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

"impossible!"

How could Changning’s grain be transported to the northern border? He wasn’t the one who robbed the grain!

There was a hint of shock in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, and then he suddenly understood that someone must be trying to put the blame on him again, but he didn't believe that Mo Ling couldn't tell that it wasn't him who robbed the food.

So it is more likely that Mo Ling chose another path and went with the flow, right?

Someone handed him a knife, and Mo Ling took the opportunity to put the knife across his neck. If he failed to clear himself, he would be the sinner of the entire Da Yue. If he did, it would be a slander by someone with ulterior motives. No matter which one it was, Mo Ling could not be blamed.

He helped Mo Ling ascend the throne, and taught him and helped him stabilize the court for three years. He didn't believe that Mo Ling didn't know what kind of person the Grand Tutor was, but Mo Ling still didn't choose him.

Now it seems that he has failed miserably both as the Grand Tutor and Mingqing. As the Grand Tutor's apprentice, he wants to be killed, and as Mingqing's lover, he does not believe in him.

Feng Jiuqing laughed at himself: "The Grand Master would not do such a thing! It's too stupid. Although the Grand Master doesn't care about his reputation, he won't destroy his own reputation. Your Majesty has been with the Grand Master day and night for three years. Isn't it clear whether the Grand Master would do such a thing?"

Mo Ling certainly didn't believe that the Grand Tutor would do such a thing, but he couldn't figure out that man. If he wanted to be a good minister, why did he monopolize power in those three years, making the court only know the Grand Tutor and not the emperor? If he wanted to be a traitor, why did he suddenly retire and disappear without a trace?

But if he wanted to disappear, why did he send Ming Qing to him and monitor his every move? That man was too cunning, he couldn't see through him, couldn't guess.

"What if I believe it or not? The evidence is right in front of me. Should I pretend not to see it? Why is Ming Qing defending the Grand Tutor in every word? Does Ming Qing think that the Grand Tutor was not involved in all the recent events? Since he has already retired, why does he still want to interfere in the affairs of the court?"

Feng Jiuqing looked into Mo Ling's eyes and answered his question word by word in his heart. Because he felt sorry for a fool named Mo Ling! He wanted to help that fool named Mo Ling! Because he wanted to protect that fool! Because he didn't want the person he loved to be alone in the court!

When he retired, he specifically warned his subordinates to treat Mo Ling like a real emperor and fulfill their duties as subjects. And his subordinates did so, otherwise Mo Ling would never have been able to control the entire court in such a short time.

"The Grand Tutor has never taken the initiative to interfere in the affairs of the court. Does Your Majesty distrust the Grand Tutor so much? You also distrust Ming Qing, right? But whether it is Ming Qing or the Grand Tutor, they have never done anything wrong to Your Majesty."

"All of this is just slander by someone with ulterior motives. Would Your Majesty rather believe the slander of a person who dares not even show his face than believe the Grand Tutor who has been with Your Majesty for three years and Ming Qing who has slept with Your Majesty?"

Mo Ling's face was cold, and he said in a cold voice: "I don't trust anyone. I only believe what I see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears."

The wound on Feng Jiuqing's back was pulled when he was thrown to the ground, and it was now throbbing with pain.

He gasped softly. In the past nearly twenty years, he had never felt such pain in his wound. It was more painful than all the injuries he had suffered before.

"So what did your majesty see and hear?"

Mo Ling felt no better than Feng Jiuqing. He felt a dull pain in his heart: "Don't you know what Mingqing did?"

Feng Jiuqing looked straight at Mo Ling, his eyes serious and determined: "Ming Qing has not done anything to harm His Majesty."

Mo Ling's eyes were filled with deep disappointment: "At this point, Ming Qing, are you still going to lie to me?"

Feng Jiuqing slowly stood up and looked at Mo Ling: "I didn't."

Mo Ling retracted his gaze, leaned back in his chair, lowered his eyes and said, "Tell me how you poisoned me, how you passed the message to the Grand Tutor, and how you bribed Xiao Qizi to assassinate me. As long as you tell me everything, I can forgive you and give you a lenient punishment."

Bribing Xiao Qizi to assassinate Mo Ling? Those people could pin this on him, and it seemed like Mo Ling believed it? This is outrageous!

What would he gain by bribing Xiao Qizi to stab him? The bitter medicine and the pain of being stabbed? Did he look crazy for doing such a thankless task?

Feng Jiuqing was so angry that he almost laughed. He shook his head slowly and said, "Except for the letter I sent, I did nothing else. Your Majesty, do you think I can get any benefit from asking Xiao Qizi to stab you? What benefit can I get from poisoning Your Majesty? One hurts myself, and the other is the crime of regicide. Why would Mingqing do such a thing that has no benefit?"

Mo Ling asked coldly: "Then what do you want to gain by coming to me?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled, but the smile was a little cold, different from usual.

"At first, he was attracted by her beauty, but later he gave his true heart to her. Your Majesty, what else do you think Mingqing can want?"

The disappointment in Mo Ling's eyes was even greater: "You keep saying that you are sincere to me, but in the end you want to kill me. Ming Qing, how can I trust you?"

Feng Jiuqing lowered his head and chuckled, tears in his eyes. "It seems that no matter how I explain, His Majesty will not believe it. Your Majesty, can you give Mingqing three days? Mingqing promises that he will find evidence to prove Mingqing's innocence. Aren't your Majesty's Hidden Dragon Guards always monitoring Mingqing? In just three days, Mingqing can't escape under the heavy surveillance of the Hidden Dragon Guards. Does Your Majesty dare to let Mingqing try?"

Mo Ling also smiled, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes: "Mingqing, do you think you are still trustworthy in my eyes?"

But he paused halfway through his words. The handsome face of the person opposite him was not as bright and radiant as before. He was clearly not crying, but his crying was more heartbreaking than ever.

He just looked at him like that, without saying a word, as if he had been abandoned by everything in the world.

Mo Ling felt as if his heart was being pinched by something, and it felt stuffy and painful.

"Forget it. I am willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. Someone, call the imperial physician! If Yiran hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that Mingqing's martial arts were even better than Yiran's. If you want to escape, even the Hidden Dragon Guards may not be able to stop you. I will have the imperial physician seal your meridians so that you can't use martial arts for the time being. Mingqing, this is my last kindness to you, don't let me down again."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes, which used to be as sharp as autumn water, showed no sadness or joy. He bowed to Mo Ling in a standard way and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Mo Ling stood up and was about to leave, but when he passed by Feng Jiuqing, that person suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Mo Ling stopped but did not turn around.

Feng Jiuqing said softly, "Mingqing knows that your majesty will not believe Mingqing, but Mingqing must say that the person who poisoned your majesty should be in Xuanshi Hall, so your majesty must be careful. Even if it is Yan Yiran, your majesty, please be more cautious."

Mo Ling pulled his sleeves away from Feng Jiuqing's hand. He still didn't want to believe that Mingqing poisoned him, but he didn't believe that Yiran poisoned him even more. If Yiran hadn't taken care of him when he was stupid, he might not be alive today. How could he doubt Yan Yiran, who had loyally followed him for more than 20 years, just because of Mingqing's words?

If Yiran knew, how sad would he be?