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

Imperial Palace, Qianyuan Hall.

Feng Jiuqing was trapped in a chair by Mo Ling, looking weak, innocent and pitiful, and the tassel earrings on her ears were held in someone's hands and played with carefully.

"Qingqing, don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

Mo Ling looked very calm, as if he was just chatting casually.

What else can I say now that you have caught me here? Besides, I have done a lot of things. Which one do you want me to talk about?

Feng Jiuqing blinked and admitted her mistake: "Qingqing knows I was wrong."

"Wrong?" Mo Ling paused while playing with the tassels, with a hint of confusion between his eyebrows: "Why don't I see what Qingqing did wrong? How could Qingqing do something wrong?"

Although Mo Ling's voice was very gentle, Feng Jiuqing still felt a chill behind his back. He felt that there was a hint of madness in Mo Ling's calmness.

"Qingqing shouldn't have forgotten to write to Ayan to let him know you're safe. It's all Qingqing's fault for making Ayan worry."

Feng Jiuqing looked extremely regretful, as if he had done something particularly wrong.

"Heh." Mo Ling chuckled. "I'm not related to Qingqing, why would Qingqing need to write to me? Besides, after not seeing you for a month, I see that Qingqing looks much better than when she was in Suizhou. I think she must have had a good time this month."

If I had known I would be caught, I should have run away early!

Oh my god, which link gave rise to the false news that caused him to be caught by Mo Ling!

"No, Qingqing has missed A'yan every day in this month. Qingqing has even lost weight." Feng Jiuqing lied seriously.

"Really?" Mo Ling stretched out his hand and pinched Feng Jiuqing's cheek: "Why do I feel that Qingqing has become a lot rounder."

"Is it possible that this is an illusion?" Feng Jiuqing whispered.

Mo Ling nodded seriously: "Yes, Qingqing is right, it must be an illusion. So Qingqing thought about me day and night, but didn't write a letter, and left before I returned to Beijing. Are these also illusions?"

Feng Jiuqing shrank back: "That should be it?"

Mo Ling lifted Feng Jiuqing's chin and said, "Qingqing, do you think I should believe what you said?"

Feng Jiuqing was so aggrieved that her eyes were filled with tears: "Qingqing is telling the truth. If Ayan doesn't believe it, Qingqing can do nothing about it."

"truth?"

Mo Ling moved closer until Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with him, then he said slowly, "Have you ever told me the truth, qingqing?"

There are still some truths, such as the sentence "I like you", which is true.

Feng Jiuqing lowered her eyes and didn't look at Mo Ling: "What does Ayan mean? When has Qingqing ever lied to Ayan?"

Mo Ling withdrew his hand and looked down at Feng Jiuqing: "Qingqing, deceiving the emperor is a serious crime, but Qingqing is mine, so I am willing to give you another chance. Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Feng Jiuqing's tears fell from his face one by one onto the ground. He looked up at Mo Ling stubbornly and said, "Whatever A Yan wants to hear, Qingqing will tell you."

Mo Ling reached out and wiped away the tears on Feng Jiuqing's face, with a hint of smile on his lips: "You cry so beautifully, I really want Qingqing to keep crying."

Feng Jiuqing almost cried and got a stitch in the side. When did Mo Ling develop this hobby? How come he didn't know? Should he continue crying now? He felt that if he continued crying, Mo Ling would gradually become abnormal.

"You can say anything, I'm listening." Mo Ling had a sick smile on his face.

Help, help! Mo Ling was a novice before. He would listen to whatever he said. How come he became like this in just one year?

"Qingqing, are you not going to tell me?" Mo Ling's smile faded, his face so calm that no emotion could be seen.

Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath, lowered his head and whispered: "Qingqing had already arrived in the capital after being rescued by the Grand Tutor's people. Qingqing was in a trance due to revisiting the old place for a while, and forgot to write a letter to Ayan."

"Qingqing is not the son of an imperial censor, but an abandoned child of Prime Minister Lu's mansion. When he returned home and saw Prime Minister Lu for the first time, he was sent to General Wen's mansion. A Yan, do you still remember the imperial decree that General Wen asked for? Send the young master of the Prime Minister's mansion to be disciplined by General Wen for a month."

Mo Ling said calmly, "That's right. So you were sent by Prime Minister Lu to replace Lu Yu?"

"Yes, but after entering the general's mansion, General Wen sympathized with Qingqing's situation and did not embarrass Qingqing. He let Qingqing leave after the time was up."

Seeing Feng Jiuqing lowering his head, Mo Ling reached out and pinched Feng Jiuqing's chin, forcing him to raise his head. Feng Jiuqing's eyes were red and full of grievance, but Mo Ling did not show any mercy, and just said lightly: "I heard that Wen Chu is a homosexual?"

Feng Jiuqing immediately understood what Mo Ling had not said: "That is true, but General Wen has always treated Qingqing with courtesy and has not done anything out of the ordinary. Qingqing and General Wen are old acquaintances. Qingqing has met General Wen at the Grand Tutor's residence. If A Yan doesn't believe it, you can ask General Wen to confront you."

Mo Ling remained calm, brushing his fingers across Feng Jiuqing's brows, "Even with Qingqing's beauty, Wen Chu is not moved at all? It seems that my General Wen is not interested in beauty."

He didn't know whether Wen Chu was a beauty or not, but Wen Chu would never dare to disobey him. Feng Jiuqing laughed at himself: "If A Yan thinks there is something shameful between Qing Qing and General Wen, Qing Qing has no way to refute it. But Qing Qing has a clear conscience. In this life, except for A Yan, Qing Qing has never had any intimacy with anyone."

In this regard, Mo Ling actually believed Feng Jiuqing, but the general's mansion was full of rumors, and every word said that Feng Jiuqing was the general's wife, so Mo Ling couldn't help but have some doubts.

Although he knew that Feng Jiuqing was good at martial arts, and he also heard rumors from people in the general's mansion that Wen Chu had been defeated by Feng Jiuqing, he didn't know whether Wen Chu was really defeated or pretended to be defeated in order to win Feng Jiuqing's heart.

"Stay away from them, Qingqing, you are mine." There was a hint of paranoia in Mo Ling's black eyes, and his hand passed across Feng Jiuqing's lips with a hint of punishment.

I belong to no one but myself.

Feng Jiuqing has never thought of belonging to anyone. After all, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall, and if you rely on the water, the water will flow away, not to mention the illusory feelings or the feelings based on lust.

But people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

"Qingqing knows, does A Yan think Qingqing is someone who can be with just anyone?" Feng Jiuqing looked straight at Mo Ling with a little hurt in his eyes.

Mo Ling gently rubbed the cinnabar at the corner of Feng Jiuqing's eye: "Why me? What do I have that deserves your kindness? Is it because I am the emperor of Great Yue?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled until tears kept falling from her eyes. "So, Ayan thinks Qingqing is someone who is after wealth and glory? But Ayan, with Qingqing's looks, if she wanted wealth and glory, wouldn't that be easy? Three years ago, when Qingqing forced Nanzhao to retreat and became famous, she only needed to wave her hand and people who wanted to get Qingqing would be like crucian carp crossing the river, countless."

"Even if it's that extremely cold Grand Tutor, if you want, you can still hook up with him, right?"