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

It was already late at night when Feng Jiuqing finished coaxing Tianqing. Seeing that he had stopped crying, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and went to the secret prison in the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

"Ah He, how is your stay?"

Ah He was curled up in bed alone. When he heard the sound of the cell door opening, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

After Feng Jiuqing got closer, he found that Ah He's eyes were red and he had been crying for a long time. His face was full of grievance, which made people's hearts melt when they looked at him.

Feng Jiuqing looked down at Ah He, and seeing his own aggrieved face from another angle, he had a different feeling.

"You - you are Mingqing!" Ah He hid inside and looked at Feng Jiuqing timidly.

Feng Jiuqing nodded with a smile on his face, "Yes, it's me. Ah He, nice to meet you for the first time, I miss you so much."

Ah He was wrapped in a small blanket and trembling with fear. He didn't dare to look at Feng Jiuqing at all. He could only whisper: "You - are you a human or a ghost?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled and leaned over to wipe away the tears on Ah He's face. "You're crying so pitifully. Am I that scary?"

Ah He wrapped the quilt tighter and hit the wall with a bang. He was already extremely scared, and the pain from hitting the wall made him cry even harder.

"Wuwuwu, I didn't mean to become like you, wuwuwu, don't come over here..."

The smile on Feng Jiuqing's face became even more intense. He lifted Ah He's chin and moved a little closer.

"Poor little thing, take a good look at me. Am I a human or a ghost? Hmm?"

Ah He closed his eyes tightly, his face turned pale, and his whole body was shaking.

"No - I won't look at it. Mother said that if I don't look at it, I won't be afraid."

"Hahaha!"

Feng Jiuqing laughed out loud, brushed Ah He's face, and tucked his fallen hair behind his ears.

"Poor little thing, have you ever heard of the story of covering one's ears and stealing a bell?"

Feng Jiuqing pinched Ah He's face and chuckled, "Whether you look at it or not, I'm here and I won't change because of your wishes."

"It hurts~"

Ah He's aggrieved voice sounded, and at the same time he opened his eyes, tears slid down onto Feng Jiuqing's hands, his eyes were wet, and very pitiful.

"It will hurt, you're not--you're alive! You're a human!"

Feng Jiuqing wiped away his tears again, with a hint of laughter in his voice, "What else? Poor little thing, who do you think I am?"

Ah He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Feng Jiuqing, and quickly lowered his head, his voice full of grievance.

"Why are you so scary? I was almost scared to death by you just now."

Feng Jiuqing handed Ah He a handkerchief and whispered, "You love to cry so much? No wonder you're called Ah He. Are you going to cry a river?"

Ah He froze for a moment, then said timidly, "I don't know either, I just can't help it."

Is this person also a tear incontinent person?

Why do you love to cry so much? Even though you look pretty when you cry.

Stop, Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but think, did he cry like this when he was acting before?

I used to think crying was pretty, but now I don’t think so anymore. I feel a little ashamed.

"Don't cry, if you cry again I won't be able to help but make you cry enough~"

Feng Jiuqing's face suddenly turned cold, and his tone became somewhat chilly, which frightened Ah He so much that he covered his mouth instantly, but his tears continued to fall, like pear blossoms blown down by the wind, pitiful yet with a kind of desolate beauty.

It was so cute that he couldn't handle it. Feng Jiuqing felt inexplicably awkward. It seemed absurd that he was looking in the mirror and the him in the mirror was seducing the him outside the mirror.

Feng Jiuqing had someone bring a stool over, sat lazily in front of Ah He, and asked softly, "Who sent you to pretend to be me?"

Ah He glanced at Feng Jiuqing with a hint of fear in his eyes, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

"Did not say?"

"Heh~ Do you want to experience the eighteen kinds of torture here? You can choose not to say it, don't worry, I have thousands of ways to make you say it."

The fear in Ah He's eyes became even greater, but he still didn't say anything, just shed tears silently.

The smile on Feng Jiuqing's face turned slightly cold. He took the whip handed to him by the side, tested its strength, and swung it towards Ah He. The whip made a sound of breaking through the air.

Ah He was so scared that he closed his eyes and trembled constantly.

"Oh!"

Ah He shuddered with fear and didn't feel any pain for a long time. He quietly opened his eyes and met Feng Jiuqing's half-smile.

Before he could react, the bed suddenly broke in two. He fell to the ground in a daze, and fell on his back. It was not until he felt the pain that he came to his senses and looked at Feng Jiuqing with fear in his eyes.

How could Ming Qing be so violent that he broke the wooden bed in two with just one whip? He couldn't even imagine that if this whip had fallen on him, he would have been broken in all his bones.

What should he do?

Feng Jiuqing was playing with the whip in his hand. In Ah He's opinion, his smiling face was more terrifying than the Yaksha in the Yama Palace.

Tears kept falling, blurring Ah He's eyes. Ah He sobbed softly, glancing at Feng Jiuqing from time to time.

This is the real innocent little white flower. Compared with him, Feng Jiuqing felt that his acting skills were not that good at the time.

"Still not telling? Ah He, I am not a person with a good temper. If you insist on experiencing some torture first, I can also fulfill your wish. After all, I like to help others achieve their goals the most."

Ah He's tears kept falling like they were free, and Cang Lang wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Ah He's face is almost the same as the master's. I didn't expect that the master looks so good when he cries. Tsk, what a pity, I have never seen the master cry. No matter what time, the master is almost always smiling.

I didn't expect that I would have the pleasure of watching the master cry today. But the master is really cruel. Such a beautiful woman cried so miserably, but the master didn't have any sympathy at all. And with this face, would the master really not be confused? Or is the master so cruel to himself?

The master is such a terrible and cruel man.

Seeing that Ah He didn't say anything, Feng Jiuqing whipped him again, completely breaking the bed board in front of Ah He into several pieces.

Ah He was so stunned that he didn't even dare to cry.

"The next time you whip me, I won't miss. Ah He, you have to think carefully."

"Wow wow wow——"

Ah He suddenly burst into tears, and Feng Jiuqing and Canglang were both startled at the same time.

"Beat me to death! I won't tell you! Wuuwuwu——"

Feng Jiuqing stood up and approached Ah He, using the handle of the whip to lift Ah He's jawbone, and said without any emotion in his eyes: "Is it because your brother is in their hands?"

"If you tell me that I don't mind rescuing your brother, but you are stubborn, then I will have no choice but to be merciless. Although your face looks a lot like me, I am not the kind of person who can't bring myself to take action against a beautiful woman, even if that person is me, do you understand?"

Ah He said with some hope in his eyes: "Can you really help me rescue my brother?"

"You'll know after one try. Ah He, this is your last chance. I'll make whatever choice you want!" Feng Jiuqing's eyes were extremely cold, forming a sharp contrast with Ah He who was crying.