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

"Yes."

The system disappeared from Feng Jiuqing's sight, but he did not return to the system space, he was still in the room. The system was thinking that maybe he knew what regret was, but it seemed useless, Ah Jiu must be very angry.

Even so, Ajiu did not take back his body. His body was exchanged by Feng Jiuqing with points, just because he said that he wanted to see the outside world. If Feng Jiuqing canceled it, he would have to stay in the system space forever and would never be able to come out, because the system did not have the authority to exchange bodies, even with points.

But he seemed to have betrayed Ajiu's trust. Although Ajiu did like to tease him sometimes, he had never hated Ajiu. Ajiu had always been his friend.

Feng Jiuqing felt pain all over his body, it was all because of Mo Ling, a beast who knew nothing but brute force!

He was also deliberately made to think that the animal was impotent, so that the city gate would be easily lost.

After all, he underestimated Mo Ling, and it was not unfair that he fell into his hands. He just regarded it as a bite from a dog.

Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath and stood up, then fell back onto the quilt with a thump. His legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily.

Feng Jiuqing cursed "animal" again, stood up with gritted teeth, moved to Mo Ling's desk and quickly wrote twelve big words, then angrily drew a turtle, wrote Mo Ling's name on the turtle's head, and walked away.

Bingchen came forward and said, "Sir, are you awake?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't respond and moved back to his room step by step.

Mo Ling didn't want to leave, but he had to go because he had something to do. Before he left, he told Bingchen to send someone to notify him as soon as Qingqing woke up. Even so, he rushed back immediately after receiving the news, which took him more than half an hour.

Not knowing whether Qingqing would be angry, Mo Ling felt somewhat uncertain. After being drugged, he could not control himself and went a little too far.

However, when he opened the door, he found that the person in his room was not there at all, so he called Bingchen: "Where is Qingqing?"

Bingchen hesitated, "The young master has returned to his room. My Lord, I think the young master looks unhappy. He didn't eat, didn't talk to anyone, and seemed to be very angry."

Mo Ling didn't say anything and went straight to Feng Jiuqing's room, but he didn't dare to open the door directly. He bent his fingers and knocked on the door, his voice so gentle that it was almost unlike his real self: "Qingqing, open the door."

There was no sound coming from inside for a long while. Mo Ling frowned slightly. Could it be that Qingqing had fallen asleep?

But Qingqing hasn't eaten for a day, how can this be possible?

But will it disturb Qingqing if I go in now?

To open the door or not to open the door, Mo Ling never thought that one day he would be struggling with such a question.

Forget it, I'd better not disturb you.

Mo Ling turned around and went back to his room. Just as he was about to mark the papers, he found a special piece of paper on the table. On it was written: The tool is big, the work is rotten, the skills are strange, the technique is poor, the person is naive, and the addiction is big!

The force of the words was so strong that it could be seen through the back of the paper. It was obvious how angry the writer was. Especially since there was a turtle with his name on it drawn below! Mo Ling could already imagine someone's face puffed up like a pufferfish, looking at the paper angrily.

What do these words mean? He has never seen such a record in any book. So Mo Ling decided to summon Ding Mao, the most knowledgeable of all the secret guards, to ask about the meaning of these eight words.

Ding Mao exuded a scholarly air. After listening to Mo Ling's question, he still looked confused. On the contrary, Bingchen next to him couldn't help but laugh.

Two pairs of cold eyes fell on Bingchen at the same time. Bingchen stood up straight immediately, not daring to move at all.

Mo Ling asked coldly: "Do you know what these words mean?"

Bingchen nodded first and then shook his head, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Speak!" Mo Ling said briefly.

Bingchen suddenly half-knelt on the ground and said, "My Lord, please forgive me. I heard Miss Tianqing beside you say that people who are good at chickens have strong addictions. It seems to mean that a person who is very similar to chickens will also be addicted. Maybe you want to eat chickens?"

In fact, what Tianqing said at that time was that a newbie had a strong addiction.

Mo Ling immediately ordered Bingchen to buy some chicken and make soup for Feng Jiuqing.

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

On the other side, Feng Jiuqing, who was lying in the carriage with sore body, sneezed. Who is scolding him? He is so miserable, why are there still unscrupulous people scolding him!

Alas, he never thought that Feng Jiuqing would one day meet the wrong person and be deceived by him. Hiss, Mo Ling is such a jerk!

It was dawn, and Mo Ling was waiting in front of Feng Jiuqing's door early, but there was no movement inside.

Mo Ling put his hand down again and said softly, "Go and invite Miss Tianqing over."

"Yes." Bingchen took the order and left.

A quarter of an hour later, Bingchen still hadn't returned, and Mo Ling vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Soon Bingchen appeared in front of Mo Ling in a hurry: "Master, Miss Tianqing is not in the inn, and the secret guards did not see her leave."

Mo Ling paused on his way back, turned around and pushed open Feng Jiuqing's door.

"Qingqing!"

But there was no one inside!

"Didn't I ask you to look after Qingqing? Where is she?"

Mo Ling's voice was not loud, but it made Bingchen and the others tremble in their hearts.

Several figures flew down from the roof and knelt on the ground: "Master, please forgive me. The three of us took turns to protect you, and we never saw you go out."

Mo Ling pinched his brows and said in a chilling voice, "Look for her, even if I have to turn Suizhou City upside down, I will find her for me!"

"Yes!"

Completely different from Suizhou where there was a panic, the capital was peaceful except for the Left Prime Minister's Mansion.

"What happened, Lord Xiang?"

Princess Lan Shu placed the mung bean soup on the desk, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Madam is here, don't worry, it's not a big deal." Left Prime Minister Lu Changxing said with a more relaxed expression.

"Why is the Prime Minister so worried? What happened? I heard that His Majesty just issued a handwritten order to the Prime Minister?"

Lu Changxing sighed, "I have seen countless people, but I didn't expect that I would make a mistake in judging someone close to me. I almost made a big mistake."

Princess Lanshu smoothed the wrinkles between Lu Changxing's eyebrows and said, "But which relative is that? What did that person do to make the Prime Minister so troubled?"

Lu Changxing held her hand and asked softly, "Madam, do you still remember that there is a cousin Lu Youzhong in Suizhou, my hometown, who is about the same age as me?"

Princess Lanshu pondered for a moment and said, "I have some impression. I remember Qi was sent to him temporarily for care. I would send money to him every year."

Lu Changxing nodded: "This man was so bold as to secretly mine silver and collude with the Suizhou government to kill people. Your Majesty was furious and ordered the extermination of his entire clan. Although he is a distant cousin, he and my husband grew up together, so our friendship is quite deep."

"A few days ago, he wrote a letter to me, saying that the Minister of Justice Bai Yunjin was bullying others by taking advantage of his power. Not only did he not seek justice for his son, but he also bullied him. So I not only impeached the innocent Minister Bai, but also wrote a letter to reprimand him."

"When Your Majesty sent all the evidence to me, I realized that Lu Youzhong had been using the power of the Prime Minister's Office to bully the people. I feel so ashamed of my late emperor and Your Majesty!"