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

Feng Jiuqing gritted his teeth, staring at the figure kneeling on the washboard outside the palace with hatred. This bastard has been going too far recently, relying on his tolerance to become more and more rude. If it weren't for -

Feng Jiuqing looked at the face in front of him which was exactly the same as the bastard outside the door, took a deep breath, and sighed slightly after a while, but he still couldn't bear to leave.

"Qingqing, please don't be angry, okay? We know we were wrong."

Yan Xun sat beside Feng Jiuqing, looking at him quietly and gently, without showing any sign of uncertainty.

He is one of Ling's main incarnations. At the beginning, Ling divided his main consciousness into two, one was him, and the other had been following in the dark to protect Qingqing. He escorted Qingqing to that world and then reincarnated as Wuyou.

Well, what Ling did was essentially the ideas of him and Wuyou. Of course, there were also the ideas of other clones, but those clones had already been merged and had little impact on them.

He was able to enter the main palace because he was Qingqing's first love, commonly known as Bai Yueguang. Of course, another part of the reason was that Qingqing might not be very clear about the relationship between his clone and main body. Well, he would definitely keep this matter to himself and would never tell it out in his life!

Feng Jiuqing gave Yan Xun a cold look, which made Yan Xun feel uneasy, but he could hold it back.

Yan Xun lowered his head, dressed the same as he was in Fengyuan, and was just as quiet.

The two of them fought like this for a while, and in the end Feng Jiuqing was the first to be defeated.

When it comes to endurance, Feng Jiuqing has never defeated Yan Xun.

"What is your current identity, huh?" Feng Jiuqing asked softly with his eyes half closed.

Yan Xun stood up straight with his long legs, leaned forward slightly and said: "Qingqing, I am Yan Xun."

Sure enough, Yan Xun always knew how to coax him. Feng Jiuqing stood up and patted Yan Xun on the shoulder, looking at him meaningfully.

"In that case, Butler Yan, follow me."

The next moment, there was a flash of golden light, and the palace in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a garden full of irises.

Irises were the first bouquet of flowers Yan Xun gave him, and also the flowers that marked their love.

Before, this place was full of thorns. He didn't like any flowers or plants, and forbade anyone to plant them in Feng Garden. This patch of thorns grew on its own, and was left there by Feng Jiuqing.

Because at that time, he was the wildly growing thorns, and the bunch of irises, who knows when, grew and bloomed beside the thorns.

Feng Jiuqing restored his original world to the way it was on the day he left. The only change was that the thorns were replaced with irises.

"Irises are blooming beautifully, my dear—"

Yan Xun's eyes became moist the moment he saw the flower. It turned out that Qingqing still remembered the flower. How great.

"Thank you, Qingqing."

Yan Xun's voice was choked for a moment, and he couldn't help but hug Feng Jiuqing in his arms.

There was a hint of red on the tip of Feng Jiuqing's ears. He didn't change them to irises on purpose. He just - just thought that thorns were ugly. Well, that's it. He didn't change them especially for Yan Xun.

"My dear, I like it very much."

Feeling the tears on his neck, Feng Jiuqing's erected thorns softened again, and he pretended not to care and said: "Yeah."

Yan Xun couldn't tell what was wrong with him for a moment. He just felt that Feng Jiuqing had opened a door to the softest part of his heart. He held the person in his arms as if he was holding the whole world.

After a long time, Yan Xun looked at Iris with a slightly dim look in his eyes. He forced himself to suppress the inappropriate thoughts in his heart and let go of Feng Jiuqing.

He was afraid that if he held her for one more second, he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

Feng Jiuqing still knew nothing, and even smiled and patted Yan Xun's face, "Butler Yan, you're crying now, tsk, crybaby."

After Feng Jiuqing finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the door, so he didn't see the deep eyes behind him at all.

Yan Xun wiped away his tears, with a faint smile on his lips. He thought to himself that Qingqing seemed to be happy a little too early. He seemed to have forgotten who cried more when they were together.

Of course, Yan Xun would never bully Feng Jiuqing, except sometimes.

Yan Xun didn't catch up for a long while, Feng Jiuqing turned back, half leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows and said: "What are you still standing there for, Butler Yan, I'm hungry, you should cook."

Yan Xun looked at the arrogant man in front of him and smiled gently, "Excuse me, my young master, what would you like to eat?"

Feng Jiuqing snorted, turned around and rubbed his hands, and said, "Young Master is Young Master. What do you mean my little young master? Yan Xun has also learned bad things from that bad guy!"

"A seafood feast, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, a mandarin duck hot pot with braised pork, and a Manchu-Han banquet. That's all for now."

Feng Jiuqing was determined to make trouble for Yan Xun. He was the main god, how could he not know Ling's situation? He was just willing to pamper them. However, his willingness to pamper them did not mean that he was not angry, especially since this bad guy had hidden a lot of things from him.

"Yes, sir." Yan Xun leaned forward slightly, his slim-fitting tuxedo making him look a bit like a gentleman.

"I need to eat it within an hour, otherwise--"

Feng Jiuqing glanced at him and gave him only a cold smile, just like the arrogant and indifferent boy he was back then.

Yan Xun was stunned for a moment. At that time, he had just arrived at Wutong Garden, which was the old house of the Feng family. That group of people were pretending to be cultured and did something called "Feng Qi Wutong" so they called the house Wutong Garden.

It was a quadrangle courtyard, similar to an ancient official residence. There were many people inside, but most of them were from the side branches. In this generation of the main family, Feng Jiuqing was the only legitimate heir.

Although it is orthodox, there is actually at least one illegitimate child of a football team living in Wutong Garden. Fortunately, Wutong Garden is very large, and if it is not intentional, he will only be seen a few times a year.

But being big also has its disadvantages, such as having many dark corners. Because of this, his beloved has suffered a lot of grievances.