhao and whipped the horse whip. The horse started to run in pain, making a gurgling sound.

The knife was still on Feng Jiuqing's neck, but they didn't seem to think that Feng Jiuqing had the ability to resist, so they didn't tie Feng Jiuqing up.

"Brother, do you think this is considered completing the mission?"

A scarred man smiled, revealing his yellow teeth: "Who cares? We have already received most of the money. They are fighting over there, who cares about small fry like us?"

"So, someone paid you to assassinate A-Yan?"

Scarface glared at Feng Jiuqing and said, "Yes, so what? You are a pretty girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, but it's a pity that you are not a young lady."

Another person chuckled and said, "Brother, I heard that this person is the champion of Xitai Tower. Xitai Tower is a place that we can't even enter normally. This person is the champion, so he must be better than the ordinary ones in Xitai Tower, otherwise he wouldn't be favored by the distinguished guests."

"Brother, now that everyone is here, why not--"

"Go, go, go, go, once you get the final payment, you can do whatever you want!"

The man looked at Feng Jiuqing with lustful eyes: "I didn't expect that I could taste such a delicacy in my lifetime. How wonderful!"

Feng Jiuqing showed no emotion on his face, but he had already thought of the ending for these audacious lunatics.

Feng Jiuqing seemed not to have heard what these people had just said, and continued to ask; "Do you know the identity of the distinguished guest you assassinated?"

"They are just corrupt officials from the capital, what's the big deal? They are a bunch of corrupt officials, and we are just doing justice for the people!" Those people seemed to say with disdain.

Feng Jiuqing laughed sarcastically: "The buyer told you this? Ha, how naive."

"What do you mean?"

Scarface paused while wiping his knife: "What do you mean? Isn't he a dog official from the capital?"

Feng Jiuqing still smiled: "Do you remember what King Zhao called him?"

The scar-faced men looked at each other, and Feng Jiuqing continued, "A Ling. Do you know that the current emperor's surname is Mo and his given name is Ling?"

"He is the emperor?" Scarface was a little shocked.

Feng Jiuqing nodded gently.

Scarface turned red and looked very angry: "Damn it! They are playing tricks on me!"

"You know, he's the emperor—"

Feng Jiuqing thought Scarface regretted his words, and just as he was about to say something else, he heard Scarface's next words.

"That little money is not enough, we need them to pay more!"

As expected of a desperado, his ideas were so clear that Feng Jiuqing could not refute them.

"That dog emperor actually likes men? No wonder he never married a concubine. It turns out he likes male concubines."

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Scarface. Although he couldn't let Scarface be the queen, well, Yan'er's taste wouldn't be that special, but he could let Scarface be the eunuch. After all, they were all people in the palace, and there wasn't much difference between them.

The carriage finally stopped and everyone got off, leaving only one person to watch over Feng Jiuqing.

A hoarse voice reached Feng Jiuqing's ears: "Have you finished the tasks I asked you to do?"

Scar's voice followed: "Of course, but you seem to be dishonest. That man is obviously the emperor. In that case, the money you gave is not enough."

"What do you want?"

"Add another three hundred taels, and I promise not to tell anyone about it, otherwise—"

"Okay." The hoarse voice agreed.

"Pfft!"

"Big brother!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time. Feng Jiuqing sighed in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't let Scar be a eunuch.

"If you dare to kill my brother, we will fight you!"

Then came the sound of weapons clashing, and soon everything returned to calm.

"A bunch of losers dare to negotiate with me. They really don't know how to live or die. Check to see if there are any survivors."

As soon as the curtain of the carriage was opened, a knife neatly cut the man's throat. Feng Jiuqing kicked the man away and slowly walked down from the carriage. When those people in the carriage got off, they were silently dealt with by Feng Jiuqing, and the knife naturally fell into Feng Jiuqing's hand.

"Are you the ones sent by the mastermind?"

Feng Jiuqing finally saw clearly that the man with the hoarse voice was wearing a loose robe, revealing only a pair of cloudy eyes. There were a dozen people around him dressed in black and with their faces covered.

"Who are you?" The robe moved, and the hoarse voice reached Feng Jiuqing's ears again.

"The unlucky guy who was held hostage by them happened to hear everything."

Feng Jiuqing tilted his head indifferently, looking innocent.

"kill him."

A hoarse voice gave the order, and a group of people swarmed forward. Although this group of people could be considered professional killers, they were still no match for Feng Jiuqing.

There was no one else here, so Feng Jiuqing didn't need to hide his strength. Feng Jiuqing's tunnel almost left an afterimage. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the people who were originally standing fell to the ground, leaving only the person hiding in the robe.

The man looked horrified: "Who are you?"

"You are not qualified to know. Tell me who your master is and I can spare your life."

Feng Jiuqing held the knife and approached the man step by step, the blood from the tip of the knife kept dripping onto the ground. From a distance, Feng Jiuqing looked more like a vicious villain than the masked man in the robe.

The man seemed to be frightened, his legs trembling a little, as if he couldn't stand steadily: "Don't kill me, I can tell you, I can tell you anything!"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows. Is this guy so spineless?

Feng Jiuqing stopped and pointed the knife at the man: "Speak."

"Yes! Yes! I'm from Feihualou. You should know that Feihualou is a place that specializes in assassins. I'm just a matchmaker for clients. We don't even know who the clients are!"

Feihualou is a killer organization in the underworld that specializes in making money by killing people.

"Why should I trust you?"

The man took out a token with a camellia on it. Camellia is also known as the broken-head flower and is the symbol of Feihua Tower.