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

"New here, what crime did you commit to get here? Tell us about it."

Feng Jiuqing glanced at a few people. He didn't like to cause trouble, so he said, "I didn't do anything wrong."

"No crime, how is that possible? Do you know what happened to the last person who entered this cell?"

Feng Jiuqing found a corner and leaned against the wall: "I'm not interested in understanding."

"Hey, he has no shame! Boss, how do we deal with him? Tell me."

The man called the boss glanced at Feng Jiuqing and said, "A grown man wearing a veil, he looks like a sissy. Go teach him the rules here."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and the look he gave Feng Jiuqing suddenly became somewhat indescribable: "I've been here for so long, and I haven't seen even a female mosquito. This girl has delicate skin and tender flesh, so she's just the right thing for us brothers to enjoy."

The lackey quickly praised him: "Well said, big brother!"

"As expected of the eldest brother, he thinks differently."

Several people cheered for the eldest brother while approaching Feng Jiuqing with malicious smiles. Feng Jiuqing was already grouchy from getting up, and when he felt sleepy, someone handed him a pillow.

When the group was about to take action, he rolled up his sleeves and said slowly, "Stop making so much noise. How about sewing your mouths shut?"

Several people laughed at him with contempt: "You are still stubborn even when you are about to die. It's obvious that you have never been hit by your brother's fist!"

Feng Jiuqing put his hands in front of his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists, smiled slightly, and the next second he punched the person closest to him and knocked him against the wall.

"Bang!" The man spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Feng Jiuqing dusted off his hands and said, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to be my brother."

The few people who were originally approaching stopped where they were, looking at each other, not daring to take another step forward.

The boss stretched and stood up: "Lian Jiazi? Get out of the way, let me meet him."

Several people immediately made way for the boss and looked at Feng Jiuqing with pity. The man called the boss was not tall, and it was estimated that he was less than 1.75 meters tall, ten centimeters shorter than Feng Jiuqing.

But to be the leader of this group, he must know something, right?

Those people nodded and fawned on the so-called boss with a fawning look on their faces, but when they faced Feng Jiuqing, they put on a smug expression.

"Boy, it's not too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy."

"That's right. Once our boss takes action, I'm afraid you'll die an ugly death."

The boss walked up to Feng Jiuqing and stretched out his hand to lift Feng Jiuqing's collar, but Feng Jiuqing was taller than him, so this posture was a little difficult. But his hand was already out, so he changed the situation and tried to pinch Feng Jiuqing's neck.

Feng Jiuqing turned his head and kicked out. The boss didn't even scream and followed the fate of the previous one.

Feng Jiuqing tilted his head and flexed his wrist: "Are you going to come one by one or all together? I suggest you come together, it will be more convenient for me."

The boss was already lying on the ground, and these people now knew that Feng Jiuqing was a tough guy they couldn't afford to offend. They retreated in fear, not daring to say a word.

"We are so ignorant that we don't know a great man. Please be magnanimous and let us go!"

Feng Jiuqing approached step by step: "Didn't you ask me to kneel down and beg for mercy just now? What's wrong now? Come on together, I can still look up to you."

These people were no match for Feng Jiuqing and soon they were lying on the ground, with their teeth scattered all over the floor.

If your mouth stinks, you should wash it thoroughly, but Feng Jiuqing's way of washing is not very gentle.

The sun was high in the sky, but the prison was still dark. Feng Jiuqing leaned against the wall with his eyes closed to rest, while several other "cellmates" huddled aside with bruised faces and noses, not daring to breathe.

When the master ordered people to open the cell, he was also shocked by the strange atmosphere. No matter how fierce the prisoners were on weekdays, as long as they were thrown into this cell, when they came to pick them up again, they were basically half dead. After that, they didn't have to do anything, and the prisoners were kept obedient.

But how come this one was unscathed, while the prisoner in this cell looked half dead. If he remembered correctly, the innkeeper should be an old man over fifty years old, but why did they capture a young man?

The master narrowed his eyes and said, "Who is the person you arrested?"

The captain was confused and said, "The innkeeper you asked for!"

The master slapped the head of the police in the face and said, "Asshole! The shopkeeper is already in his 50s or 60s. Are you arresting him to tell me that the shopkeeper has regained his youth?"

The captain touched his face and said aggrievedly: "He said he was the innkeeper!"

Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes and folded his hands over his chest: "I am the owner of that inn, why did you arrest me?"

"Master, look, he has admitted it himself. I made no mistake in arresting him."

The master rolled his eyes and said, "Are you really the innkeeper? Weren't you an old man before?"

"He sold it to me, what's the problem?"

Feng Jiuqing was completely different from the previous prisoners. The previous prisoners would burst into tears and crawl when they saw them, begging them to take him out quickly. But Feng Jiuqing seemed to be here to drink tea, and was more leisurely than them.

The master stared at Feng Jiuqing with his eyes drooping: "So, you deliberately disobeyed the orders from above?"

"Order?" Feng Jiuqing tilted his head slightly: "What order?"

The master sneered, "You really won't cry until you see the coffin! Drag him out and use all the punishments here. I wonder if you can still be as stubborn as you are now."

Several yamen runners walked towards Feng Jiuqing, but Feng Jiuqing stood where he was, still with no fear on his face.

"Do you usually do this, and confess under torture?"

The lawyer stroked his goatee and smiled, "You are a stubborn bastard. You won't confess to your crime without torture. This is just the normal case handling process, not a confession under torture. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for pulling out your tongue."

"Whose tongue are you going to pull out?"

A cold and familiar voice reached Feng Jiuqing's ears. Feng Jiuqing smiled provocatively at the master, then fell to the ground in the master's unbelievable eyes: "Don't hit me! I was wrong, don't hit me!"

The bailiffs were already very close to Feng Jiuqing, and the lights in the prison were dim, so the few people who had just entered could not see the situation in the cell clearly, but Feng Jiuqing's cry for mercy was clearly heard by everyone.

Feng Jiuqing succeeded in making himself look miserable in just one second. Soon someone broke in, followed by a fight, and then he was hugged by someone.

The familiar scent of cedar invaded Feng Jiuqing's nostrils. Feng Jiuqing hugged the man back, with a hint of tears in her voice: "Cousin, it's a good thing you came, wuwuwu. It's smelly and dark here, Qingqing is so scared."

Mo Ling softened his voice and soothed him: "Be good, I'm here, don't be afraid."

After comforting the person in his arms, Mo Ling turned very cold when he looked at Wang Jing again: "Sir, is this the misunderstanding you mentioned? If I hadn't arrived earlier, humph. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will definitely report you severely in front of His Majesty!"