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

Mo Ling drank it all in one gulp, and Wang Jing filled his glass again with a smile.

This time Mo Ling didn't drink it right away. Instead, he picked up the glass and shook it: "Master Wang, why don't you drink with us?"

Wang Jing quickly poured himself a glass and raised it to Mo Ling: "This glass is for Lord Bai."

Mo Ling shook his glass as a response, and they both drank a few more glasses together.

Wang Jingcai asked, "Why does Lord Bai have to go to Yashan?"

Mo Ling seemed a little drunk, his eyes were a little blurry: "Just take a look."

Wang Jing's face darkened for a moment, then he immediately smiled: "What's so good about a barren mountain? Or does Lord Bai have other plans?"

Mo Ling just smiled and said nothing: "What do you think, Lord Wang?"

Wang Jing asked someone to continue to pour wine for Mo Ling: "Master Bai is young and promising, unlike me, who is still a small prefect at the age of knowing the destiny."

"I have a daughter who is sixteen this year. Although her appearance is not stunning, she is pretty. And I got along well with you right away. Why don't you let my daughter stay with you and be a maid to learn more about everything?"

Mo Ling's face seemed to get even redder, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Isn't it too unfair for Lord Wang's daughter to be Bai's maid?"

A young lady wearing a golden hairpin walked in from outside the door. She was indeed very pretty.

Wang Jing waved to the young lady and said, "It is her blessing in her previous life to be able to serve Master Bai. Ying'er, why don't you come over and meet Master Bai?"

Wang Ying walked to Mo Ling gracefully, glanced at him and then lowered her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Ying'er greets Master Bai."

Feng Jiu stared at Mo Ling, her eyes flashing with fire. With a maid in front and a rich girl behind, this dog governor is really good, he is just trying to dig a girl out of him!

Yan'er, you'd better be sensible, otherwise I really can't guarantee what I will do.

"Miss Wang, please don't be polite." Mo Ling only glanced at Wang Ying and turned to Wang Jing: "Your daughter is indeed as beautiful as a flower, but I am not worthy of her. Please choose another good husband for me, Master Wang."

"I can afford it. Lord Bai is a third-rank official before he turns thirty, and he has the Loyalty and Bravery Marquisate behind him. How can I not afford it? It's my daughter who is marrying above her station. I hope you won't despise me."

"Your Excellency, you may not know that although I am the prefect, my life is very hard! There is a great man named Lu in Suizhou, who is the cousin of the left prime minister. With the support of the prime minister's mansion, he has the final say in Suizhou. He doesn't take small officials like us seriously at all. A few days ago, he forced me to give Ying'er to him as a concubine. He is a little older than me."

"Ying'er is my dearest love. How can I bear to let her go? If Ying'er doesn't follow you, she will have no way to survive."

"How could this happen?" Mo Ling seemed quite angry. "Lord Left Prime Minister has always been an honest official, but he actually allowed his relatives to do such a thing! Don't worry, I will report this matter to His Majesty when I return, and I will definitely seek justice for you."

Wang Jing looked bitter and shook his head immediately: "Master Bai, you can't do that. The Prime Minister is in a high position, and Master Bai has the Marquis' Mansion behind him. The Prime Minister can't do anything about it, but I'm afraid I will be secretly retaliated. If Master Bai really wants to help me, just marry Ying'er, even as a maid."

Wang Jing loves his daughter deeply, and his face shows just the right amount of helplessness and heartache.

Mo Ling remained silent and did not indicate whether he would agree or not.

Seeing that he had not convinced Mo Ling, Wang Jing continued, "The Crow Mountain that you want to go to is also the private property of Mr. Lu. His charity has recruited many martial artists, a large number of whom are in Crow Mountain. Normally, no one is allowed to enter. Even this humble official cannot enter, so this humble official stopped Mr. Bai."

Mo Ling didn't know for a moment whether what Wang Jing said was true or false. After all, he was in tears, his eyes were sincere, and every word seemed to be from the heart.

According to Wang Jing, the silver mine was mined by Lu Youzhong privately, and there might be the shadow of Prime Minister Zuo behind it. But based on Mo Ling's understanding of Prime Minister Zuo, he doesn't seem to be that kind of person. After all, Prime Minister Zuo's wife is a princess. Although she is just a princess with a title and not a real royal bloodline, the dowry given by the royal family is still not small, and there is also a fiefdom. Prime Minister Zuo's mansion does not seem to be short of money.

But it is also possible that Prime Minister Zuo has been lying to him all along. After all, who would complain about having too much money?

"Sir, I really have no other choice. Please save my poor daughter!" Wang Jing cried sincerely, as if he was a father who really loved his daughter.

Wang Ying knelt down in front of Mo Ling with a plop, tears falling from her eyes, looking quite pitiful: "I can do anything, I just want to be a maid and serve you, sir. I hope you will have mercy on me."

For some reason, Feng Jiuqing always felt that Wang Ying looked familiar when she cried.

But, this is moral kidnapping, Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, this father and daughter play really well together, if Wang Jing forces it on Mo Ling, Mo Ling will definitely not accept it, but now the situation is like this, the beauty is crying, plus the father's pleading, it really is a good calculation!

"You get up first."

Mo Ling suddenly saw double in front of his eyes, his breathing became more rapid, a feeling of heat spread throughout his body, and his face became even redder.

Wang Jing smiled imperceptibly, but it was fleeting: "Master Bai is drunk, why doesn't Ying'er help Master Bai go down to rest."

Wang Ying's face lit up with joy, and she immediately stood up to support Mo Ling, with almost half of her body hanging on Mo Ling.

Mo Ling wanted to push Wang Ying away, but for some reason the place where he touched Wang Ying felt particularly cool in the heat, making him want more.

Why is it so hot!

Mo Ling breathed rapidly. No, this little bit of alcohol was not enough to make him drunk. Then why did he seem drunk and his consciousness was a little fuzzy?

"Master Bai, I will take you to rest."

Mo Ling suddenly sobered up when he heard the voice, pushed Wang Ying away, and shouted to the secret guard: "Go back!"

Wang Ying immediately climbed up again, and Mo Ling pushed Wang Ying away again. His originally dark eyes were dotted with bloodshot, and his face was abnormally red.

The secret guards immediately supported Mo Ling and wanted to take him away, but layers of guards appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

"Master Bai looks unwell. It would be best if he rests in the mansion."

The smile on Wang Jing's face was gone: "Ying'er, take Lord Bai down to rest."

"Yes, father."

Wang Ying walked towards Mo Ling. Mo Ling glanced at Wang Jing and said, "How dare you use such a despicable method!"

"How can it be mean?" Wang Jing was not going to admit it: "They are just some health supplements. I just want to make a good relationship with Lord Bai."

"You will regret this." Mo Ling said this and directly repelled the guard in front of him with a palm.

But there were too many guards, and if Mo Ling wanted to get out, he had to knock them all down.

But now it was as if there was a ball of fire in Mo Ling's body, burning him all the time, and he simply didn't have so much time to waste here.

After he repelled the two guards, one of them suddenly staggered forward a few steps, as if he was pushed in front of Mo Ling, and half-knelt on the ground. Mo Ling took the opportunity to use his Qinggong to step on the guard's shoulder and fly onto the roof, then continued to fly away.

Mo Ling's Qinggong was so good that the group of people couldn't catch up with him at all and could only watch him disappear.

Wang Jing was furious: "Isn't Bai Yunjin a civil servant? How can he be a martial artist? If you can't stop a single person, what's the point of me keeping you!"