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

"If you don't want me to be charged with treason, then leave the Grand Tutor's Mansion earlier. Or, do you really want to put me in an unjust position?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't even look at Wuyou, but just carefully supported Old Lady Shen.

Wuyou stopped walking, and a hint of tears appeared in her aggrieved voice: "Wuyou knows, brother, don't worry, Wuyou will not make things difficult for you, Wuyou will take your leave."

After Wuyou left, Old Lady Shen asked softly, "How did Qingqing know the Emperor of Western Yan, and why did he call Qingqing brother?"

After Feng Jiuqing served tea to Old Lady Shen, he sat down below her, took off his mask and whispered, "Grandmother, do you still remember Xitai Tower? Qingqing saved Wuyou by chance at Xitai Tower, and Wuyou regarded Qingqing as his brother."

Old Lady Shen nodded and said, "So that's the case, but he seems to treat Qingqing as more than just a brother. Qingqing, you'd better make plans early. The royal family is so ruthless, who knows if he won't repay kindness with hatred and hurt you. Qingqing, grandma doesn't want to see you get hurt."

Feng Jiuqing nodded: "Qingqing knows, grandma, don't worry, Qingqing won't fall in the same place for the second time."

"That's good. That child is also a pitiful person. But now he is the emperor of Western Yan. You don't have to be too soft-hearted."

"Well, Qingqing will pay attention to it."

The grandfather and grandson chatted for less than half an hour, and Feng Jiuqing sent Old Lady Shen back to Duke Shen's Mansion. In the carriage on the return journey, Feng Jiuqing was resting with his eyes closed when a figure suddenly flashed into Feng Jiuqing's carriage.

Feng Jiuqing swung out with his palm, but after seeing the man's face clearly, he forcibly retracted it and slapped the shaft of the carriage beside him.

"Are you crazy? If I hit you with that palm, you will be seriously injured if not killed!" Feng Jiuqing's eyes flashed with anger, but looking at the aggrieved face in front of him, he still did not wave his hand at his face.

"Brother, Wuyou believes that you will not hurt Wuyou." Wuyou sat obediently aside and smiled brightly at Feng Jiuqing.

A little bastard who needs to be punished.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Wuyou: "You are going back to the post station, what are you doing here?"

Wuyou looked at Feng Jiuqing with resentment, her eyes reddened: "Brother, do you want Wuyou no longer?"

Feng Jiuqing said indifferently: "This is Dayue, you are the emperor of Western Yan, how do you want me to treat you?"

Wuyou looked more and more aggrieved: "Wuyou shook off all those traitors before coming to see you, brother. I won't bring any trouble to you."

Feng Jiuqing put the spare mask in his sleeve on Wuyou's face. Wuyou smiled, and he knew that Qingqing was hard on the outside but soft on the inside.

"You didn't even disguise yourself when you came out. Are you afraid that others won't recognize you?"

Feng Jiuqing threw the veil beside him into Wuyou's arms and said, "Your golden hair is too eye-catching. Remember to put on the veil when you get off the carriage."

"Okay, thank you, brother."

Feng Jiuqing looked at Wuyou deeply and said, "Don't thank me. It's too early. I'm afraid you will regret it."

"I will never regret staying with my brother," Wuyou said seriously.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Wuyou deeply without saying anything. After the carriage stopped, Feng Jiuqing went straight back to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, with Wuyou following closely behind him.

"It's been so long, and I still haven't tried your martial arts. Xiao Wuyou, come over and show me how to fight?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled and looked at Wuyou, but the smile on Wuyou's face froze. Qingqing didn't want to compete with him, but she really wanted to teach him a lesson unilaterally. It seemed that he really pissed Qingqing off today.

No matter what Qingqing wants to do, he will help her as long as Qingqing doesn't drive him away.

Wuyou took off the curtain and mask as if he knew nothing, and stood in front of Feng Jiuqing: "Brother, please."

The people around quietly lit a candle for Wuyou. He was a true warrior. Not many people dared to face the master's beating head-on. They hoped that this man could hold on to the end.

Feng Jiuqing put one hand behind his back and looked at Wuyou calmly: "I won't bully you. I'll let you use one hand. If you can defeat me today, or force me to use my other hand, then I'll allow you to stay in the Grand Tutor's Mansion for a while."

Wuyou's eyes lit up for a moment: "That's what my brother said. Wuyou will remember it."

Feng Jiuqing said calmly: "A gentleman's promise is worth more than gold."

Wuyou smiled slightly: "Brother, I'm sorry."

"Come over here!" Feng Jiuqing remained calm.

Wuyou threw a punch at Feng Jiuqing, but Feng Jiuqing dodged the punch by slightly turning his head, and said softly: "Your aim doesn't seem to be that good."

Wuyou hummed, and hooked Feng Jiuqing's neck with his five fingers. Feng Jiuqing dodged and kicked Wuyou's leg. With a thud, Wuyou knelt on one knee on the ground.

"The lower body is not stable, and more practice is needed."

Wuyou stood up with a grin and said with a gasp: "Thank you for your teaching, brother!"

"Come again." Feng Jiuqing said lightly.

Wuyou approached Feng Jiuqing again and struck at his abdomen with a palm. Feng Jiuqing blocked it with one hand, and the next moment he put Wuyou's hand behind his back.

"You were too slow to act. If you were on the battlefield, you would have been dead." Feng Jiuqing commented bluntly.

Wuyou turned around skillfully, but before he could attack again, Feng Jiuqing kicked him in the leg and forced him to take a few steps back.

For a whole stick of incense, Wuyou was either being beaten up or mocked by Feng Jiuqing. Under the double attack, Wuyou lay on the ground, his whole body in pain except for his face, and only the rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive.

After all, he was the emperor of Western Yan, so Feng Jiuqing still gave him some face and didn't slap him in the face.

"Can you still get up? If not, I will have someone send you back to the post station." Feng Jiuqing asked softly.

Wuyou guessed that Feng Jiuqing should have calmed down. Although it was a bit painful, it would be worth it if it could help Qingqing calm down.

He stood up shakily and smiled at Feng Jiuqing: "Brother, come again!"

Feng Jiuqing did not act immediately. He looked at Wuyou suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm sure, brother, you don't have to worry."

Seeing that Wuyou could still speak for such a long time, Feng Jiuqing felt relieved to fight with Wuyou again. This time, Wuyou was no longer someone he could easily overthrow. He didn't know where Wuyou had learned this wild fighting style from. Each move was fast, accurate and ruthless. He could even feel the murderous aura in it. Each move was not the fancy moves before, but a real killer move.

It was just that the kid had no killing intention towards him, so his killing move was a little weak. Even so, Wuyou could almost fight him to a draw with one hand, and occasionally even counterattack.

So Wuyou was deliberately asking for a beating! Humph! Did he really think that if he asked for a beating, he would not care about the fact that the little brat had cheated him at the coming-of-age ceremony!

Feng Jiuqing had originally only used 50% of his strength, but the brat actually deceived him again. Feng Jiuqing stopped suppressing him and found Wuyou's weakness and kicked him out.

"Oh!"

Wuyou fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Worry-free!"