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

"A pufferfish won't sit in your arms, huh! You don't allow me to do dangerous things, but you yourself are rushing into danger!" Feng Jiuqing looked angry and resentful, and looked away.

Mo Ling gave him a very light kiss on the head, like the snow in early winter, with a hint of coolness.

"Be good and obey."

Obedient? Feng Jiuqing was 99 pounds of rebelliousness. Being obedient was something that never existed for him. He lowered his head and said nothing, looking depressed as if he was extremely wronged.

Mo Ling held her and coaxed her for a long time before Feng Jiuqing smiled again.

After returning home, Feng Jiuqing noticed two very low breathing sounds in the dark.

If I guessed correctly, it should be the secret guards sent by Mo Ling to protect him. I didn't expect that this trip would yield such a big harvest. Originally there was only one secret guard watching him in secret, but now there are three. If he wants to sneak out in the future, it may not be so easy.

It’s not easy to climb the wall, Qingqing sighed.

The sun was shining brightly, and there was an endless stream of guests coming and going in front of the prefectural government's mansion. The crowd was bustling, and piles of gifts were being carried into the mansion in a long line.

As soon as Mo Ling's carriage stopped, Wang Jing and his wife immediately went to greet him and bowed, saying, "Master Bai, your presence truly brings honor to my humble abode!"

Mo Ling smiled and said, "Lord Wang is being modest. Look at the grandeur of the prefect's residence. It is so magnificent that it cannot be described as a humble residence. Look at the lady's silk and satin clothes, pearl hairpins and jade rings, which are not ordinary items. It really opens my eyes."

Mo Ling signaled the guard to hand Mo Ling's gift to Wang Jing: "I heard that today is Madam's birthday. It's just a small gift. I hope Master Wang will not despise it."

Wang Jing's hand froze for a moment as he took the gift box. The next moment, his triangular eyes narrowed into squinting smiles. "Master Bai, thank you for your expense. Your presence here has already given me great honor. How could you be dissatisfied? Master Bai is a distinguished guest. Please go to the inner courtyard and take a seat."

After some false flattery, Mo Ling was brought to a courtyard by his servants. Outside, there was a lot of noise and bustle, but here, there was only one table of banquet. It seemed that Wang Jing had prepared it for him alone. The dishes were more sumptuous than when he was the prince. It seemed that the saying that a clean magistrate could earn 100,000 silver coins in three years was not groundless.

Mo Ling sat alone in the main seat, with a pretty maid serving him food and adding wine.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom, and a group of actors are dancing to the music of the piano. Beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beautiful women are what countless people dream of.

Mo Ling watched the singing and dancing with a calm expression. He knew the dishes on the plate were delicious just by smelling them, but he didn't touch a single bite and just enjoyed the wine.

The maid's eyes were like a pool of autumn water, her figure was graceful, her summer clothes were thin, and her breasts were looming, adding a bit of charm.

But she happened to meet a blind man who would rather look at the lotus flowers swaying in the wind than even look at her.

The housekeeper said that this man was a high-ranking official in the capital, and he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had a noble temperament and it was obvious that he had a very good family background and upbringing. If she could marry him, even if she couldn't become a proper concubine, being a concubine would be better than wasting the rest of her life in this prefectural government.

The maid picked up the silver chopsticks, picked up a crystal clear dish and fed it to Mo Ling, saying softly, "This dish is called Jade Dragon Marrow. The ingredients are extremely rare and delicious. Would you like to try it, my dear guest?"

Feng Jiuqing hid on the roof, the tile in his hand instantly broke into several pieces, and his teeth creaked.

"No wonder you didn't bring me here. It turns out there's someone here with red sleeves and a beautiful lady. I thought Yan'er was pure, but I didn't expect she was like this behind the scenes!"

Mo Ling placed the wine glass on the table with a "bang", neither light nor heavy.

Zheng, the secret guard dressed as a guard at the side drew his sword and put it against the maid's neck: "Step back, the master does not like people to serve him personally."

The maid was frightened by the cold thing on her neck and took a few steps back. The silver chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Feng Jiuqing then put down the rubble in his hand and snorted coldly: "You are smart."

Wang Jing happened to come in at this time: "Oh my, what's going on? Did this maid make Master Bai unhappy? Someone, drag her away!"

The maid's face instantly lost all color, her whole body trembled, and she knelt on the ground with a "bang" and kowtowed repeatedly: "My lord, please spare my life, my lord, please spare my life!"

Two strong guards stepped forward, pinned the maid down and tried to drag her out. The maid's forehead was red and she struggled frantically to break free, but to no avail.

Mo Ling poured himself a glass of wine and said slowly, "It's just a small matter, why should Lord Wang be angry? Today is Madam Wang's birthday. If Bai causes unhappiness, it will be a loss of the greater good."

Wang Jing smiled ingratiatingly at Mo Ling and said, "Master Bai is right."

Then he glanced at the maid, who was shaking even more violently, and Wang Jing said, "Let's spare her for now today, why don't you leave."

The two guards let go of the maid, who immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Mo Ling: "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

Feng Jiuqing turned the rubble in his hand. What did this dog governor do to the servants in the mansion? Why were these servants afraid of him? That's right, how good can a dog official who can take human lives be on weekdays?

Wang Jing sat across from Mo Ling, smiling broadly, as if the previous friction had never happened. He glanced at the dishes in front of Mo Ling and said, "This dish doesn't suit Lord Bai's taste. Someone, ask the kitchen to bring another dish!"

"Yes." Someone quickly took the order and retreated.

"No need. Bai has a poor appetite today. Sir Wang, please don't bother."

"So that's how it is," Wang Jing looked at the master with his triangular eyes, and then the master hurriedly retreated.

"I heard that Lord Bai is going out to relax," Wang Jing asked casually.

Mo Ling put down his wine glass: "Well, Lord Wang wants to go too?"

Wang Jing laughed and said, "I am very happy to go with Lord Bai. But I heard that Lord Bai wants to go to Yashan, which is a very unlucky place. We have a Yuanyang Lake outside Suizhou City. It is not only beautiful but also very effective. Lord Bai, why don't you go to Yuanyang Lake instead?"

Mo Ling took a sip of wine and declined, "No need. Bai likes places like Yashan. Besides, I am an official appointed by the court. No bad luck dares to get close to me."

Wang Jing took the wine pot handed over by the master, stood up and walked to Mo Ling, and added to Mo Ling: "I see that Lord Bai is a wine lover. It just so happens that I have a pot of sixteen-year-old girl's red wine here. Sir, would you like to try it?"

Mo Ling glanced at Wang Jing calmly, then put the wine glass to his nose and sniffed: "It smells rich."

Then he drank it in one gulp: "Good wine!"

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but throw the rubble in his hand at Mo Ling's head. He dared to drink anyone's wine. It was all in vain that he was taught in the upper study room! What if this dog prefect poisoned the wine? There would be no way to save him. Then Feng Jiuqing would have worked hard for twenty years and would be back to the starting point in one day.

Wang Jing filled Mo Ling's glass again: "Another one?"