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

"Please look, this is the token of Feihua Tower."

It was indeed the token of Feihua Tower. Just as Feng Jiuqing was about to put the token away, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his finger, as if he had been bitten by something.

But there was nothing on his finger except a small red dot.

"I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise I don't know what my knife will do."

Feng Jiuqing's knife was closer to the man, and the man knelt on the ground with a plop: "I really don't know anything else, I've told you everything I know, please let me go!"

Feng Jiuqing used a knife to pry open the sleeve of a killer lying on the ground, revealing a tiny tattoo.

"Do you think I really can't tell you're lying? Maybe you really are from Feihua Tower, but your subordinates don't have Feihua Tower's token. Instead, they have a tattoo."

The man's eyes rolled. "You don't know that not every assassin is from Feihualou. Sometimes, they are recruited desperadoes who will do anything for money. This time is one of them."

If Feng Jiuqing remembered correctly, there was also a similar tattoo on the arm of Xitai Tower Master. These people were very skillful, and they killed those people with Scar in one blow. It was obvious that they were specially trained, and they were definitely not people who were forced to die.

This guy is still lying to him!

Feng Jiuqing was just about to interrogate him when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. The knife in his hand slipped to the ground, and he half-knelt weakly.

"what did you do to me?"

The man stood up and laughed hoarsely. "I'm just letting my carefully raised child take this opportunity to cultivate himself on you. Don't panic. As long as you don't disobey me, nothing will happen."

"What if I disobey you?"

"Hahaha!" The man laughed, and Feng Jiuqing's face turned a little paler.

"I'm sure you've felt it by now. It only makes people feel the pain of being cut into pieces."

Feng Jiuqing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Despicable!"

The man laughed even harder: "People who are upright tend to die quickly. It's not a bad thing to be a little despicable."

The man walked up to Feng Jiuqing and looked at his face. "Superb! You are so tall and your martial arts are so high. You are really a rare superb. With you, I don't have to worry about not getting the favor of the master."

It seems that my guess was correct. This person does have a relationship with the "master".

As the man laughed loudly towards the sky, Feng Jiuqing quickly stood up and stepped on the man to the ground with one foot, with the sharp blade hanging above his head.

The man was startled by the sudden change, but he did not panic. He just looked at Feng Jiuqing firmly.

"I'm dead, and you can't live either."

"It doesn't matter."

Feng Jiuqing didn't care and looked down at the ground: "Compared to death, losing freedom makes me more uncomfortable."

The man weighed the truth in Feng Jiuqing's words and confirmed that Feng Jiuqing was not lying. He took a step back and said, "If you let me go, I will give you the antidote. How about that?"

Feng Jiuqing sneered like a savage bandit: "Compared to this, I want to know who your master is. After all, I am a vengeful person and I always believe in repaying a grudge with the whole clan. This is the first time I have been so embarrassed. Just you alone is far from enough! Make your master pay the price as well."

"Hahaha, this temper is just what I like."

The man didn't seem to be afraid at all that Feng Jiuqing might kill him at any time. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in his pupils, which made Feng Jiuqing wonder if this man had some masochism.

"Why don't you join us and I will introduce you to the master? With your perfect appearance and profound martial arts, the master will definitely accept you. Then, we can work together and kill the entire clan of anyone who displeases us, okay?"

Tsk, I met a real pervert.

Feng Jiuqing patted the man with his knife: "No, you are wearing too green, especially a green hat, although this hat matches you very well. But I don't like people who wear green, especially you."

"Green is so pretty, it looks like a mixture of poisons, it looks poisonous, how can you hate green?"

The man tried to persuade Feng Jiuqing, but Feng Jiuqing did not continue to listen to him and interrupted him directly: "What did you say when I asked you a question? If you dare to say one more word, I will cut off your tongue!"

Feng Jiuqing hung the knife over the man's mouth, and the man finally stopped chattering.

"Why did you kill His Majesty?"

"The news we received was that an official from the Ministry of Justice who came from the capital was killed. Who knew that person would be the emperor?"

This statement does match Scar's, but Feng Jiuqing doesn't believe what he said.

"Really? Then why did you want to kill Scar and the others after Scar said that you assassinated the emperor?"

The man waved his hand and said, "Assassinating the emperor is a heinous crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan. If this news leaks out, not only me, but the entire Feihua Tower will be in great trouble. So this news cannot be leaked. Is there anything better than a dead person to keep a secret?"

Everything is logically coherent and seems to be fine, but sometimes, having no problem is the biggest problem.

Feng Jiuqing asked the question for the third time: "Who is your master?"

"I don't know. I only know that he is a noble man in the capital."

There are too many nobles in the capital. After all, if an umbrella falls in the capital, it is possible to kill a seventh-rank official.

Feng Jiuqing continued to ask: "Noble, what kind of noble?"

The man looked at Feng Jiuqing and said, "I have never seen him in person, so I don't know who he is. All our communication was through letters."

"Have you any letter from him?"

"Of course I have it." The man snapped his fingers. "But it's not with me. It's in Feihua Tower. Do you want to go back with me to get it?"

Feng Jiuqing's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood slid from the corner of his mouth: "What did you do again?"

The man smiled and said, "I just urged my little cutie a little. I didn't expect you to be so patient and endure the pain. Then I can only use other methods. How is it? It's a good experience, right? Can you still hold the knife?"

Feng Jiuqing raised the blade and pierced through his shoulder with a "swish".

"what--"

The man let out a shrill scream.

Feng Jiuqing's hand was shaking as he held the hilt of the knife: "It's okay, it's just a knife. I can still lift it if I want to."

"I really underestimated you. You still have the strength until now. I hope you can still be so strong in a while."

Doesn't this guy know who is at a disadvantage? Feng Jiuqing shook his head and was about to draw his knife when he heard the sound of approaching horse hooves.

It should be Yan Er who came. Feng Jiuqing pulled the man up from the ground by the collar: "Give me the antidote, and get out!"

The man knew that the people coming were definitely not from his side, and were most likely soldiers who were looking for Feng Jiuqing. He threw a bottle to Feng Jiuqing and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence: "I will definitely ask you to take back this knife."

"If you don't leave after a breath, I will regret it."

Upon hearing this, the man ran away without a trace.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head and quickly checked his condition. His hair was not messy. How could this be? Feng Jiuqing pulled out the jade hairpin that was holding his hair in place, and his black hair instantly spread out. Then he smeared two handfuls of mud on his face, and fiddled with it for a while, only stopping when he was sure that he looked miserable.

He threw the lily hairpin into the bushes, then pretended to be weak and ran towards the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from.

Soon, a group of people on horseback appeared in front of Feng Jiuqing, and the leader was indeed Mo Ling.

Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes and smiled. When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with tears. He stumbled forward and stopped when he was about to meet Mo Ling.

The wind messed up his hair, but he didn't notice it at all. He just stared at the familiar figure, tears running down his face, fragile and sad: "Ayan."

Mo Ling eagerly turned over and got off the horse, holding the person in his arms: "Qingqing. Are you okay?"