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

The autumn wind was bleak, and the sycamore leaves were flying all over the sky. The slightly cold wind blew the leaves into a spiral, making them fly higher and higher.

There was a young man under the paulownia tree, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He was leaning against the tree with his eyes closed, appearing a bit casual and unfocused.

Yan Xun's usually cold eyes couldn't help but show a hint of smile. After a few short years, he finally saw his god again, a young god who looked like he had never seen before.

It turns out that gods were so carefree and undisciplined when they were young. Well, adult gods are even worse.

Being the only god in the three thousand worlds and controlling the three thousand worlds, it sounds like it should be unattainable and precious.

But this god is actually very unfocused. For example, since he became the main god system, he not only has to remind the very fun gods to complete their tasks (although it is impossible for gods to fail to complete their tasks with their abilities, but gods may forget their tasks because they are having too much fun. Well, although he is a guide, he is actually reminding the main gods who are having fun not to forget.), but also has to handle various government affairs of the main god space for the gods. (I solemnly declare that I have absolutely no intention of complaining. I love to help the main god handle all affairs. After all, only in this way can the main god be inseparable from me, right?)

"How long are you going to watch me? Why, do you want to fight? New here—"

"illegitimate child."

The voice in his ear was a bit bad, but Yan Xun could not feel it at all. His mind was now filled with only this thought: The Lord God is speaking in my ear.

Although this was not strange to Yan Xun, before the Lord God fell asleep, he would occasionally talk to him like this. But the Lord God had been asleep for many years, and he had not seen the Lord God so lively for a long time.

"Heh, I thought you were so powerful, but why are you crying before I even made a move? Are you so fond of crying, little crybaby?"

Feng Jiuqing took a step back, with an impeccable and perfect fake smile on his face, but his eyes were cold enough to chill people to the bone. He hated all the illegitimate children who came to him to get in his way, but this man was crying so miserably, it seemed like it would be a good idea for him to beat him up again?

This pretty boy with delicate skin and tender flesh looks like a fragile and delicate flower that has been pampered in a greenhouse.

Feng Jiuqing admits that although he is not a kind person, he is still a good person after all. How can he not let these flowers in the greenhouse experience the cruelty of the storm?

An autumn breeze blew up the sycamore leaves on the ground, and Feng Jiuqing's smile deepened a little. The weather is cooler, so let the storm come more violently.

This face made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable, which was not a good thing.

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's start with this face."

Thanks to the "care" of the stud's illegitimate son over the years, he has become a ninth-degree Sanda master at a young age. Moreover, he is also the secret heir of ancient martial arts. His senior and junior brothers are all good fighters, but they are poor.

The reason why he could become the heir was that compared to his other fellow disciples, he was not so poor in money. Even the entire sect, uh, was supported by his private money.

But private money is not the same as pocket money. It’s funny to say that as the most orthodox heir of the Feng family, he has no pocket money.

In the words of the old head of the Feng family, as the eldest grandson of the Feng family (this title is questionable, as far as he knows, there are several illegitimate children who are older than him), he can have everything he wants, his clothes are custom-made, and he eats the best delicacies from land and sea, and in the future the entire Feng family will belong to him.

But he nominally owned the entire Feng family, but in fact, his pockets were cleaner than his face, and he was truly penniless.

Perhaps because he doted on his only son too much, he turned out to be a useless playboy. Patriarch Feng kept a very strict control over him. He was always accompanied by bodyguards when he went out, saying that he was afraid that he would get hurt. But when he was beaten up by those illegitimate children, none of the bodyguards even offered a hand.

What kind of protection is this? It's just to satisfy Patriarch Feng's desire for control and monitor him in the name of protection. And money is also Patriarch Feng's means of controlling him.

In the eyes of the Feng family, he had been well-behaved and obedient over the years. He was under surveillance and had no money on him, so it was absolutely impossible for him to escape abroad like his second uncle and disappear without a trace.

Although no one had ever mentioned that he had a second uncle, and outsiders also said that the stud in the Feng family was the only son, he might know more about his second uncle than the arrogant old patriarch Feng.

In the eyes of this person at the top of the Feng family's food chain, being as romantic as the stallion is not a problem, but disobeying him is a rebellion that absolutely cannot occur. But he forgot that he is old, the times are progressing, and his age and arrogance are only increasing day by day.

The Feng family's side branches were eyeing him covetously, but he turned a blind eye and only indulged in the satisfaction of controlling Feng Jiuqing.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Feng Jiuqing's eyes. He had long been out of the control of old Patriarch Feng. It was just that he was not strong enough to fight against the Feng family, which had been rich for hundreds of years.

Although Feng Jiuqing was thinking, he attacked without any hesitation and went straight to Yan Xun's face.

If Yan Xunwan had dodged for just one second, he would have been rewarded with a pair of beautiful national treasure eyes.

Ten minutes passed, and Feng Jiuqing became more and more frightened as the fight went on. He thought this was just a useless waste vase, but he never expected that this pretty boy was so powerful. He could hold his own against him for so long without losing the upper hand at all. It seemed like he had to get serious.

Feng Jiuqing smiled at Yan Xun and suddenly accelerated his attack. If Yan Xun was not a human, he would have been defeated by Feng Jiuqing.

But Feng Jiuqing is not a very good person. Although he has rare treasures, he doesn't know how to use them!

Facing Yan Xun, a non-human who was a main god system, Feng Jiuqing was defeated by Yan Xun without any surprise after ten minutes.

He was pressed against the phoenix tree by Yan Xun, with his hands pressed over his head, his waist was wrapped around him, and his feet were also held down. Probably the only parts he could move so far were his fingers.

It had been a long time since Feng Jiuqing had been so humiliated and pinned down by someone. For a moment, he almost couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, but he knew that he was now a fish on the chopping board, and he would never beg for mercy even if he was beaten to death by this man.

Just as he was looking at Yan Xun indifferently, quietly waiting for the coming storm, his left ear was suddenly itchy from a gust of hot air, and then a low voice sounded in his ear.

"Young Master, your greeting gift seems a little impolite, but who made me your "personal" butler? Forget it this time, but don't do it next time."