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

Feng Jiuqing said in a hoarse voice: "No."

Mo Ling nodded calmly: "Okay."

Mo Ling did not stay long and went to court early. Feng Jiuqing slept until the sun rose high in the sky.

Today's breakfast was still extremely rich. Feng Jiuqing faintly heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva in the dark. He smiled and shook his head: "Come out and get some to eat. I can't finish it all by myself anyway."

Nothing happened.

Feng Jiuqing didn't care, but not long after, a dark shadow flashed out. It was a handsome young man who swept away the food on the table at the speed of whirlwind.

Feng Jiuqing simply watched him eat. Not bad, it was very much like how he ate when he was at the border. But eating too fast was not good for the stomach, and he would suffer when he got older.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Soon the table was like a swarm of locusts, leaving only some crumbs.

Seeing how hungry the child was, Feng Jiuqing shook his head and was about to ask someone to come in and clean up, but the person who used to leave after eating actually said something to him, "You said something different from what they said."

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why is it different?"

The young man blinked and whispered, "They said you are a bad person."

"Who are they?" Feng Jiuqing was not angry, and asked with a smile.

It was obvious at first glance that the boy had never experienced the intrigues of the outside world and looked naive, and he looked like someone who could be easily deceived.

"There are many other commanders." The young man said seriously.

It seems that he doesn't have a very good reputation.

Feng Jiuqing asked again: "Then do you think I am a bad person?"

"I don't know. If the commander thinks you are a bad person, then you are a bad person. But you give me food, so you don't seem like a bad person."

The boy seemed a little confused himself, his eyes were filled with bewilderment.

"You have to judge for yourself whether he is a bad guy or not, young man. Go back quickly, they will be coming in soon." Feng Jiuqing smiled gently and kindly.

The young man flashed and disappeared on the beam again. Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes. Such a simple secret guard was probably sent to protect him because his martial arts skills were high enough. After all, the palace was Yan'er's territory. As long as he was protected from assassinations, high martial arts skills were enough.

But the leader of the secret guards thought he was a bad guy. It was interesting. No wonder this little secret guard was unwilling to come out when the Queen Mother was there that day.

Mo Ling has two secret guards around him. One is the Qianlong Guard, which he trained for Mo Ling. The commander-in-chief of the secret guard is Jiazi. The other is the Yinlong Guard, which is a secret guard of emperors of all dynasties and is only loyal to the emperor.

The young guard just now was the Hidden Dragon Guard, and the leader of the Hidden Dragon Guard, Yan Yiran, was more trusted by Mo Ling than Jiazi. After all, Jiazi was given to Mo Ling by him, and Mo Ling could not be completely at ease, especially after he learned that he was the one who kidnapped King Nancheng.

Although he was just a scapegoat, judging from Mo Ling's behavior, he should still be wary of him as the Grand Tutor and Ming Qing. Even though the whole capital knew that His Majesty was extremely fond of Your Majesty Ming Qing, Feng Jiuqing knew that Mo Ling did not completely trust him, otherwise he would not have sent only the Hidden Dragon Guards to protect him.

It's probably not just protection, but also surveillance. However, after all, he still has his connections in the palace, so even if he's being monitored by the Hidden Dragon Guards, he can still communicate with the outside world, it's just not that convenient.

Just as Feng Jiuqing was thinking, a young eunuch hurried in and reported: "Sir, there is a lady outside the palace who wants to see you."

"No." Feng Jiuqing immediately refused and sighed in his heart. What was going on?

Although he is now Mo Ling's only partner, he is a man after all. Why are these ladies rushing to see him?

When the young eunuch was about to leave, Feng Jiuqing suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait, who is coming this time?"

"The old lady from Duke Shen's mansion."

If he remembered correctly, Old Lady Shen must be in her eighties or nineties. She came to see him at such an old age. Was it just to get close to him? Forget it. It was rare for someone of her age to enter the palace. She might as well meet him.

"Let the old lady in."

Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath and made sure that there was nothing wrong with his appearance and clothing before he felt relieved. After all, Old Lady Shen was not Prime Minister Lu, so he had to dress normally, so as not to accidentally anger others.

Soon, a young girl supported a gray-haired old woman into the Qianyuan Hall and stopped about three steps away from Feng Jiuqing.

"Your Highness, your humble servant greets you!"

Before the old lady knelt down, Feng Jiuqing immediately stepped forward and helped her up: "Old lady, there is no need to be polite.

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Old Madam Shen is old and her eyesight is not very clear. When she first entered the Qianyuan Hall, she only felt that this noble man looked familiar from afar. When someone came to help her, she finally saw the man's appearance clearly and was stunned for a moment.

She grabbed Feng Jiuqing with trembling hands, and her hot tears dripped down and hit Feng Jiuqing's hands: "Da Lang, are you here to see your mother?"

Feng Jiuqing was rarely able to react and was hugged by Old Lady Shen. He could only freeze in place and dared not move at all.

"Da Lang, after decades, you finally came to see your mother!"

The young girl at the side was stunned for a long time when she saw how excited Old Madam Shen was. It took her a long time to react and she tried to ask Old Madam Shen to let go of Feng Jiuqing.

"Grandmother, this is your Majesty's prince, not your uncle! Please let him go!"

Old Lady Shen stroked Feng Jiuqing's face carefully and said, "Nonsense! Can't I recognize my own son? This is my Dalang!"

Feng Jiuqing could only comfort Old Lady Shen: "Don't cry, meeting each other is a happy event, you should smile."

"Okay, okay, mother is smiling, Dalang. I haven't seen you for decades, and you are still as young as you were back then. I am old now, but I have no regrets as I can see you again before I die."

Feng Jiuqing smiled, and in the extremely shocked eyes of the girl, he pulled Old Lady Shen to sit down.

Old Madam Shen held Feng Jiuqing and talked for a long time. Feng Jiuqing did not show any impatience and occasionally responded with a few words.

As the sky gradually darkened, Old Lady Shen insisted on taking Feng Jiuqing back to the Shen Mansion to make him his favorite cabbage buns. Feng Jiuqing wanted to go, but Mo Ling was not there. If he went back with Old Lady Shen, he would probably be caught before leaving the palace.

Finally, Feng Jiuqing repeatedly promised that she would go to see Old Lady Shen the next day, and Old Lady Shen went back obediently. Before leaving, she also asked Feng Jiuqing to remember to go back and see her.