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

Feng Wude's cell phone fell to the ground, and Yan Xun had already walked in front of Feng Wude.

"There are surveillance cameras here. Whatever you do will be seen! Yan Xun, if you want money, I can give it to you. Don't be impulsive!"

Feng Wude finally realized his fear belatedly. Yan Xun was young and strong, while he was old. The only thing that could help him from the outside world was now blown away and fell far away. He was now a fish on the chopping board. If he could not stabilize Yan Xun, he would be slaughtered.

"Money! Haha—" Yan Xun's hand on Feng Wude's neck suddenly tightened, "Answer whatever I ask, don't talk nonsense, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will do anything."

"Okay! Don't be impulsive! Just state any conditions you have!" The slight feeling of suffocation made Feng Wude forget all about his demeanor and appearance, which were so important to him.

"Were you responsible for the young master's injury?" Yan Xun lowered his head and looked down at the person in front of him, his eyes emitting bursts of coldness.

What? This person didn't want money? He didn't want Ding Feng's secrets either. He just wanted to know why he beat Feng Jiuqing?

What is the relationship between this person and Feng Jiuqing? Did Feng Jiuqing ask him to come?

"Not talking?" There was a hint of murderous intent in Yan Xun's eyes, and his fingers kept tightening. Feng Wude's face became redder and redder, and the feeling of suffocation followed him like a shadow.

"He--he brought shame to the Feng family!"

"Face?" Yan Xun suddenly let go of Feng Wude and slapped him to the ground with his backhand. "How rich is your Feng family? Just for a little face, you beat my young master like that?"

"Cough cough cough--" Feng Wude let out a deafening cough, covering his chest and his face turned purple.

Yan Xun watched Feng Wude struggling on the ground with indifference, and only took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill from the side and gave it to him to take at the last moment.

Before Feng Wude could catch his breath, he heard Yan Xun's cold voice: "If you dare to touch even a hair of my young master again, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Feng Wude's eyes were filled with strong hatred, and he wished he could eat Yan Xun alive. Now there were only the two of them here, and he couldn't do anything to Yan Xun, but once he got out of this door, it was hard to say who would be killed.

After all, Yan Xun is just an orphan. How can he compare with him, the head of the Feng family? Even if Yan Xun is a good fighter, can he beat ten or a hundred people?

Soon he would have this daring creature thrown into the river to feed the fish!

"Want to take revenge on me?" Yan Xun had already seen that Feng Wude valued his face more than his life, so he stepped directly on Feng Wude's face. The damage was not great but it was extremely insulting.

Feng Wude was so angry that he almost took a second quick-acting heart-saving pill.

Only after he had completely humiliated Feng Wude did Yan Xun let him go and forced him into hypnosis.

"Feng Wude, the person who just came in is your enemy. He deliberately humiliated you for revenge."

Yan Xun's voice seemed to carry endless bewitching power, and Feng Wude's eyes gradually became blurred, "Enemy, humiliation!"

"Don't hurt Feng Jiuqing again, remember not even a hair!"

Feng Wude was like a hollow puppet: "No, I can't hurt Jiuqing."

"Very good, give Feng Jiuqing whatever he wants. Don't go against his wishes." Yan Xun continued hypnotizing.

"Not against one's will—"

After a few more times, Feng Wude fainted, and Yan Xun erased all traces. As for the surveillance, it had been destroyed before he came in.

When Feng Wude woke up, he would only remember that he was humiliated by his enemies. He would not remember Yan Xun at all, and he could not find any evidence. He could only swallow this loss alone.

Early the next morning, Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes and was surrounded by familiar surroundings. The soft morning sunlight fell on his face. He stretched out his hand to block the sunlight slightly, and his eyes gradually focused.

This is - his room? But wasn't he locked up in the basement by the old madman last night? The door there is unlocked by fingerprints. Apart from the old madman, only the most loyal dog beside the old madman - the old housekeeper Li Juncai can open it.

The old madman released him in advance? Feng Jiuqing frowned. It was unlikely. According to past experience, even if he was going to meet the stud father today, the old madman would only release him this morning.

No, a face flashed through Feng Jiuqing’s mind. He seemed to have seen Yan Xun before he fell asleep?

Feng Jiuqing looked at the watch on Yan's hand. It was exactly nine o'clock. He took a deep breath. He was going to be late for work. He hoped that the old madman would not take advantage of the situation.

He grabbed his hair casually, and when he was washing, he accidentally looked down and found that the whip marks on his hands had disappeared, and not only on his hands, but also on his back, there was no pain at all.

Feng Jiuqing used the mirror to look at his back, which was as smooth as before, as if he had never been whipped. Strange, the whip marks of that severity last night would take at least half a month to completely heal, and at least a month to half a year to completely disappear, so how could they be completely healed the next day?

Is this world supernatural? Or has he awakened some special physique?

Feng Jiuqing poured a handful of cold water on his face, feeling chilled to the bone. It seemed that he was not dreaming, so how did the whip marks disappear?

As far as he knew, current medical treatment was not enough to apply ointment to the wound and make it heal overnight without leaving any traces, so what on earth had he been through?

Feng Jiuqing opened the door with an indifferent look on his face, and happened to see Butler Yan standing outside the door with a smile on his face.

"Master, breakfast is ready, you can eat anytime."

"Yeah." Feng Jiuqing responded indifferently. When he passed by Yan Xun, he smelled a faint smell of blood on him.

He had been injured many times since he was a child, so he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Is this person injured? Or has he done something shameful?

Forget it, what does it have to do with him? He and Yan Xun are not the same kind of people.

Feng Jiuqing pretended that he didn't notice it. After eating a few bites of breakfast, he went to Dingfeng Building.

As soon as he entered the top floor of the building, he could already feel the depressing atmosphere. It seemed that Fengque had received his surprise gift package.

Feng Jiuqing prepared to enter the general assistant's office in silence, pretending not to notice the lifeless faces of those people.

"Jiuqing, come here——"

Feng Jiuqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person was a shareholder of Dingfeng and also a relative of his, but this person was one of the few normal people in the Feng family.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Hey Jiuqing, something bad happened in the company and we need the chairman to come forward to solve it, but the chairman hasn't come yet. Can you contact the chairman? It's urgent, please help me."

The old lunatic didn't come to work?

How come such outrageous things happen one after another? How can a workaholic never go to work?

Feng Jiuqing nodded politely and dialed the phone calmly.

"Dududu-"

Three rings and still no answer? This is not in line with the old madman's usual style. Did something happen to the old madman? That's really God's will.

"Dududu-"

"beep--"

Just when Feng Jiuqing thought that the old madman would not answer the call, the call was connected, but the voice on the other end was not from the old madman.

"Hey - Master Sun, the old man is not feeling well today. What do you want to talk to him about?"