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

Lu Jue raised his head, his eyes bright as he said, "Please ask, my lord. Lu Jue will answer truthfully."

Feng Jiuqing was still smiling, but Lu Jue could not see the smile in Feng Jiuqing's eyes.

"If, I mean if, the child the princess gave birth to was not Lu Yu, but me, would you protect me as you did Lu Yu?"

Lu Jue's pupils trembled slightly, and after a while he lowered his eyes and said, "It won't be possible. Children can't choose their parents."

Feng Jiuqing was not angry, he just looked at Lu Jue and said: "What I want is the answer, not the possibility."

Lu Jue didn’t know what the point of Feng Jiuqing harping on this was, but he still answered truthfully: “No matter what, Lu Jue will protect his own younger brother.”

He emphasized the word "direct relative" especially.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Lu Jue with a complicated expression, then stood up and replied with a smile: "I agree to your condition. Get up, General Lu. I wish you get what you wish for."

After saying that, Feng Jiuqing left directly, leaving Lu Jue alone in deep thought.

Duke Shen’s Mansion, study.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to take over the camp in the north of the city?" Shen Yi opened his eyes slightly, with an unconcealable look of surprise on his face.

The North City Camp is less than 20 kilometers outside the capital, with 50,000 soldiers stationed there, protecting the capital on weekdays. But the commander of the North City Camp is Wen Chu, who was appointed by the Grand Tutor when he helped Mo Ling ascend the throne.

Mo Ling said calmly, "Well, Duke Shen has been in Lucheng for a long time, and it is indeed time for him to return to the capital."

"But isn't General Wen in charge of the North City Camp? If I go there, where will General Wen go?"

Shen Yi was a straightforward person with no ulterior motives, so he asked directly.

Mo Ling glanced at Shen Yi and said, "I will find a suitable place for General Wen. Duke Shen does not need to worry."

Shen Yi shrank his neck. Why did he feel that His Majesty seemed angry, but there was nothing wrong with what he said?

"The minister obeys the order."

Mo Ling retracted his gaze and said, "Duke Shen will go to the north camp to take over from General Wen tomorrow. The imperial decree for General Wen's transfer will be issued tonight."

"Yes."

Mo Ling stopped talking and started playing chess alone.

Shen Yi was standing by and didn't dare to breathe. He couldn't understand what he was seeing, and he didn't dare to speak or sleep. He was so humble and weak.jpg

I don’t know how long it was after, but when Feng Jiuqing came to find Mo Ling, he saw this strange scene.

When Shen Yi saw Feng Jiuqing, he felt like he had seen a savior and almost rushed over to him, bursting into tears.

With tears in his eyes, he bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Feng Jiuqing nodded: "Duke Shen, there is no need to be so polite."

Mo Ling paused while playing chess, raised his eyes to look at Feng Jiuqing, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Qingqing is here?"

Feng Jiuqing walked over and sat next to Mo Ling: "Well, Old Lady Shen is tired, so I came to see A Yan."

"That's perfect. Want to play a game of chess with me?" Although Mo Ling asked, he did not give Feng Jiuqing the right to refuse.

Feng Jiuqing: ...

I don't really want to play chess with you. Feng Jiuqing felt a little resistant. Acting on a chessboard is much more troublesome than acting in normal days.

But he couldn't refuse, angry!

Shen Yi quietly served as a background board. There was no difference between watching one person play chess and watching two people play chess. The only difference was that Feng Jiuqing was there. He would not be suddenly locked in the eyes of Mo Ling while playing chess. This feeling was exactly the same as the feeling of being attacked unexpectedly on the battlefield, which made him nervous.

The fiery red clouds took away the sun, which was left with only afterglow after a day of scorching. Feng Jiuqing finally accompanied Mo Ling to satisfy his chess addiction. This game of chess was more tiring than the war back then.

After Mo Ling stood up, the other two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The dinner prepared by Duke Shen's mansion was relatively simple, and could not be compared with the luxurious imperial meals in the palace, but Feng Jiuqing and Mo Ling had no objection. Feng Jiuqing ate the most during this meal, and Old Lady Shen kept adding dishes for him, and Mo Ling was not to be outdone, so Feng Jiuqing could only eat hard.

The other three people at the table watched with their eyes and noses, and dared not stretch their chopsticks to eat the dishes in front of them. After all, with Mo Ling, the Buddha, there, how could they dare to move? The meal was so weird.

When Mo Ling took Feng Jiuqing away from the Duke's Mansion, Old Lady Shen forcibly sent Feng Jiuqing out of the mansion. Normally, even Old Lady Shen's grandson would not receive such treatment. Lu Jue did not say anything, but Lu Yu felt very unhappy.

On weekdays, when he came to the Shen Mansion, Old Lady Shen doted on him, but today, Old Lady Shen treated Feng Jiuqing better than her own grandson. Not only that, he and his elder brother did not find any time to spend alone with Old Lady Shen all day. Especially during dinner, Old Lady Shen only had eyes for Guijun, as if she didn't see him and his elder brother. For a moment, the gap was too big, and Lu Yu couldn't help feeling unbalanced.

Feng Jiuqing got on the carriage first. When Mo Ling was about to get in, Old Lady Shen suddenly called him and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I have never asked you for anything in all these years. This time, I want to ask you to treat Qingqing well. When I see him, it's like seeing my deceased husband. I want to ask Your Majesty to satisfy my selfish wish."

Feng Jiuqing opened the curtain and came out of the carriage, his eyes slightly red, and walked quickly to the side of Old Lady Shen, trying to help her up: "Your Majesty will not treat Qingqing badly, please get up."

Mo Ling also supported Old Lady Shen from the other side and promised softly: "I will definitely cherish and love you, Old Lady, please rest assured."

After getting Mo Ling's promise, Old Lady Shen stood up and said, "I thank your majesty."

She held Feng Jiuqing's hand, tears in her eyes: "Qingqing, you must be well and come to see me often."

"Okay." A tear fell across Feng Jiuqing's cheek, and he said solemnly, "I will."

Under the reluctant gaze of Old Madam Shen, Feng Jiuqing finally got on the carriage and left.

Mo Ling reached out and wiped away the tears on Feng Jiuqing's face, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Feng Jiuqing wiped his face and felt the wetness on his hands. Only then did he realize that he had indeed been crying.

Mo Ling pinched his face and said, "You are so sad, do you want to stay in Duke Shen's mansion for a few more days?"

"Is it okay?" Feng Jiuqing asked blankly.

Mo Ling poked Feng Jiuqing's head and said, "How dare you think that? If you go to Duke Shen's mansion, what should I do when I can't sleep alone in the middle of the night?"

Then ask someone to send another pillow. Two pillows won't be enough to make you sleep alone, Feng Jiuqing said silently. If he were here, Mo Ling wouldn't be alone because he would be the one who would have trouble sleeping.

“There are so many people in the palace, and one more person is needed.” Fengjiu curled her lips.

Mo Ling's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Qingqing, what did you say? Say it again."

Feng Jiuqing played dumb and said, "Qingqing didn't say anything."

Mo Ling approached Feng Jiuqing and said, "Then why did I hear Qingqing wanted to put someone on my dragon bed?"

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling in shock. When did he say this? This was slander!

"Not speaking, but agreeing?" Mo Ling held Feng Jiuqing in his arms and gently bit his earlobe.

"I'm not without you, so don't talk nonsense." Feng Jiuqing tried to push Mo Ling away, but it made him even more aggressive.