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

Feng Jiuqing sighed, tore off his disguise and changed the subject, "How did you recognize me?"

Tian Qing glanced at Feng Jiuqing and said softly, "I can't think of anyone other than the young master who doesn't like to go through the front door, who likes to come down from the sky and who is so ugly but has such taste."

As expected of you, Feng Jiuqing's mouth twitched. Because his real appearance was too conspicuous, he would deliberately make himself uglier every time he disguised himself so as not to be noticed.

"Sir, how long do you plan to stand under such a scorching sun? Are you going to practice being a statue? Do you need Tianqing to get you a bucket of water to hold it up, so that you can feel it better?"

Feng Jiuqing held his forehead and thought, it’s over, he really pissed off the little ancestor, he’s going to be difficult to deal with.

Feng Jiuqing immediately hid under the eaves and admitted his mistake in one breath: "I was wrong, I won't do it again next time."

"Sir, do you still have credibility with me?" Tian Qing asked with a stern face.

Feng Jiuqing blinked, and his voice became quieter as he went on.

"Maybe we can overdraw a little?"

"Ha~"

Tian Qing had a heart of stone: "Sir, you have run out of smoothies for the past month. Anyway, I don't think you feel hot."

Feng·The throat of fate is strangled·Jiu Qing smiled bitterly. It's so hot, how can people live without giving people smoothies? Besides, he just has that little hobby, how can he live if he is deducted! Tianqing, don't you feel guilty?

Just as Feng Jiuqing was about to speak, Tian Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Sir, if you don't take good care of your injuries, all this year's salary will be withheld."

Feng·Dare not speak·Jiu Qing rubbed his brows and said, "I know."

Tianqing then left angrily with the medicine bowl. Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief, took off all his disguises, and put the mask on his face.

The boss of the gambling house was a smiling tiger. He always had a smile on his face when he met people. It seemed as if the smile was welded to his face. No matter how outrageous his actions were, his expression did not change at all. This person's mind was unfathomable.

Not only did they send people to kill him, but the tea they gave him to drink was also poisoned. Tongzai warned him as soon as he drank it that it was a deadly poison, so the man didn't intend to let him come back alive.

That man must be an expert in using poison, because there was no poison in the first two cups of tea, only the last cup of tea that he personally handed over was poisonous.

I think it was because he mentioned that he wanted to investigate Xiao Qizi's matter that made Zhu Xi alert and decided to kill him. This would further prove that the person behind the scenes was involved in Xiao Qizi's matter.

There are only two purposes for designing Xiao Qizi, one is to kill Mo Ling, the other is to put the blame on him and drag the Grand Tutor into it.

The person behind the scenes wanted Mo Ling to die, but he used a drug that would kill people in their sleep, so that no trace could be seen. But wouldn't it be faster to just use a poison like Hedinghong?

Moreover, if Mo Ling is given a month, there will still be some time before the poison takes effect and he is dead. Aren't you afraid that Mo Ling will find the antidote during this time? If Mo Ling finds the antidote, his poison will be wasted. Or is he confident that Mo Ling will not find the antidote?

This person is very strange. He wants to kill Mo Ling but uses such a roundabout way. He has been hiding behind the scenes and refuses to come out. He would rather provoke the mentally ill King Rui than do it himself. Is there some reason why he doesn't act directly against Mo Ling?

Could it be that this person has a close relationship with Mo Ling, and he doesn't want to do it himself, so he uses such a roundabout method?

Speaking of closeness, it seems that in the entire royal family, only Prince Nancheng and Mo Ling are relatively close. However, Prince Nancheng is a sickly person, and even if Mo Ling dies, it will not do him any good, after all, he will not be able to ascend to the throne.

On the contrary, when Mo Ling was alive, the Prince of Nancheng was unique among all the princes. Although he was only a county prince, he enjoyed the treatment and fiefdom that only princes had, and he was the only one who could go to the vassal state. All the other princes of the same generation as Mo Ling were detained in the capital by Mo Ling. Not to mention going to the vassal state, even leaving the capital was probably under Mo Ling's surveillance.

If it was the King of Nancheng, why would he do such a useless thing?

And he won't live long. King Nancheng is not pretending to be sick. Feng Jiuqing knows this very well. Because he has asked the system to check King Nancheng's body, and the reason why King Nancheng can live until now is partly due to Feng Jiuqing.

He once exchanged a pill for King Nancheng, because King Nancheng was the only brother Mo Ling recognized, and he didn't want Mo Ling to be too sad because of King Nancheng.

But now it seems like all my true feelings were wasted.

If she wasn't very close to Mo Ling, why would she use such a roundabout way?

How hard to guess!

It's such a mess, why is it so hard to just mess things up?

Huh, Feng Jiuqing propped up his head and dozed off.

"Sir, the Nanzhao envoy has arrived in Beijing."

Yuebai appeared beside Feng Jiuqing at some point and bowed to him.

"We come here every year. Is it any big deal this time?" Feng Jiuqing said jokingly.

"Yes. The ones coming this time are the Crown Prince of Nanzhao and the High Priest of Nanzhao." Yuebai continued.

Feng Jiuqing raised an eyebrow and said, "The High Priestess of Nanzhao? Isn't she already in her forties? Is she going to marry Mo Ling again?"

Then Mo Ling is quite happy. After all, a girl three years older than a man would bring him wealth, and a girl thirty years older than a man would give him a kingdom. Mo Ling is also older. If we round it up, he is almost thirty, right? So is he here to give him a kingdom?

Such a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Feng Jiuqing's mind, and he even laughed himself to death.

Yue Bai's face twitched and she whispered, "No, she is here to take the Holy Son of Nanzhao back."

"The Holy Son of Nanzhao is not in Nanzhao, but in Dayue?" Feng Jiuqing asked with some doubts.

"Yes, the so-called Holy Son of Nanzhao is Lu Yu." Yue Bai's face was not very good.

"Lu Yu? The Holy Son of Nanzhao?"

What the hell is going on? How did Lu Yu suddenly become the Holy Son of Nanzhao?

Yue Bai glanced at Feng Jiuqing, and after confirming that there was no sadness in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, he whispered, "Lu Yu's biological mother is the Saint of Nanzhao, but she was stranded in Dayue, so they want to take the Saint of Nanzhao back."

Nanzhao was a country where theocracy and imperial power coexisted, and the Holy Son of Nanzhao had the same rights as the Crown Prince of Nanzhao.

Feng Jiuqing suddenly wanted to laugh. Lu Yu was so lucky that he could be replaced at birth and be pampered for twenty years. Soon after his identity was exposed, he turned into the Holy Son of Nanzhao. That was good. No wonder he thought Lu Yu was a good name when he was in the womb.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Yuebai asked cautiously.

"Huh? Me?"

Feng Jiuqing seemed a little confused, and then suddenly laughed and said, "Xiao Yuebai, you are not worried that I will be angry, right? What's there to be angry about? If I get angry about this kind of thing, won't I be so angry that I will die?"

"Besides, what does Lu Yu's matter have to do with me? Whether he is good or bad has nothing to do with me."