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

Mo Ling didn't expect Wang Jing to be so bold as to give him that kind of wine. He leaped across the roof while trying to use his inner strength to force out the drug's effects. But it backfired, and the drug's effects seemed to become even stronger.

The guards at the inn only felt a gust of wind, and the next moment the master's voice came from inside: "Go find a doctor who can cure the disease."

"Yes." The secret guard disappeared immediately.

Feng Jiuqing curled his lips on the roof. Isn’t he already here?

It's totally unnecessary to go to such a long way to see a doctor.

Feng Jiuqing really wanted to go in directly, but he couldn't because he couldn't explain clearly how he knew Mo Ling was back and how he knew he was drugged.

Besides, taking advantage of someone's misfortune would easily make people hate him, so he better be cautious.

Feng Jiuqing quickly returned to his room and pretended to have just woken up from a nap.

He still had to thank Mo Ling, the jealous guy, because because of him, the secret guards didn't dare to enter his room, so he could slip away easily.

When Feng Jiuqing slowly got up and changed his clothes, and then pretended to pass by Mo Ling's room, he happened to meet Bingchen, who looked anxious.

"Sir, something happened to the Lord."

Feng Jiuqing blinked his eyes. He was fine just now. He just ate something he shouldn’t have. What could go wrong?

But he still had to act anxiously: "What's going on? What happened to Ayan?"

Bingchen seemed to find it difficult to speak, but thinking that nothing could happen to the master, he still said: "The master drank that kind of wine. The doctor said that the wine was called drunken lovesickness. There is no other way to cure it. The only way is to have sex with others."

Oh, there is this kind of wine?

Feng Jiuqing couldn't suppress the smile and had to say, it was really, well done!

"The doctor said that if we don't find someone to relieve the pain, the master might explode and die. Even if he doesn't die, he will be left with permanent sequelae."

Bingchen knelt down in front of Feng Jiuqing and said, "The master has a severe mysophobia and will definitely not agree to find anyone else. Young Master, you know that the master must not get into trouble. Bingchen begs you to save the master for the sake of the people of the world."

Feng Jiuqing helped Bingchen up and immediately quickened his pace towards Mo Ling's room: "Even if you don't tell me, I won't let anything happen to A Yan."

"Thank you, sir!"

As Feng Jiuqing walked to Mo Ling's door, a teacup hit the door: "Get lost!"

Bingchen didn't dare to breathe and could only look at Feng Jiuqing pleadingly.

Feng Jiuqing opened the door quickly without any hesitation.

"Get out!"

Mo Ling's angry rebuke did not scare Feng Jiuqing. He continued to move forward and called softly, "Ayan, it's me."

Mo Ling recognized who it was and his voice suddenly softened, no longer furious: "Qingqing?"

Feng Jiuqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Mo Ling's eyes were red, his hair crown was crooked, and beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down his forehead and face to his neck.

The moment he met Feng Jiuqing's gaze, Mo Ling suddenly looked away and said in a cold voice, "Who told you to come? Get out!"

Feng Jiuqing was not afraid at all and walked towards Mo Ling: "No one asked me to come here, I came here on my own initiative."

Mo Ling restrained himself tightly, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Get out! Qingqing, be obedient."

Feng Jiuqing did not retreat but advanced instead. For a moment, the only sounds in the room could be heard were heavy breathing and light footsteps.

Mo Ling felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to stay conscious. There was always a voice in his ear telling him not to suppress himself and to just indulge himself, since Qing Qing was willing anyway.

But even though he was not conscious clearly, he instinctively knew that he must not hurt Qingqing.

His consciousness became increasingly confused. Mo Ling suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed it across his palm. The intense pain allowed him to barely stay awake.

Bright red blood flowed out, quickly dyeing the ground red.

Feng Jiuqing's pupils trembled slightly. He quickly walked to Mo Ling and took out a handkerchief from his arms to bandage him: "What are you doing? Why are you cutting yourself?"

Mo Ling refused Feng Jiuqing's bandaging, and begged in his cold voice: "Get out, Qingqing, I can't control myself anymore, I'm going to hurt you."

Feng Jiuqing quickly tied a beautiful bow for Mo Ling, then snatched the knife and threw it away.

"I'm not afraid, Ayan."

Not only was he not afraid, he was even a little bit looking forward to it. After all, Ayan was the person he had been dreaming about for many years.

Besides, Ayan is impotent, so he won't be the one who gets hurt, so what does he have to worry about?

But considering that it is Ayan's first time, he will be very gentle. After all, he has studied the system specifically and there shouldn't be any problem.

Mo Ling rolled over and pressed Feng Jiuqing to the ground. His red eyes seemed to hold a ferocious beast that was about to break free from its seal and could tear the person to pieces in just a moment.

Mo Ling's heavy breathing hit Feng Jiuqing's face, and sweat ran across the bulging blue veins on his neck. Feng Jiuqing's hand was pinched by him so hard that it hurt: "Aren't you afraid of this?"

Feng Jiuqing approached Mo Ling lovingly: "Don't be afraid, Ayan, I volunteered."

After saying that, he took the initiative to kiss her. Mo Ling couldn't hear anything at the moment and could only kiss back fiercely.

"I gave you a chance, this was your own choice!"

Of course it was my own choice. Feng Jiuqing was about to achieve his long-cherished wish and was in an exceptionally good mood.

However, Feng Jiuqing had not anticipated that happiness would lead to sorrow.

"It's not like that, Ayan, this is not right!"

"Ayan, I should be on top—"

"Mo Ling, fuck your uncle! Aren't you impotent——!"

The night is still long, and nature is full of wonders, with yin and yang dividing the day and night.

When Feng Jiuqing woke up, it was already night, and he was alone. Mo Ling had gone somewhere unknown. Feng Jiuqing moved, and his whole body felt as if it had been run over by a wheel, extremely painful.

Feng Jiuqing had a gloomy face and roared in his heart: "Tongzi, get out here!"

The system appeared in the corner of the room, huddled together and dared not look up.

Feng Jiuqing laughed angrily: "Come on, come on, explain, isn't it said that my martial arts are unmatched in this world? How come I can't break free after being suppressed by Mo Ling?"

The system said weakly: "Ajiu, do you still remember that I am the Nengchen system?"

Feng Jiuqing looked at the system coldly: "So?"

The system didn't dare to look at Feng Jiuqing: "The king's orders cannot be disobeyed. All the effects added by the system are useless to your king."

Feng Jiuqing's voice was emotionless: "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The system curled up: "I have reminded you not to get close to Mo Ling, but I'm sorry, Jiu."

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes and looked at the system: "System, are we still friends?"

"I'm sorry, this rule is there to prevent regicide."

Feng Jiuqing showed no emotion: "Do you think I will kill Mo Ling?"

"No." The system's voice was muffled: "Ajiu. All capable minister systems have this rule. It's not aimed at you."

"I'm sorry, Jiu. I'm sorry!"

Feng Jiuqing asked softly, "If Mo Ling wants to kill me, I cannot disobey the king's order. Can I just stand there and wait to die?"

"No," the system said immediately, "You can escape, unless Mo Ling kills you personally. As long as Mo Ling doesn't kill you personally, you are not restricted. And just because you can't beat him doesn't mean you can't escape. As long as the Qinggong is not offensive, it is not restricted."

Feng Jiuqing said in a faint voice: "Can I still trust you, system?"

The system looked at Feng Jiuqing with its dark blue eyes: "Ajiu."

Feng Jiuqing laughed at himself: "Forget it, system, restore invisible mode, I don't want to see you."