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

Tianqing, why is she here?

Feng Jiuqing sat on a soft chair and lazily glanced at the figure outside the curtain: "Tianqing is indeed my maid, let her in."

"Yes."

The figure outside the curtain left in a hurry. Feng Jiuqing shook his head. He didn't expect Mo Ling to be so jealous. Wasn't it just that the maid who usually delivered food and medicine looked at him a few more times?

At most, it was just because he accidentally broke a few bowls. Is it necessary to make such a big deal? You even have to put up a curtain, as if he is being kept as a mistress.

He won't let anyone touch him, and he won't allow anyone to get close to him. Tsk, a man's heart is like a needle in the sea.

Feng Jiuqing stood up and stretched his body. These days he had been doing nothing but eating and sleeping. He always felt that Mo Ling was treating him like a pig, but he had no evidence.

The poor system finally escaped from Feng Jiuqing's clutches. God knows how much of Feng Jiuqing's hair has been plucked out these days because he has been so idle. This behavior is simply outrageous!

Soon, footsteps were heard approaching. Feng Jiuqing sat back, supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes and rested.

"Son."

The voice was obviously that of Tianqing.

"You can go down, there is Tianqing here."

"Yes."

After the man left, Tian Qing opened the curtain and entered the inner room, bowing to Feng Jiuqing: "I haven't seen you for a long time, you seem to be a lot fatter."

Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes and looked at Tianqing helplessly: "It's true that I haven't seen you for a long time. Tianqing has become more eloquent. Why don't you spend more time with your brother? I'm very free recently and have nothing to do."

Tianqing took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Jiuqing: "Zhufeng is almost well now, it's time for Tianqing to go back to you. Sir, this is the letter sent back by Canglang."

Feng Jiuqing took it and opened it. His expression gradually became solemn. After a while, he sighed, "Why is it so difficult to retire? Everyone is either causing trouble or on the way to causing trouble. Can't you just be content?"

Tian Qing sighed quietly, "Sir, is there a possibility that it's because you're not even 20 yet? Those old men basically retire when they're in their 70s or 80s, and you're in your prime, why are you only thinking about retirement?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled slightly: "Tianqing, do you think I still have a chance to be promoted?"

Tianqing thought for a while and said, "It seems - not. But you can rebel, my lord. The emperor takes turns to be yours this year."

This girl is really brave, she dares to say anything. Fortunately, I had knocked out the secret guard left by Mo Ling just now, otherwise, who knows what would have happened.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head: "Tianqing, your son is only interested in being the emperor."

The characters are drawn out very long to fully highlight the key points.

Tian Qing obviously understood what he meant, and whispered: "I'm afraid that you will suffer the bitterness of love in the end."

The system also complained silently: He has already eaten it, and has been eating it for three days. It tastes sweet and bitter.

Of course Feng Jiuqing heard Tianqing's words clearly, but he didn't take it to heart. He just lit the letter in his hand and watched it turn into ashes bit by bit.

"The person behind Feihua Tower is either Yan'er's brother or his uncle. It is very likely that they are the same person behind Xitai Tower. They acted like quails when I was around, but I didn't expect that they would never take their hands away behind my back."

Tian Qingdi's eyes fell on the floor at his toes: "If they openly try to take action, you will probably chop off their claws directly."

Feng Jiuqing was amused by Tianqing: "Tianqing, have you taken a course called how to destroy your own son these days?"

Tianqing answered honestly: "No."

Feng Jiuqing blew away the ashes and sat lazily on the chair: "He is the emperor, I can't protect him forever. Let Canglang reveal the contents of the letter to Yan'er. I am a retired old man, so I won't get involved in the affairs of young people like them."

"it is good."

At night, Mo Ling, who had not been seen for many days, suddenly appeared in Feng Jiuqing's yard. Feng Jiuqing's eyes lit up and he smiled unconsciously: "Ayan, you are here."

"Ah."

Mo Ling pulled her into his arms, but his eyes fell on Tian Qing. Tian Qing felt that the night seemed particularly cool for no reason.

"She is your maid? Her hands are white and delicate, and she doesn't look like a servant."

Feng Jiuqing held back his laughter. As soon as he came back, he started to cause trouble for Tianqing. The jealousy of some people was almost making him sick.

"I'm used to it in Xitai Tower. Although Tianqing doesn't do heavy work, he makes good tea, which suits my taste very well."

"Tea is the only thing that suits your taste?"

Mo Ling raised his eyebrows. This girl didn't look like a maid, but more like a young lady from an official family. And this face was obviously not only beautiful, but also outstanding in the capital.

Would such a person be content to be just a maid?

Feng Jiuqing had a faint smile in his eyes: "Of course it's just tea, what did you think it was?"

Mo Ling held Feng Jiuqing's hand and said slowly, "If Qingqing says it's tea, then it's tea. It just so happens that I'm short of a tea-serving maid. I wonder if Qingqing is willing to give it up?"

Tianqing has a straightforward personality and is definitely not suitable to be with Yan'er.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly withdrew his hand. He turned his back to Mo Ling and said angrily and aggrievedly: "Ayan is the richest man in the world, but he even wants to snatch my maid. That's right, no matter how good the tea is, you will get tired of it after drinking it too much. Ayan wants more than just a maid to serve tea, right?"

"I just don't know if an old man like me can only cry when I hear laughter."

Mo Ling was just feeling jealous at first, but he didn't expect that Feng Jiuqing would misunderstand him and even make him angry.

"That's not what I meant."

Feng Jiuqing turned around and looked directly at Mo Ling: "What does A-Yan mean?"

Mo Ling was silent for a while, his inky black eyes sank.

Tianqing knelt on the ground with a "thump", and the sound was so loud that Feng Jiuqing felt distressed. This girl had basically never suffered any grievances since she was rescued and brought back to the mansion by him. He usually raised her like a younger sister. When had she ever suffered such grievances?

"Thank you for your kindness, Tianqing is unwilling. Tianqing's life was saved by you, and I have long vowed to serve you for the rest of my life. Please fulfill my wish."

Feng Jiuqing stepped over Mo Ling and helped Tian Qing up, wiping away her tears: "Don't cry, A Yan is not a person who forces others to do things. He won't embarrass you."

Then he slowly walked to Mo Ling and asked with a bit of grievance and trepidation, "Right, Brother Yan?"

Mo Ling pinched Feng Jiuqing's face, and his black eyes were no longer so captivating.

"Ah."

Feng Jiuqing thought Mo Ling agreed, but he didn't expect that what Mo Ling was thinking now was that he must find a way to make Tian Qing leave without leaving any trace.

After dinner, Mo Ling sent Feng Jiuqing back to his room and went straight to the study.