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

"Ajiu, please believe me! I won't hurt you. Everything you see and feel now is fake!"

"fake?"

Feng Jiuqing was furious: "What bullshit are you talking about! I have a happy family, a gentle fiancé, and I am very happy! How could all this be fake!"

"But you, who don't even dare to show your face, are you the fake one!"

"Ajiu, you really can't marry him. Once you get married, there's no going back! You'll die!"

The voice in the void continued to reach Feng Jiuqing's ears, and Feng Jiuqing became angry.

"Will you die if you get married? You know I'm getting married today and you say such depressing words. You must have a grudge against me! No matter who you are, don't even think about ruining my wedding!"

"If you have the guts, come out and speak up. What's the point of hiding in the dark?"

Tongzi was so anxious that he almost cried: "Ajiu! Everything you see now is what you want to see the most! This is an illusion, so everything is what you want the most!"

"Once you achieve your wish, you will die and become someone else's puppet! Ah Jiu, you are Feng Jiuqing. All your glory and stardom are only because you are you, not because you are someone's son or partner!"

"Ajiu, you said that you are the free and galloping wind, not a bird with chains. You will always be free and passionate!"

Feng Jiuqing's head suddenly hurt so much that he fell into the chair. He held his head and whimpered in pain.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes, his face covered with tears, and said with a bit of grievance: "Ah Xun, it hurts! Can you help me rub it, please?"

Ah Xun gently wiped his tears, placed his fingertips on his temple, and gently massaged: "Why do you suddenly have a headache?"

Feng Jiuqing looked at Ah Xun with tears in his eyes: "I'm so happy. When I think about marrying you, I can't help but think about a lot of things. Maybe I'm overworking my brain."

Ah Xun had a bit of heartache in his eyes. While rubbing Feng Jiuqing's head, he whispered, "I'm happy too, Qingqing, but we still have a long, long time after we get married. Let's be happy together for the rest of our lives, okay!"

Feng Jiuqing also smiled, and the unshed tears in his eyes overflowed: "Okay."

"Squeak - Ajiu - don't believe him! Squeak - he - will hurt you! Squeak - squeak - we - you -"

The harsh mechanical noise and intermittent voices made Feng Jiuqing's ears hurt a little. He rubbed his ears, as if he heard nothing, took Ah Xun's hand away from his forehead and clenched it.

"A Xun, are we really getting married today? I always feel a little uneasy." Feng Jiuqing said softly.

"Of course, Jiu, I'm already in front of you. If not today, then when are we going to get married?"

Ah Xun approached Feng Jiuqing, his voice a little hoarse: "Even if Qingqing is afraid of marriage now, she can't escape. I must bring my little prince home today, and no one can stop me!"

"Squeak—don't believe him! Squeak—"

"My little prince, the wedding is about to begin, let's go out."

Feng Jiuqing smiled and nodded: "Okay!"

Feng Jiuqing took Ah Xun's arm and walked step by step to the center of the stage, completing every step of the wedding with him until -

"Excuse me, Mr. Yan Xun, no matter whether Mr. Feng Jiuqing is poor or rich, healthy or unhealthy, alive or dead in the future, are you willing to marry him?"

Ah Xun smiled happily, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Jiuqing was so gentle that it could drown someone.

"I am willing!"

The MC smiled and turned to ask Feng Jiuqing: "Excuse me, Mr. Feng Jiuqing, no matter whether Yan Xun is poor or rich, healthy or unhealthy, alive or dead in the future, are you willing to marry him?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were full of tears, his lips were open, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Yan Xun reached out and wiped away Feng Jiuqing's tears, and chuckled: "Qingqing, are you too excited to speak? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Feng Jiuqing let his tears fall like a broken string, and finally said, "I—don't want to!"

Yan Xun was stunned, looking at Feng Jiuqing. The emperor's eyes were full of shock, disbelief, and grievance...

"Qingqing, did you say something wrong? Come on, don't be afraid, say it again." Yan Xun comforted her softly.

Feng Jiuqing smiled, but tears were falling like crazy as if they were free: "I said, I don't want to!"

"why?"

"Qingqing, don't you want to marry me the most? Why would you not want to?" Yan Xun seemed heartbroken, but he still looked at Feng Jiuqing, as if he wanted him to give an answer.

Feng Jiuqing's tears kept falling: "If all this is true, how I hope it is true! Ah Xun, if the real you proposed to me, I would definitely do everything I can to marry you."

"It would be great if you were really like that!"

The originally magnificent auditorium began to collapse, and the guests began to become ferocious, as if Feng Jiuqing had a deep hatred towards them.

Only Feng Jiuqing and the person opposite him were gentle and calm, and just looked at Feng Jiuqing lovingly.

There was a flash of shock in Feng Jiuqing's eyes. His Ah Xun was so gentle even in his dreams.

Those people rushed towards Feng Jiuqing with their fangs and claws bared, as if they wanted to grind Feng Jiuqing to ashes.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Ah Xun deeply, turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled into his arms by Yan Xun and held up.

"Qingqing, I'll take you out."

Feng Jiuqing saw that Yan Xun did not walk out of the auditorium, but turned around and ran towards the group of people.

Isn't this a suicide?

Feng Jiuqing struggled violently, but a sigh came from above his head: "Qingqing, be good, believe me, Xun will never hurt you."

Feng Jiuqing stopped struggling and watched Yan Xun cleverly avoid everyone and bring him to a very secret door.

The moment he put Feng Jiuqing down and opened the door, Feng Jiuqing saw that his back was already covered in blood. Before Feng Jiuqing's outstretched hand touched the blood on his back, he was pushed into the door.

Feng Jiuqing could only see Yan Xun with a smile on his face, drowned in the crowd.

"Qingqing, live well, and - I love you."

The last few words were so soft that he could hardly hear them, but Feng Jiuqing knew clearly what he was saying. The words "I love you" hurt him so much that his heart was torn apart.

"Ah Xun!"

Feng Jiuqing suddenly sat up, but fell down again due to exhaustion. Tears welled up in his eyes, and every beat of his heart was heart-wrenching.

"Ah Xun——"

"Ajiu, you finally woke up. I thought you would never come back."

Feng Jiuqing stood up again, hugged Tongzi in his arms, and cried silently: "Tongzi, I saw Axun! It's the real Axun! I thought, I thought his was fake, so I said I didn't want to at the wedding!"

"How could I-how could I hurt him again!"

"Tongzi! My Ah Xun——"