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

That night, Feng Jiuqing slept for a long time during the day and had no desire to sleep at night. He was reading a freshly published storybook by candlelight.

Feng Jiuqing was watching intently when he heard a sound of wind coming from the open window and the next moment a man jumped in.

Feng Jiuqing's interest in reading was suddenly interrupted and he was in a bad mood. He was about to kick the person out, but when he saw the person's face, or to be more precise, his eyes, he suddenly retracted his foot.

"Commander, it was a close call. We almost couldn't get it back." Feng Jiuqing complained to the system about the thrilling moment.

Just as Feng Jiuqing was complaining, the candlelight in the room suddenly went out, and the man came behind him, with an extremely sharp sword on his neck: "Shut up, dare to say a word, die."

At this time, the shouts and footsteps of the security guards were heard outside, and the originally quiet backyard of Xitai Tower suddenly became lively and noisy.

Hearing the familiar low voice behind him, Feng Jiuqing sighed and spoke in a soft tone: "Brother Guike, if your sword gets any closer, my neck will be scratched."

"Qingqing?"

Feng Jiuqing carefully pulled away the sword from his neck, took a few steps forward to close the window, and returned to the couch to draw the curtain. He smelled a faint smell of blood mixed with the sandalwood in the room, which was impossible to detect without careful observation.

"Is my dear brother injured?"

Before Mo Ling could answer, the voice of the guard came from outside: "Captain, Captain, there are thieves in the courtyard. For your safety, please open the door and let us check."

The maid Tianqing's voice sounded at the same time: "Who are you? You dare to break into the leader's room? Are you trying to kill yourself? Get out!"

"It is our duty, please forgive me."

The leading guard said this and motioned his men to go forward and open the door.

Tianqing remembered that Feng Jiuqing had told her that she needed to hide her strength in Xitai Tower, so she did not dare to reveal her martial arts and was soon pushed aside by the guards.

Feng Jiuqing immediately hid Mo Ling under the quilt and lowered the curtain.

"Oh!"

Before Feng Jiuqing could say anything, the door was opened.

A group of guards approached with torches in hand. Feng Jiuqing's expression was cold, and the moment he spoke, it was as if he had opened his mouth and it was like ice that had not melted for a thousand years: "How dare you! Who allowed you to come in? Get out!"

The leading guard was stunned for a moment, but continued to approach without giving up: "There is a thief breaking in, please open the curtain so that we can check."

The firelight was getting closer and closer. Although the quilt was too large to tell how many people were on the couch, once it was lifted, Mo Ling would be visible behind him.

Feng Jiuqing pulled out the long sword from under the pillow, held it in his hand, and pointed the sword through the curtain at the group of people who wanted to get closer.

Feng Jiuqing's voice became even colder: "You can just enter my room whenever you want? If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill you!"

"You all forgot the lesson from last time, right? Why don't you use you as a sacrifice to my sword this time? If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Although the new leader has only been here for a few days, everyone knows that he has a bad temper. Last time, a daring guard tried to take advantage of the leader, and the leader chopped off his two arms. The host not only did not punish the leader, but also praised him for his bravery.

Originally someone had bad intentions by using the thief, but now he was scared back by Feng Jiuqing.

"Do you want me to personally escort you?" Feng Jiuqing's sinister voice rang in everyone's ears, frightening the guards so much that they collectively took a step back and left in panic: "Excuse me, Chief Leader, please don't mind us rough guys, we'll leave right away."

The last person to leave even closed the door considerately.

After confirming that everyone had left, Feng Jiuqing got off the bed, locked the door, lit a candle, and took out a golden wound medicine from the drawer. His eyes were full of heartache and worry: "Where is the guest brother injured?"

Mo Ling looked at the person in front of him with some complicated feelings. The cold and ruthless Qingqing just now was very different from the Qingqing in his impression, but she was exactly the same as the leader of Xitai Tower in the rumors.

It seems that the rumors were not wrong, but the leader did not behave as rumored in front of him. Instead, he was like an ignorant and attractive harmless kitten, retracting his sharp claws and sharp teeth and revealing his soft belly to lure him.

The concern in Feng Jiuqing's eyes did not seem fake. Mo Ling did suffer some minor skin injuries. When he was about to take the golden wound medicine, he was rejected by the man: "I will help the distinguished guest brother to apply the medicine."

Perhaps it was because of the beauty under the lamp that Mo Ling agreed.

But when his clothes were untied, revealing his injured abdomen, Mo Ling felt a little regretful.

Because the sound of someone swallowing saliva was hard to ignore in the silent night, and the burning gaze was also a little difficult for him to resist, he could only put on a cold face and pretend that he didn't care.

Feng Jiuqing was applying the medicine while communicating with the system: "Master, Mo Ling has a great body. I unilaterally declare that this is the best body except for mine. Look at these abdominal muscles. They feel so good and so firm."

The system calmly refuted: "You only have six-pack abs, Mo Ling has eight, and his figure is better than yours."

Feng Jiuqing was busy applying medicine and taking advantage of others, not paying attention to what the system said. Seeing Feng Jiuqing's hands becoming more and more restless, Mo Ling finally couldn't help but grab his restless hands and closed his shirt with one hand.

Feng Jiuqing's benefits were gone just like that. He was slightly dazed for a moment, then tilted his head and looked at the person who grabbed his hand: "Brother guest?"

A head tilt made Mo Ling's anger, which was aroused by Feng Jiuqing, reach its peak at this moment. He grabbed the little goblin's slender waist with one hand, pinched his jaw with the other hand, and leaned over to kiss him according to his inner impulse.

Although he lost the initiative, Feng Jiuqing was not the type to submit to fate. He faced the challenge head-on, used his lips and tongue to pry open his opponent's teeth, and did whatever he wanted inside.

Although Mo Ling had three thousand beauties, he had never eaten a bite of meat. He was not even very clear about kissing, but Feng Jiuqing knew it and gave him a deep French kiss.

After a brief shock, Mo Ling's Ren and Du meridians were suddenly opened. Like a studious nerd, he was able to apply what he had learned to other situations. However, the Imperial Master refused to give in. The two of them went back and forth, and it was unknown how long it took before they separated.

The corners of Feng Jiuqing's eyes were slightly red, and there were some crystal clear tears in his eyes.

Feng Jiuqing gritted his teeth. It was all because of the inexplicable prescriptions provided by the system that made him lose the upper hand. He mentally said to the system: "Tongzi, if my father dies one day, it must be because of you."

The electronic voice of the system was emotionless: "You made the medicine yourself, and you took it yourself, so why do you blame me?"

Being poked in the sore spot, Feng Jiuqing argued: "If I don't blame you, who else can I blame? You are such a rebellious son who betrayed his father!"

The system said indifferently: "Haha."

Feng Jiuqing just felt like he was holding a breath of anger that couldn't be relieved and was choking.

Mo Ling wasn't in much better condition either. There was a tiny wound at the corner of his mouth, which looked like it was bitten by some sharp-tongued goblin.

In the dim candlelight, Mo Ling exuded the terrifying possessiveness of a ferocious beast circling its territory. He licked the wound at the corner of his mouth, looking dangerous and sexy. "Qingqing seems to be very good at it. Who did you learn it from?"