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

"So you were lying to me just now, huh? You know that this is a crime of deceiving the emperor."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes dodged: "How can the relationship between Qingqing and Ayan be called a lie?"

There was something indescribably dangerous in Mo Ling's smile: "Really? Did Qingqing dream about me?"

"Uh——" Feng Jiuqing was rarely stuck. Was he going to compete with the cat for this?

"Why, no?" Mo Ling tucked Feng Jiuqing's scattered hair behind her ears.

"Of course! After all, you dream about what you think about during the day, so of course I will dream about A'Yan." Feng Jiuqing's eyes were firm, and he was almost about to swear to the sky.

Mo Ling trapped the person and approached him: "But I have never heard Qingqing call my name in a dream."

"That's because I care about A'Yan." Feng Jiuqing said nonsense seriously.

Mo Ling's lips curled up into a smile, and he placed his hand on Feng Jiuqing's chest: "I really want to dig it out to see if Qingqing is lying to me."

"It's better not to do it. Only if you keep it in there will it beat for A'yan. A'yan, can you bear to do it?" Feng Jiuqing felt that something was wrong with Mo Ling today. When he spoke just now, it seemed that he really wanted to dig out his heart.

Mo Ling stared at Feng Jiuqing's face for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled. He took back the hand that had been placed on Feng Jiuqing's chest: "Qingqing is right. I still prefer Qingqing who knows how to smile."

Is Mo Ling okay? Don't we really need to send a doctor to check him out?

A trace of worry flashed in Feng Jiuqing's eyes: "Ayan, are you okay?"

Mo Ling did not answer. He let go of Feng Jiuqing, sat down, poured a cup of tea, took a sip and asked softly, "Qingqing, can you play chess?"

Of course, he is also half of Mo Ling's Go teacher.

But people can act, but it is difficult to change the style of chess, and it is easy to be exposed if you are not careful.

"will not."

Feng Jiuqing blocked this road directly from the source.

"Come here, I will teach you."

Because Mo Ling loves playing chess, and Qianyuan Palace is also his bedroom, there must be Go.

Feng Jiuqing sat opposite Mo Ling, pretending to know nothing, waiting for Mo Ling to teach him how to play chess.

It must be said that Mo Ling was indeed a good teacher, and his teaching was much more detailed than when he first taught Mo Ling. But he didn't want to play chess with Mo Ling, so no matter how Mo Ling taught him, he only followed one principle: if he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it.

But Mo Ling's patience was surprisingly good today. Even though he made random moves, Mo Ling still played three games with him. During the fourth game, Mo Ling suddenly asked him, "I heard that Qingqing is the son of Old Lady Shen?"

"Ah?" Feng Jiuqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head after reacting: "Old Lady Shen recognized the wrong person. Qingqing probably looks a lot like her son. It's not surprising that people have similarities and things have the same things."

"Just that?" Mo Ling's eyes fell on the chessboard, not looking at Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "Of course, could it be possible that Qingqing is really the son of Old Lady Shen? Qingqing has reached adulthood this year, and the old lady is already in her eighties or nineties, there is a difference of more than sixty years between us."

Mo Ling nodded and said, "I will accompany you to see Old Lady Shen tomorrow. Old Duke Shen and his family have devoted their lives to the country. Old Lady Shen is old now, so let's just fulfill her wish."

"When I was young, Old Lady Shen often came to the palace. If she hadn't protected me, I'm afraid I wouldn't know where I would be now. It's reasonable for me to go with you."

"it is good."

Feng Jiuqing nodded, thinking that perhaps this could be considered the ancient version of meeting the parents?

……

Feng Jiuqing was sitting in the carriage, leaning against Mo Ling and dozing off, while Mo Ling was reading a book. The carriage was shaking along the way, and Feng Jiuqing went from leaning against Mo Ling to lying on his legs and dozing off, while Mo Ling hardly moved, not only holding the book in his hand steadily, but also reading it seriously.

