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

Feng Jiuqing said helplessly: "If you get louder, the roof beams will collapse. Besides, it's not a big deal. Is it necessary to get so excited?"

Wen Chu staggered and slid down the wooden chair to sit on the ground. He was dazed, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Feng Jiuqing supported his head with one hand and rubbed his temple. Tsk, another one was shocked.

When he was about to go back to the Lu family, he told Canglang and the other two his identity. Even though they had been with him for many years and had seen many ups and downs, they were still stunned by the news.

Feng Jiuqing stood up and walked to Wen Chu, half squatted down and handed him a cup of tea: "Have a cup of tea to calm your nerves?"

Wen Chu took the tea and drank a sip like a robot, but suddenly he choked and started coughing.

Feng Jiuqing sighed: "Slow down, no one is competing with you for it."

After Wen Chu stopped coughing, he looked at Feng Jiuqing without blinking: "Why did Mr. Lu do that? Why would he abandon such a good person like the Marshal!"

Feng Jiuqing patted his shoulder and said, "Think positively. If he hadn't abandoned me, I might be the Lu Yu now, and I wouldn't be your marshal."

"Tah."

A tear fell to the ground. Feng Jiuqing blinked to make sure he was not seeing things. This man who had not cried after being hit by three arrows on the battlefield was actually crying now.

"How could he do this to you? How could he make you feel so wronged?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled, helped the man up, took out the severance letter from his arms and shook it: "It's all in the past, and thanks to you, I have no relationship with Prime Minister Lu's family anymore."

"You helped me solve a problem that has been bothering me for a long time. Do you want any reward?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled with his eyebrows curved, as if something really happy happened.

If the marshal wanted to give him a reward under normal circumstances, Wen Chu would have been so happy that he would be at a loss as to what to do.

But he did not feel any happiness now. Instead, he felt like he had eaten bitter gourd with too much vinegar, with sourness mixed with bitterness.

Seeing Wen Chu's still gloomy face, Feng Jiuqing teased him deliberately: "Why don't you say anything? Don't you want the reward? If you really don't want it, then I will take it back."

Wen Chu's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly stopped. After a while, he said, "No, since the Marshal has promised Wen Chu, he can't take it back."

Seeing that the person had stopped crying, Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you want?"

Wen Chu looked at Feng Jiuqing deeply, then lowered his head to look at his toes; "I haven't thought about it yet, can you tell the Marshal when you have thought about it?"

Feng Jiuqing nodded: "Of course."

Then he continued, "By the way, Ah Chu, the fact that I am the Grand Tutor cannot be leaked. From now on, I am just the abandoned son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lu Qi. But I have left the Lu family, so you can call me by another name, Ming Qing.

"Mingqing, which two words are they?" Wen Chu raised his eyes and asked.

It was rare to see Wen Chu was eager to learn, Feng Jiuqing opened his mouth to clear up his confusion: "In this life, there are thousands of things, the sun, the moon and you. The sun and the moon are bright, and you are the minister in white." (In this life, there are thousands of things, I love three, the sun, the moon and you. The sun is the morning, the moon is the evening, and you are the morning and the evening - Rabindranath Tagore's "The Song of the Birds")

The reason why he named himself this was because of that poem. He didn't feel a sense of belonging to this era, but he also wanted to be someone's day and night. But this era didn't have that poem, so no one would know his hidden thoughts.

Feng Jiuqing smiled, his loneliness and bitterness buried deep in his heart, not showing at all. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't love, even though he kept telling the system that he was just playing around, but he couldn't hide the feelings in his heart from himself.

He wanted to be Mo Ling's Ming Qing, but he knew it was impossible. Mo Ling was the emperor and was destined to protect Dai Viet. If only he had not allowed Mo Ling to ascend the throne.

But he knew that true love is not an obstacle but an accomplishment, so he chose to fulfill Mo Ling.

He now had what he wanted, although it was different from what he had imagined. He didn't dare to stay with Mo Ling any longer, as he was afraid that he would lose control of himself and take a wrong step, which would lead to a bottomless abyss.

So he ran away after that night. Since there was no way that there would be a good outcome, he decided to get out of it before he got too involved.

"Mingqing! That sounds good!"

Wen Chu didn’t read much and didn’t understand its meaning, but as long as it was the marshal’s name, it sounded nice anyway.

Suizhou, the government prison.

"Bai Yunjin, you are just an assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice. You have neither documents nor imperial edicts from the Ministry of Justice. Why do you arrest me?"

Wang Jing was tied to the rack. A trace of resentment flashed in his triangular eyes. He continued to curse: "I am also a fifth-rank prefect. Even though I don't have the support of the Marquisate behind me like you, you can't go to jail without guilt. My mentor is the current imperial tutor. I had already written a letter to my mentor before I was arrested and brought here."

"If you dare to do anything to me, my teacher will definitely report you. I have passed the palace examination, not the position you got through nepotism. I have scholars from all over the world behind me. Even if they are not as good as your noble family, they can still break your spine!"

Mo Ling's eyes were gloomy, and there was a sense of impending storm.

"Where is he?"

Wang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Mo Ling's face was stern, and his voice was like snow blown off by the winter wind and frost: "Cousin, where did you take me?"

Wang Jing immediately felt wronged: "What cousin? I didn't arrest your cousin!"

"Get started." Mo Ling didn't want to waste time talking.

"what!"

There was a whistling sound of whips mixed with screams and curses. When Wang Jing could no longer curse and began to beg for mercy, Mo Ling finally signaled the secret guards to stop.

"where?"

Wang Jing was breathing heavily and wanted to kneel down to Mo Ling.

"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me! I didn't catch him, it wasn't me!"

Mo Ling placed a white chess piece on the chessboard: "I know it's not you."

Knowing that it was not me, he tortured me to confess! Wang Jing had ten thousand curse words in his mind, but he didn't dare to say a single one.

"I'm asking about the person behind you."

Wang Jing froze immediately. How did he know there was someone behind him? Was he being tricked?

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Mo Ling picked up a black chess piece and said, "Continue." Without even looking at Wang Jing.

There was another whistling sound of whips mixed with screams. Wang Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore: "I said! I said! Stop hitting me!"

Mo Ling signaled the secret guards to stop. Wang Jing took a few deep breaths and said, "It's the Duke of Anguo. I'm a distant relative of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion, so it's inevitable that I've been taken care of a little." But these bastards took the money and didn't do the work, so he has not been transferred back to the capital.

Wang Jing is really shameless. He says that he is a scholar of the upper class and looks down on aristocratic families, but he relies on them.

Mo Ling placed a black chess piece to strangle the white chess piece.

"The Anguo Mansion has indeed been getting worse in recent years, so you gave all the things you dug from the mines to the Anguo Duke?"

He had clearly pushed all the mine matters to Lu Youzhong, so why would Bai Yunjin ask this? Did he know everything?