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

Feng Jiuqing said seriously and firmly: "If I choose you, I will always choose you first."

"Little liar."

Mo Ling's voice was so soft that it was melted into the wind, and Feng Jiuqing could hardly hear it even with all his internal strength.

"What?" Feng Jiuqing asked.

"Qingqing, come here."

Feng Jiuqing took a few steps forward and was pulled onto Mo Ling's lap. He held his waist with one hand and played with the tassel on Feng Jiuqing's earlobe with the other hand.

"I want to hear the truth, my dear."

He had lied to Mo Ling many times, but in this matter, Feng Jiuqing was as sincere as could be.

"Ayan will always be the most important one in Qingqing's heart."

"is it?"

There was no trace of joy in Mo Ling's voice. His hand moved from the tassels to Feng Jiuqing's face, and soon slid to her neck, then suddenly tightened.

The suffocating feeling soon made Feng Jiuqing have difficulty breathing. Feng Jiuqing's hands tightened instantly and then slowly loosened. He looked at Mo Ling with sorrow and shock: "Ayan, are you going to kill me?"

The system jumped to the table next to Mo Ling and stretched out its sharp nails to grab Mo Ling: "Asshole! Let go of Jiu! Let go of Jiu now!"

But the claws went through Mo Ling. Yes, he could not touch any other living creatures except Ah Jiu, and no one else could hear him speak. But despite this, the system still persisted in scratching at Mo Ling.

Mo Ling did not answer Feng Jiuqing, but his hands tightened more and more, and Feng Jiuqing's face became redder and redder. The extreme lack of oxygen caused Feng Jiuqing's eyes to turn red, and the severe pain in his lungs made him cry unconsciously.

Mo Ling thought almost paranoidly, let it be, let Ming Qing die in his hands, this way Ming Qing will be his from birth to death. This way Ming Qing will never lie to him again, this way Ming Qing will belong to him completely, and no one will make Ming Qing care about him anymore. The dark emotions in his heart continued to grow, and his hands kept tightening.

He seemed to be back in that bloody palace coup, with all kinds of sounds coming and going in his ears, and nothing in front of him except blood.

Feng Jiuqing could easily break free from Mo Ling at any time, but he just looked at Mo Ling quietly and sadly. He was betting that Mo Ling would not have the heart to kill him.

They were in a stalemate like this, and just when Feng Jiuqing thought he had lost the bet and was about to rescue himself by tightening his wrists, Mo Ling suddenly came to his senses, let go of Feng Jiuqing and threw him to the ground.

Mo Ling stared at his hands in a daze, then looked at the horrifying pinch marks on Feng Jiuqing's neck, and his hands gradually began to tremble.

What has he done! How could he want to kill Qingqing!

He just stretched out his hand to help Feng Jiuqing up, but the fact that Feng Jiuqing had betrayed him came to his mind again, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

Qingqing betrayed him, and what he hated most in his life was betrayal.

Feng Jiuqing coughed violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. There were not many people in this world who could hurt him, and Yan'er was the only one who could hurt him without being crippled by him.

He lost. The moment he was tempted, he completely lost. If it had happened a few years earlier, he would never have believed that one day he would allow someone to strangle him to death without even thinking of breaking free and fighting back.

Mo Ling looked at the embarrassed Feng Jiuqing and felt a pain in his heart. How could he and Qingqing become like this?

But thinking of Feng Jiuqing poisoning him and plotting against him again and again, he forced himself to harden his heart and looked down at Feng Jiuqing coldly, his tone colder than frost: "Does it hurt? But when you poisoned me, I felt ten times more pain than you do now!"

Feng Jiuqing coughed for a long time and finally recovered. He sat on the ground, his clothes disheveled, his hair disheveled, and he looked as miserable as a beggar outside the city.

Even so, his back remained straight, like a small boat standing still in the wind and rain.

He looked up at Mo Ling, there was no fear or terror in his eyes, only endless sadness.

"It's not me. I won't poison you. If I wanted to, I wouldn't have to wait until today. Ayan, give me three days to investigate. I will definitely find the real murderer and prove my innocence."

"It's not you? You are the only one who has touched that food box, and you made it yourself. Tell me, who else could it be if not you?" Mo Ling asked coldly.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling without any evasion in his eyes: "It's not just me who has come into contact with the food box, but also the guards of Xuanshi Palace, the palace servants, and Yan Yiran."

Mo Ling suddenly smiled, and that smile was very cold, like the heavy snow in winter, the coldness went straight into people's hearts and froze them.

"Even now, you still want to put the blame on others, or even slander them. Qingqing, how did you become like this?"

Mo Ling's eyes were so cold that Feng Jiuqing's heart ached. He lowered his head and smiled, "Qingqing has never changed. It's just that Ayan doesn't believe in Qingqing."

Believe? He once believed Feng Jiuqing, otherwise he would not have allowed him to enter and leave Xuanshi Hall at will, but what did he get?

Mo Ling lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Jiuqing, a sneer on his lips: "I want to believe you, too. I want to believe you more than anyone else, but are you worthy of my trust? Do you dare to say that you have never lied to me?"

Feng Jiuqing avoided Mo Ling's sight. He had indeed lied before, and he had lied a lot. But he had never thought of harming Mo Ling. Everything he did was just because he liked Mo Ling, and all his lies were just to have a way out.

Perhaps he and Mo Ling really shouldn't have started. They were destined to have different positions. Mo Ling was the emperor, and he was a powerful minister. They were either evenly matched or fighting to the death. In any case, they shouldn't have spent the night in the warmth of the hibiscus tent.

Feng Jiuqing's voice was hoarse and tired: "I have never had the slightest intention of harming you. It was not me who poisoned you! I can prove it for myself. If I can't find evidence within three days, I am willing to accept all your punishments. Ayan, don't you even want to give me such a chance to prove myself?"

"Opportunity?" Mo Ling's smile was uglier than crying: "Have I not given you enough opportunities? You have been passing messages to the Grand Tutor, haven't you? If you had stopped earlier, I could have pretended that nothing had happened. But you, while sleeping with me but dreaming different dreams, passed on the news of my Xuanshi Palace to the Grand Tutor!"

"I do not have."

This is not the case. There is no information gap between Feng Jiuqing and the Grand Tutor, so there is no need to pass on information.

Mo Ling directly threw the message that Yan Yiran had copied down from Feng Jiuqing in front of him.

"You didn't? Then what is this? Do you still want to lie to me after all this? These days you keep saying you love me and like me the most. What, is it fun to lie to me?"

Feng Jiuqing picked it up and saw that it was indeed sent out by him, but it was not a piece of news, but his order. Fortunately, he wrote it in a modern minority language, which did not exist in this dynasty. Otherwise, it would reveal more than just this, and it might directly expose that he was the Grand Tutor.

"These are not addressed to the Grand Master, and they have never conveyed any information related to you."

The pain in Mo Ling's heart became even worse, and even his breathing felt like burning pain. At this time, Ming Qing was still lying to him!

"Yiran has found out that this is the unique way for the Grand Tutor to deliver messages. If you are not delivering the message to the Grand Tutor, who else could it be?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with tears, and he frowned and smiled bitterly, "I saw that His Majesty was worried about Changning, so I wanted to ask the Grand Tutor's men to help find out who robbed Changning's disaster relief grain, that's all."

Mo Ling sneered, "The relief grain from Changning was discovered in Jiangcheng and is being transported to the northern border. Mingqing, who do you think robbed the relief grain from Changning?"