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

Although he was forced to be an elder and serve as Old Lady Shen's son for an entire afternoon, he felt pretty good. At least Old Lady Shen truly loved her son, so much so that he was also loved by her for once.

Old Lady Shen was originally a daughter of a general. She and Old Duke Shen had guarded the border for many years. Their eldest son was with them at the border, while the youngest son was sent back to the capital. Later, when Western Yan sent troops to besiege Dai Viet, Old Lady Shen became pregnant again, so Old Duke Shen sent her back to the capital to take care of the baby.

Who would have thought that although the battle was won, both Old Duke Shen and Shen's eldest son died for their country. Shen's eldest son was just an adult at the time, and for a time, only the pregnant Old Lady Shen and the seven-year-old Shen Erlang were left in the huge Duke's Mansion.

The former emperor, Mo Ling's grandfather, took pity on the orphans and widows of the Shen family. Not only did he allow Shen Erlang to inherit the title ahead of time, he also made the daughter born to Old Lady Shen a princess to show the emperor's grace and appease the hearts of the military generals at the border.

At the border, Shen's eldest son was known as the Jade-faced General, so he must have been very handsome. But he had been at the border for many years, and no one in the capital had seen him, so no one in the capital knew what Shen's eldest son looked like, except for the old subordinates of Duke Shen.

Especially now that more than forty years have passed, there are only a few people who can still remember what Shen Dalang looked like.

Feng Jiuqing himself did not expect that he would actually look like the deceased Jade-faced General. That's right, after all, the nephew looks like his uncle. It's just that no one knows how much they look alike that would cause Old Lady Shen, his grandmother, to mistake him for him.

At night, Mo Ling returned to Qianyuan Palace. Feng Jiuqing happened to be taking a nap. He couldn't help but kiss Feng Jiuqing on the face.

Feng Jiuqing pushed a furry object away in a daze, muttering softly, "Tongzi, stop it!"

Mo Ling didn't quite hear the first two words, but he could tell clearly that Feng Jiuqing was not calling A Yan. Looking at Feng Jiuqing sleeping so soundly, who would allow his beloved to trust him so much and sleep so defenselessly?

Mo Ling's face couldn't help but darken, and a chill emanated from him from the inside out.

Feng Jiuqing suddenly felt a little cold. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw someone with a bad face. Is Mo Ling in a bad mood?

He decided to pretend that he saw nothing and blinked his eyes: "Ayan? You're back?"

"Yeah." Mo Ling responded, still looking at Feng Jiuqing, with a hint of coldness in his dark eyes.

It seemed that Mo Ling's anger was directed at him. Feng Jiuqing carefully recalled everything that happened today. There was nothing special about it, just like before, except that he saw Old Madam Shen and was hugged lovingly by her.

Could it be that Mo Ling even drinks vinegar from Old Lady Shen? Is he the jealous king from the birthplace of vinegar? Why does he drink vinegar from everything?

Feng Jiuqing sighed helplessly, stood up and gave Mo Ling a kiss.

Is this okay? It would be impolite to be jealous any more.

However, Mo Ling's expression did not improve at all, and he even grabbed the person who came to his door into his arms.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling in confusion and tilted his head and asked, "Ayan?"

Mo Ling straightened Feng Jiuqing's messy hair, and after a while he asked the person in his arms, "Who was the person Qingqing called just now?"

"People? What people? How could there be other people here?" Feng Jiuqing asked Mo Ling in confusion.

Mo Ling played with Feng Jiuqing's earrings and whispered in his ear, "The person in Qingqing's dream."

"The person in the dream?" Feng Jiuqing thought about it carefully. He didn't have any dream today, so where did the person in the dream come from?

Mo Ling said faintly: "Just now I heard Qingqing calling out someone else's name in her dream."

Feng Jiuqing rubbed his forehead and finally remembered that he had pushed away a furry thing just now, and vaguely seemed to call out "Tongzi"?

"Tongzi, were you here when I was sleeping just now?"

The system kindly explained to Feng Jiuqing: "It's not me. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Mo Ling."

Oh, that’s it.

He thought it was Tongzi, so he called him Tongzi out of habit, but he didn't expect that the one who disturbed his sleep was not the system cat, but someone who was planning to do something bad.

It was obviously he who wanted to do something bad, but now he is turning the tables on me. Is there any justice in this world?

Feng Jiuqing suppressed his laughter and nodded heavily: "Yes, Qingqing, I remember now, it is true, I did have a dream just now."

Mo Ling's face darkened, and there seemed to be some threat in his voice: "Really? Who did you dream about, Qingqing? Tell me so I can recognize them."

Feng Jiuqing skillfully struggled to free herself from Mo Ling's embrace and deliberately added fuel to the fire: "He is very important to Qingqing."

"is it?"

Mo Ling tapped the table with one hand, making a crisp sound: "How important is it?"

Feng Jiuqing said nonsense seriously: "Very, very important!"

"More important than me?"

Mo Ling's aura was fully revealed as he stared at Feng Jiuqing with a strong sense of oppression.

But Feng Jiuqing was not afraid at all, he raised his eyebrows and coughed lightly: "You are not comparable."

"You might as well tell me who he is. I am also very curious."

You don't look curious, but more like you want to kill everyone's clan.

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Mo Ling's face turned even darker.

"Why do you have to compete with him?"

Mo Ling's eyes were cold, and he pushed Feng Jiuqing back step by step, and asked softly: "Am I not worthy to compete with him?"

Feng Jiuqing couldn't stop laughing: "Not really."

Mo Ling said nothing. He pushed Feng Jiuqing, who had no way to retreat, into a corner, blocking all his escape routes.

"Why are you laughing so happily? Who on earth is so important to you that you are more important than me? Please don't lie to me."

Feng Jiuqing laughed so hard that tears came out: "Ayan, do you want to make me die of laughter?"

Mo Ling slowly held Feng Jiuqing's hand, his voice slightly cold: "Am I funny in your eyes?"

Feng Jiuqing shook his head: "Qingqing didn't mean that."

Mo Ling leaned close to Feng Jiuqing's ear and said, "Oh, what does Qingqing mean?"

Feng Jiuqing finally realized the danger and tried to escape, but failed. The person in front of him seemed to be really angry with him, and Feng Jiuqing realized that he had gone too far.

"Why aren't you talking?" Mo Ling lifted Feng Jiuqing's chin with his other hand until he could see all of Feng Jiuqing's expressions clearly.

Feng Jiuqing blinked and said awkwardly: "Ayan, you think too much."

"Am I thinking too much? But why do I feel like I haven't thought enough?" Mo Ling chuckled, but there was no smile on his face.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling innocently: "This is a misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding? Tell me slowly, I'm listening."

Under Mo Ling's dangerous gaze, Feng Jiuqing said slowly, "Qingqing once raised a raccoon slave."

"Um, so what?"

Feng Jiuqing looked gentle and harmless: "Qingqing was half asleep just now, and thought it was that raccoon slave, so she called out the raccoon slave's name. There was no one in the dream, only Qingqing's raccoon slave."