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

Feng Jiuqing's pupils trembled slightly. Did he use so much strength in that kick just now?

Could this kid be seriously injured?

Feng Jiuqing felt somewhat regretful. He quickly walked to Wuyou, took Wuyou's hand, felt his pulse and said, "Go and bring the doctor here as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Feng Jiuqing was checking Wuyou's injuries when Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes without any preparation, turned over and pressed Feng Jiuqing down, and a gentle kiss fell on Feng Jiuqing's lips, which lasted for a moment.

The guards and soldiers present who were originally going to ask for the palace doctor were all dumbfounded. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang. Wuyou instantly became a true warrior in their hearts.

Feng Jiuqing was stunned for a second, then pushed Wuyou away and slapped him in the face.

Wuyou reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A slap in exchange for a kiss, it was worth it.

"Wuyou!" Feng Jiuqing was furious, but looking at Wuyou's pale face, he didn't hit him again.

Wuyou lay on the ground and smiled brightly at Feng Jiuqing: "Brother, you lost!"

Feng Jiuqing was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had used both hands when he pushed Wuyou just now. To some extent, he did lose.

This brat really deserves a beating. He actually dared to plot against him and do that to him. If it weren't for -

"Wuyou, you have become more capable."

Wuyou's clothes were soaked with sweat. Because of the fight just now, the lapels of his clothes were scattered and turned into a deep V. The sweat slid down his pale face and finally disappeared in the orange clothes.

"It's all because of my brother's teaching. All is fair in war. I remember everything my brother taught me."

Wuyou was breathing slightly, with an innocent look that was a bit fragile. He looked at Feng Jiuqing expectantly and pitifully. He looked sickly but lovable, and very beautiful.

Feng Jiuqing was not confused at all, and snorted: "You remember everything I taught you, but did I teach you to respect your teacher and respect your brother? Did you listen to me? I think you didn't listen to me at all!"

Wuyou blinked, selectively accepted Feng Jiuqing's words, and nodded obediently: "Wuyou is obedient."

Feng Jiuqing laughed angrily. Be obedient?

You can't listen to anything, right?

You dared to do that to him just now, and you still dared to say you were obedient. The little brat has reached his rebellious stage and needs to be taught a lesson!

"Brother, you can't chase Wuyou away. Brother said that if Wuyou wins, he will allow Wuyou to stay in the Grand Tutor's Mansion for a while. Brother, as the Emperor's tutor, you can't go back on your word."

Feng Jiuqing chuckled. You want to stay in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, right? He would oblige him.

"what ever!"

The court doctor came quickly to treat Wuyou, and found that they were only some superficial injuries. Feng Jiuqing was relieved. Fortunately, Wuyou didn't have any serious problems, and the pain from the superficial injuries would heal after a while. If anyone was to blame, it was that little bastard who was too annoying.

Wuyou had a smile on his face, not caring about the injuries on his body, and his blue eyes were full of Feng Jiuqing. Even though he had crossed the line before, Qingqing still felt sorry for him, otherwise she wouldn't be here with him.

If Feng Jiuqing knew what he was thinking, he would probably slap him in the face. The kid is not very smart, but he thinks a lot.

Imperial Palace, Xuanshi Hall.

"Why do you think the Emperor of Western Yan would attend the Grand Tutor's coming-of-age ceremony, A Ling?" Prince Nancheng asked softly.

Mo Ling's hands were tapping on the table intermittently. He was waiting for news from Qingqing. He didn't believe that Qingqing wouldn't come back to participate in the Grand Tutor's coming-of-age ceremony. He deployed dozens of secret guards outside the Grand Tutor's mansion. The news that had been sent back before said that the Grand Tutor brought back a man wearing a veil.

When he was with Qingqing, Qingqing liked Dai Muli very much. It was possible that person was Qingqing!

"Aling!"

Mo Ling looked at the King of Nancheng in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?"

The King of Nancheng said helplessly, "You don't care about the Emperor of Western Yan attending the Grand Tutor's coming-of-age ceremony?"

Mo Ling lowered his eyes and said, "They already knew each other. The Emperor of Western Yan was the kid that Qingqing and I rescued in Xitai Tower. He is Qingqing's sworn brother. After Qingqing entered the palace, he was raised in the Grand Tutor's Mansion."

“So that’s how it is. Today, the Emperor of Western Yan sent such a generous gift to the Grand Tutor. Isn’t Aling afraid that the Grand Tutor will be won over by Western Yan? Even if the Grand Tutor raised him for several months before, he wouldn’t give the Grand Tutor such a generous gift, right?” Prince Nancheng pondered.

"Perhaps this is his purpose, to make me suspicious of the Grand Tutor so that they from Xiyan can take advantage of the situation. I won't be fooled again." Mo Ling said in a deep voice.

The King of Nancheng smiled when he heard this: "A Ling is really thoughtful. I didn't expect this to happen."

Nancheng Wang paused for a moment and continued, "A Ling, do you know how old the Grand Master is? The coming-of-age ceremony was held this year, but the Grand Master doesn't look like a new comer."

Mo Ling shook his head: "I don't know. According to the files, the Grand Master should be twenty-four this year, but I don't know how old the Grand Master actually is."

"Speaking of coming-of-age ceremonies, I actually owe Qingqing one. Two years ago, I had prepared everything, waiting for Qingqing to come of age, and I would personally crown him. But who knew that he would be framed and leave the palace, and I didn't have time to give Qingqing that coming-of-age ceremony."

Mo Ling looked sad. King Nancheng sighed and said softly, "A Ling, the person is gone. If you continue to hurt yourself, wouldn't that make the situation worse?"

"Look at it more positively. Eight out of ten things in the world are not satisfactory. If everything is like this, what is the point of living? Look at my brother. Even if he has to drink medicine for two or three days, he is still living well."

Mo Ling forced himself to put on a smile and said, "I understand. My brother, please go back first. I want to be alone for a while."

King Nancheng shook his head and said softly, "Okay! I won't disturb you. You should have a good rest for a while and don't be too sad."

"Well, take care, my brother."

Mo Ling waited for three days before the secret guards brought news that a carriage had left the Grand Tutor's Mansion. The carriage went directly out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, and they were not sure who was inside.

The carriage that went directly out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion was most likely Qingqing!

Mo Ling immediately stood up and ordered his men to prepare horses to leave the palace. This time he must see Qing Qing!

Feng Jiuqing sat in the carriage, stood up slightly, opened the curtain and said: "Go and deal with the little tail behind."

"Yes!"

I don't know who he is, but he dares to follow him. Do you really think he has a good temper?

The little brat Wuyou has been taking advantage of his injuries these past few days, pretending to be well-behaved on the surface, but secretly being more and more aggressive. Every time he wanted to teach that brat a lesson, the brat looked at him with innocent eyes, and his pale little face made him unable to do it.

After all, Wuyou was not seriously injured, and he promised Wuyou not to drive him out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, but he refused to go out. If Wuyou wanted to stay in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, he let him stay, and he would go to the villa outside the city to relax, so as not to get angry when he saw Wuyou.

It just so happened that his grandmother was also in the villa, so he could go and see her. There were few people outside the city, and the villa belonged to the Grand Tutor, so ordinary people could not get close to it. He could also take off his mask and take a breath.