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

"Is there such a thing?"

The owner of Xitai Tower was surprised and his face darkened.

"Come here, give those unruly guards thirty sticks! Anyone who dares to disrespect the leader in the future will be severely punished!"

"Yes." Someone quickly took the order and retreated.

Feng Jiuqing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stood up and bowed to the owner of Xitai Tower: "Mingqing thanks the owner."

"Mingqing is the leader of Xitai Tower, so you must not be too timid. Even if you occasionally go too far, I can forgive you."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with emotion, and he said softly, "Mingqing, I will definitely not let the host down."

The owner of Xitai Tower still smiled and poured him another pot of tea: "Yangxian's Purple Bamboo Tea, Mingqing, please try it."

Tribute tea? Feng Jiuqing's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. If he could get the tribute tea, the person behind Xitai Tower would not be an ordinary official.

Feng Jiuqing took a sip, pretending it was his first time drinking it, his eyes lit up.

"Good tea. I am so lucky to have tasted this tea. I really don't know how to thank you for your kindness."

The owner of Xitai Tower said with a hint of meaning: "How about Mingqing helping me to take Xitai Tower to the next level?"

Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes to hide the sarcasm in his eyes: "It's up to the owner of the building to order."

"Good! Very good! With Mr. Ming's words, I feel relieved."

The owner of Xitai Tower seemed very satisfied. After a while, he asked, "Have you ever heard of Iris?"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes, full of doubts, and said softly: "I'm afraid that everyone in Yue has heard of this name. I wonder why the host asked this question?"

The owner of Xitai Tower smiled meaningfully and said, "Mingqing, would you like to be the next Iris?"

The next Iris? Feng Jiuqing suppressed his thoughts and when he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with excitement that he could not conceal.

"Why do you say that? Although Mingqing is very talented, he is not as good as Iris."

The owner of Xitai Tower signaled the maid to place the invitation in front of Mingqing and said, "Although Iris is famous in Da Yue, she is now just the private favorite of the Grand Tutor. Given the Grand Tutor's temper, he will never let Iris appear in public again. Besides, only a few people saw Iris back then, and so many years have passed. Why do you have no confidence in yourself, Mingqing?"

"Mingqing, you are the leader of my Xitai Tower. Your konghou music resounds throughout Jiangning. I have ordered that Xitai Tower will hold a unique grand banquet in three days. The prince will also attend. Mingqing only needs to amaze everyone like the first time we met. Then Mingqing will be the second Iris of Dayue."

Feng Jiuqing looked a little bit unbelievable and panicked: "This, OP, I am very scared."

The owner of Xitai Tower stood up, walked to Feng Jiuqing and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mingqing, your talent is obvious to all. I believe that you can become the second Iris. Please don't let me down."

Feng Jiuqing took a deep breath and said, "Yes, OP."

The owner of Xitai Tower waved his hand and said, "If it succeeds, I will not treat you unfairly. Go down and prepare well."

"Mingqing, please leave."

On the other side, Jiangning Maple Leaf Inn.

A deep and cold voice sounded in Room No. 1.

"You said that not long after I left, Qingqing went to see the owner of Xitai Tower?"

The people below could hear their master's displeasure, but they still said, "Yes."

Mo Ling tapped the table lightly, a chilling smile on his face.

"My dear, you are really not obedient."

The people below lowered their heads even lower. "My Lord, there is news from Xitai Tower that the champion will perform in public in three days, and King Zhao will be there in person."

Mo Ling placed the chess piece in front of him and asked coldly, "King Zhao? What is he doing here?"

"I don't know."

Mo Ling raised his hand and threw the chess piece up: "Then go check it out."

"Yes!"

The people below breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the room.

Mo Ling raised his hand and shattered the chess piece in mid-air, then picked up another white chess piece as if nothing had happened and placed it on the chessboard.

"What will Qingqing perform in three days? I am looking forward to it."

Three days later, Xitai Tower was decorated with lights and was bustling with activity.

"I heard that the leader of Xitai Tower is the best in Jiangning, and both his talent and appearance are first-rate!"

The other person glanced at the person who was speaking, snorted and said, "That's nothing. I heard that the leader of Xitai Tower is outstanding and outstanding, not inferior to Iris!"

Another person followed up and said, "Is this true? Iris is the most famous actress in Dayue! Can the leader of Xitai Tower really be compared to Iris?"

"Of course it's true! The King of Zhao came in person to show his support for the leader, so how could it be false? The King of Zhao has seen Iris with his own eyes!"

In a private room upstairs, Mo Ling was surrounded by a low pressure atmosphere. Yi Chou stood beside him, filling Mo Ling's wine glass from time to time.

Mo Ling listened to the conversation downstairs and drank the wine in his glass.

"So that's how it is. Xitailou is quite ambitious and actually wants to make Qingqing into a second Iris and give it to King Zhao?"

The air pressure in the room became increasingly oppressive, making it a little hard to breathe.

Yi Chou stepped forward to fill the wine glass and said in a low voice, "Master, calm down."

Mo Ling glanced at Yi Chou nonchalantly and said, "I asked you to sneak into Xitai Tower, not to make you an eyesore in front of me. Have you found anything unusual in the tower?"

Yi Chou lowered his head and said, "I know I was wrong. There has been nothing unusual in the building recently."

The coldness in Mo Ling's eyes grew stronger, and a few drops of sweat appeared on Yi Chou's head. But for some reason, Mo Ling suddenly restrained his momentum, like an ordinary person.

"Okay, today is a rare opportunity, step back and do what you should do."

"Yes." Yichou felt like he had survived a disaster and quickly left the room.

Just at this moment, there was a commotion downstairs and a group of people were kneeling at the door, as if welcoming someone.

Mo Ling put down his wine glass and looked at the entrance of Xitai Tower. As expected, he saw a familiar face.

The man was probably in his forties, with a big belly and a pair of sparkling eyes. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

"Meet the prince."

King Zhao's face was full of smiles, and he raised his hand: "I am only here to have a meal in Xitai Tower today, there is no need for you to do this, everyone, get up."

"Yes."

Because of the arrival of King Zhao, the hall was very quiet for a while, and the steward quickly welcomed King Zhao into the private room.

Mo Ling retracted his gaze, a hint of bloodlust flashing in his eyes. As expected, no matter how much time had passed, he still hated this group of heartless and hypocritical royal family members. If the time had not come, he really wanted to let each of the royal relatives and nobles experience the pain he had suffered in the past, and then cut these people into pieces.

Mo Ling didn't dwell on the past for long before he heard drumbeats coming from the hall. Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the grand show in Xitai Tower was about to begin.