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

Mo Ling didn't believe that the Grand Tutor would die, even though this group of generals and palace people said that the Grand Tutor was dead. He still didn't believe it until he saw the funeral banners hanging in the Grand Tutor's mansion and a lifeless corpse wearing a mask lying in the dark coffin.

"Asshole, I'm going to kill you. How dare you attack Qingqing again! How dare you!" Wuyou's blue eyes were filled with anger. He pulled out the sword from the guard's hand and slashed at Mo Ling.

"Zheng! Jiazi blocked Mo Ling's way in an instant. After a while of chaos, Wuyou was finally able to take his weapon away. Even so, Wuyou still rushed to Mo Ling and gave him a fierce palm.

Mo Moling was beaten back a few steps, spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at Wuyou, "What did you say! When did I attack Qingqing again? Tell me clearly!"

Wuyou was held down by four or five secret guards, his eyes filled with a bit of crazy murderous intent: "You're still saying no! Qingqing is lying there right now and you're still saying no, Mo Ling, you're a heartless and ungrateful bastard! I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

What Qingqing? What is this kid crazy about? Isn't the one lying there the Grand Tutor? What does Qingqing have to do with it?

"It's not me! I never laid a hand on Qingqing, nor did I have anyone assassinate the Grand Tutor! Also, where do you think Qingqing is?"

"You bastard Mo Ling! How dare you ask! Are you blind or heartless? Qingqing has helped you so much, even your throne was given to you by Qingqing, how dare you! How dare you send someone to kill Qingqing!"

The secret guards could hardly hold Wuyou down, and it took several more secret guards to hold down Wuyou who kept resisting. Looking at the hatred and murderous intent in Wuyou's eyes, Mo Ling didn't understand why he kept saying that he killed Qingqing. Yes, he shot Qingqing with an arrow, but Qingqing was still alive. Besides, what did he mean that his throne was given by Qingqing?

"Tell me clearly, when did I hurt you again? Don't think that I dare not touch you just because you are the Emperor of Western Yan!"

Wuyou roared a few times like crazy, but Mo Ling had too many secret guards, and in order to hide it from Qingqing, he sent all his secret guards away. He only had one secret guard with him, who was stopped by Mo Ling's people.

"Mo Ling! Do you dare to take off the mask on the face of the person lying in the coffin and tell him that you didn't kill him!"

Mo Ling felt that Wuyou was unreasonable. He had never attacked Tai Shi and Qing Qing again.

"Are you crazy? He is the Imperial Master! The Imperial Master of our Great Yue! As his student, how can I let him go in disgrace? But I can swear that I have never sent anyone to kill the Imperial Master. If you break this oath, you will not die a good death!"

"You are scared, right, Mo Ling? You are afraid that you will be killed by their ghosts in your dreams at midnight! Since you don't dare, then I will do it!"

"what--"

Wuyou's eyes were bloodshot, and he madly struggled to break free from all the secret guards and came to the coffin. He carefully took off the mask, revealing a face that was so pale and bloodless, and lifeless, but very familiar to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling rushed to the coffin in an instant, stretched out his trembling hand in front of the man, but then stopped.

"It's fake! This must be fake! How could it be Qingqing? Wasn't that person who injured the Imperial Master? How could it be Qingqing? This must be fake. Qingqing will be fine!"

"This must be someone else's disguise, just like Ah He, pretending to have a face exactly like Qingqing. Don't try to fool me, this is not Qingqing, no!"

Wuyou slapped Mo Ling to the ground and yelled heartbreakingly: "Who the hell lied to you! I also hope this is fake! You are a heartless beast! Qingqing is so good to you, we all saw how he treats you so well, how could you send someone to kill Qingqing! How could you!"

"I will kill you now, you beast, and use your blood to sacrifice to you, my dear!"

There was another round of chaos. The secret guards risked their lives to pull Wuyou away from Mo Ling's neck. But Wuyou was like an angry lion and would never give up until he had killed his prey. It took dozens of secret guards to hold Wuyou down!

"This is not Qingqing! No!" Mo Ling roared. He turned and pointed at Wen Chu and said, "Tell me, this is not Mingqing!"

Wen Chu's eyes were filled with murderous intent and sarcasm, and he said coldly: "He is indeed not Ming Qing——"

Mo Ling wiped the tears from his face and murmured: "I knew it, I knew he was not Qingqing!"

Wen Chu's voice suddenly rose: "You know nothing! You conscienceless beast! Watch him carefully. Anyway, the marshal is dead. I will tell you now that the one lying in the coffin is Tai Shi Feng Jiu Qing! It is also Ming Qing who entered the palace and became a noble lord for you!"

"Ming Qing is Feng Jiu Qing! Can you hear me? Feng Jiu Qing is Ming Qing!!"

"Clap!"

Mo Ling seemed to be struck by lightning. For a moment he seemed to be unable to hear anything. Only one sentence kept playing in his mind: Ming Qing is Feng Jiuqing!

Mingqing is Feng Jiuqing!

How could Ming Qing be Feng Jiuqing!

Who is Feng Jiuqing! Feng Jiuqing is the Grand Tutor of Great Yue! He is the Grand Tutor of Great Yue that he has to avoid! How could he be the delicate and charming Ming Qing!

How can it be!