As expected of an emperor, he could remain calm even under pressure, let alone this small carriage. Feng Jiuqing praised Mo Ling in his heart, and then continued to play badly. He was retired anyway, and it was very immoral to take advantage of a retired old man.

Even though Old Madam Shen came back yesterday and told her youngest son, who had just returned from Lucheng, that Dalang would come back to see her the next day, Duke Shen Yi did not take it seriously at all. After all, his eldest brother had been dead for more than 40 years, so how could he return to the Duke's Mansion?

He came back this time mainly to send his nephew back for his sister, and then to visit Old Lady Shen and her wife and children. Even though Old Lady Shen wanted to make cabbage buns early the next morning, Shen Yi just thought that his mother missed his elder brother, so he let her do what she wanted.

It was not until the doorman informed him that a distinguished guest was coming, and he came at the invitation of Old Lady Shen.

Shen Yi was furious on the spot. What kind of person is this? His eldest brother has been dead for more than 40 years. Who is so wicked as to use his eldest brother to deceive his mother? He doesn't stay in Beijing often, so are all the scammers in Beijing so arrogant?

He actually dared to trick him into coming to the Shen Guo Mansion. If he doesn't teach him a lesson that he will remember for the rest of his life, he will be doing a disservice to the Shen Guo Mansion!

Shen Yi's eyebrows frowned, he wrapped the black iron whip around his waist, and walked out of the door with a dozen palace soldiers behind him, looking aggressive.

There was a carriage parked in front of the door. There was no sign on it and it was impossible to tell where it came from.

Shen Yi frowned, looking quite ferocious.

"Are you the one that the old lady invited to the Duke's Mansion? I heard that you are the eldest brother of this Duke who passed away more than forty years ago?"

A hand stretched out from the carriage, with long fingers, and it was obvious that he was not a regular worker. This kind of liar made a living by cheating, how could he work? He only wanted to get something for nothing, so I'll teach him a lesson today!

Shen Yi put his hand on the handle of the whip, waiting for the man to get off the carriage so that he could whip him all over the head.

Didn't he want to be his elder brother? He would send him to meet his elder brother so that he would know that the Shen Guogong Mansion was not a place that any evildoer could cheat!

"Why is Lord Shen so angry? Does he not welcome me?"

The voice seemed familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before? Could it be that this was a scam by someone I knew?

Shen Yi became even angrier and held his hands around his waist even tighter.

All the curtains were lifted up. Shen Yi was ready to strike. The moment the man came out, he swung the whip in the air.

Along with the sound of breaking air, there was also Shen Yi's roar: "My eldest brother has been dead for more than 40 years. How dare you, a thief, use him to cheat? I will beat you to death!"

As soon as Mo Ling got out of the carriage, he was lashed with a whip. Everything happened so fast that his secret guards had no time to stop Shen Yi.

In a flash, a figure suddenly flashed out of the carriage, and he jumped off the carriage, barely avoiding it. The whip finally hit the carriage, and the frightened horse suddenly ran wildly, taking the carriage all the way, raising a cloud of dust.

Mo Ling had a blank expression on his face, and his dark eyes looked at Shen Yi. The pressure from the emperor almost made Shen Yi breathless.

When Shen Yi saw Mo Ling's face clearly, his original anger turned into horror. How could it be His Majesty? He knelt on the ground with a thud, and Feng Jiuqing felt pain for him.

"This humble minister deserves death!"

Before Mo Ling could say anything, Feng Jiuqing spoke first: "We'll talk about whether or not to die later. Why don't you get someone to stop the carriage! The morning market hasn't dispersed yet. If pedestrians on the street run into a carriage, they'll really die!"

Before Feng Jiuqing finished speaking, Mo Ling gave a look and the secret guards immediately rushed out to stop the carriage.

After hearing this, Shen Yi immediately jumped up and hurriedly chased after the carriage with a group of guards behind him.

For some reason, Feng Jiuqing felt that his uncle, whom he met for the first time, was not very smart. Even if he wanted to beat up a liar, he had to see the person clearly before beating him. If he dared to beat up a liar without even seeing the person clearly, he would not be afraid of beating up the wrong person.