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

Tian Qing ignored the people behind him. Unless Mo Ling didn't want his throne, he would not break into the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Of course, the Grand Tutor's Mansion is not so easy to break into. In addition to the black-armored soldiers at the door, there are countless secret guards and generals under the young master inside. Unless Mo Ling kills them all, there is no way he can get in.

But if they were all killed, half of the military officers in the court would be gone. By then, the Youyun Army would march south, and Nanzhao, Beirong and Xiyan would not miss this opportunity, and Dai Viet would be almost finished.

It seems like a good idea to bury the entire Daiyue with the prince, right?

The general rolled his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong with this emperor's brain?"

She can cry like this while holding a hairpin. It's just a broken hairpin, yet she dares to give it to his marshal. What does she think of their marshal?

The loss is cut off, and they just give their marshal some worthless things. It seems that their marshal is simple and easy to be deceived. Even the girls in the border areas will not be fooled by this trick!

"Get lost! My Marshal doesn't need you to mourn him! Don't let my Marshal be tainted by your bad luck!"

Prince Nancheng held his forehead and rubbed his temples: "A Ling, let's go back to the palace."

"Brother, I won't go back! I'll ask a craftsman to fix the hairpin. After it's fixed, Qingqing will be willing to see me. Fix it—"

The secret guard caught Mo Ling who was knocked unconscious by the guards of King Nancheng. King Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Mo Ling would suddenly go to see Feng Jiuqing. Under the current circumstances, angering the people in the Grand Tutor's Mansion was obviously not a wise choice.

But Mo Ling, this stubborn guy, is very likely to do it. The King of Nancheng has been bullied by him for two years and is almost traumatized. Fortunately, his guards acted quickly, otherwise, there is no telling what this stubborn guy would do.

Prince Nancheng ordered his secret guards to quickly carry Mo Ling back to the palace. The carriage was running very fast along the way, as if there was a vicious dog chasing it.

The general watched the Jinwu Guards coming in with great momentum and then going back in disgrace. He couldn't help but spit. What bad luck!

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Feng Jiuqing sat alone on the rooftop drinking. Qiushen and Wenbu sat on his left and right. Feng Jiuqing said helplessly: "You are not drinking with me, what are you doing here?"

Wenbu smiled and said: "Pavilion Master, you forgot that in our Astrology Pavilion, observing the celestial phenomena at night is a basic skill."

"You guys just watch the celestial phenomena, why are you sitting next to me?" Feng Jiuqing rolled his eyes, raised his head and took a sip of wine: "Why, do you want to drink with me?"

"Disciples of the Astrology Pavilion are forbidden to drink alcohol. Pavilion Master, please don't seduce us into making mistakes." The Prisoner God sat cross-legged in a serious manner.

"Oh, there is such a rule. Why didn't you tell me before? If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't be the master of this astrology pavilion."

Feng Jiuqing took another sip of wine, chuckled, and threw the wine jug to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

"What does the Astrology Pavilion's disciples' ban on drinking have to do with the Pavilion Master? The Pavilion Master is not bound by the Astrology Pavilion's rules. After all, the Pavilion Master doesn't know how to tell fortunes or use the horoscope, right?" Wen Bu tilted his head and looked at Feng Jiuqing with a smile.

Feng Jiuqing smiled, stood up and flew to the rooftop opposite: "Since you know I can't tell fortunes, why do you want me to be the head of the Astrology Pavilion?"

This question has been on Feng Jiuqing's mind for several years. Ever since he took over the Astrology Pavilion, this question has been lingering in his mind, and he finally asked it today.

The prisoner's eyes moved away from the starry sky and fell on Feng Jiuqing: "The old Pavilion Master chose you, so you are the new Pavilion Master. Pavilion Master sees that your forehead is black, how about I give you a death?"

Feng Jiuqing bit open the wine seal and waved his hand, "No need."

The Prisoner God is very accurate in fortune-telling, but he can only predict bad things. Everything he predicts will come true, commonly known as a crow's mouth, so Feng Jiuqing refused to have him tell fortunes.

"It's over. I've figured it out. Pavilion Master, on the night of the full moon, there will be a one in ten chance of death."

Feng Jiuqing drank a sip of wine without much concern, raised his eyebrows and said: "You mean, I will die on a full moon night?"

The Prisoner God shook his head: "That's what the hexagram says."

"Then why are you shaking your head?" Feng Jiuqing asked with a smile.

The prisoner god said seriously: "The hexagram is only two or three points, and heaven's will is not as good as human will, so the words on the hexagram cannot be trusted."

Feng Jiuqing really laughed this time, "You are a fortune teller who is always accurate in fortune telling, but you actually said that the fortune telling is unreliable? How interesting."

“Does the Pavilion Master believe in divination but not people?” The Prisoner God retracted his gaze and continued to look at the starry sky.

Feng Jiuqing: ...Are we charlatans?

"I only believe that everything depends on human efforts." Feng Jiuqing drank the wine in one gulp, wiped the corner of his mouth and threw the jar of wine down.

"Snapped!"

The wine jar broke into several pieces, and Wenbu suddenly said: "Mars is shining brightly, and the evil star is darkening the moon. I am afraid that there will be another disaster in the world. Wouldn't you consider going into the world to save people?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "People are always greedy. If I can save you once, how can I save you a second time? I am tired and just want to find a place to spend the rest of my life. I don't want to be involved in any more disputes."

"So that's how it is. The starry sky encompasses everything, but only the Pavilion Master comes from another world and is not among them. If the Pavilion Master is willing to go out, remember to tell me so that I can do divination for the Pavilion Master again. If the Pavilion Master is unwilling, although my Astrology Pavilion is poor, we can still support the Pavilion Master."