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

Chapter 269: Pretending to be pitiful

Wuyou had a hint of smile in his eyes: "Thank you, brother. It doesn't hurt. As long as you are here, it won't hurt."

When Wuyou said it didn't hurt, Feng Jiuqing pinched his arm and said with a sinister smile: "It doesn't hurt? Huh?"

There was a little sweat on Wuyou's forehead, and his face was distorted due to excessive pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "No - well, it hurts!"

Feng Jiuqing asked with great interest: "Does it hurt or not?"

Wuyou took a breath in pain and smiled weakly at Feng Jiuqing: "No - it hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Brother! Wuyou is in pain."

Feng Jiuqing then let go of Wuyou, snorted coldly and lifted Wuyou's chin, his expression cold: "It hurts! If you dare to do those dangerous things again, I will have to teach you a lesson myself."

"After all, it's better for me to kill you directly than to be bitten to death by a wild beast, don't you think?"

Wuyou looked at Feng Jiuqing pitifully, trying to discern whether his words were true or not, but Feng Jiuqing remained unmoved and as cold as a sculpture.

It seemed that Qingqing had really been provoked too much, Wuyou nodded obediently: "I won't do anything dangerous again, brother, Wuyou promises."

"It's better this way! I don't care if you want to go back to Dayue, but if you dare to joke with your own life, Wuyou, don't think I can't do it."

"You have to know that I am the Grand Tutor of Da Yue and the Marshal of Youyun Army. I have fought at least 5,000 battles. I have many lives to pay, and I don't need yours."

The murderous aura emanating from Feng Jiuqing seemed to have suddenly turned into a battlefield. The sounds of killing were everywhere in his ears. Wuyou could even feel the chill on the soldiers' weapons and the murderous intent that rushed into his heart.

Wuyou was so aggrieved that her tears fell to the ground, as if she was frightened. Only then did Feng Jiuqing retract his murderous aura, put down a bottle of golden wound medicine, and turned away indifferently.

This kid Wuyou is getting more and more courageous. If he is not taught a lesson, I am afraid that he will dare to learn from Wu Erlang and fight a tiger with bare hands tomorrow, and then give the tiger a meal.

As the emperor of Western Yan, couldn't he have a sense of danger? He dared to go into the mountains to hunt alone. With his mediocre skills, he was really crazy.

He just captured Wuyou's secret guard. His heart was in his throat after listening to the guard's description. Did this brat want to piss him off to death so that he could inherit his IOU?

He was deliberately scaring him, and he was also deliberately so cold. Even after being hurt, he still greeted him with a cautious smile. Was he trying to encourage Wuyou to get hurt again?

Based on Feng Jiuqing's understanding of Wuyou, this brat is really capable of doing such a thing!

You have to be ruthless to prevent future troubles. These little bastards are always giving me trouble. I really owed them in my previous life!

The fear in Wuyou's eyes disappeared instantly after Feng Jiuqing turned around, and he just stared at Feng Jiuqing's leaving back.

Qingqing cares about him, doesn't she?

When he heard that he was injured, he not only sent someone to bring him medicine, but also came to see him in person, although he was a little fierce and tried to scare him on purpose.

But Qingqing may not know that in his eyes, Qingqing with murderous look on her face is damn charming!

Compared to her usual gentle and unrestrained love, this kind of ostentatious love can make his heart tremble more. He really wants to hide her love and let only him see it.

Qingqing knew clearly that he was a slave, so how could she believe that he would be hurt by a wild beast?

Qingqing would not know that he was once the most valuable slave in the Colosseum under the city of Xiyanwu. The crocodiles, tigers, lions, and all kinds of ferocious beasts raised by the owner of the Colosseum all died in his hands, including the arrogant owner of the Colosseum.

After he planned to kill the man, he disguised himself as a beggar to avoid the search. He originally wanted to find his mother's body. He heard that his mother died on the border of Western Yan, so he deliberately ran into a human trafficker and took him to the border.

Unexpectedly, the poison in his body broke out when he was at the border, so he was sold to Dai Viet. He thought about escaping, but he wanted to see if the place where his mother had stayed was different from the smelly Western Yan.

The result is no different. Those in power disregard human lives and take pleasure in taking human lives. The wronged have no place to speak out and are often blamed and eventually die unjustly.

Whether it was Western Yan or Dai Yue, these things had never changed. The lowly were born lowly, were stepping stones and laughed at all their lives, and finally died in an deserted corner. If people saw them, they would curse them for bad luck.

The farts of those dignitaries are all fragrant. Many people cannot even smell them even if they try their best, but they still try their best to squeeze forward. However, ahead of them are not only the leftovers that those people don't want, but also a cliff thousands of feet high.

And now, he has become one of the dignitaries, even the most distinguished one. This was something he had never dared to think about before, but Qingqing gave it to him easily.

Of course he had to hold on to all of this, but what was more important than all of this was his Qingqing, who was always so good to him no matter how humble or noble he was. There was no one else in the world who could be compared to her except his mother, and perhaps not even his mother.

After all, more than ten years later, his mother couldn't recognize him at all, but he recognized him the first time he saw his mother. At that time, his mother only had eyes for A Lu.

So he pretended not to know his mother. It was enough for him to have Qingqing. Anyway, his mother was living a good life, and it would not have any impact even without him.

Qingqing hoped that he could reunite with his mother, so he obeyed. But even though he was so well-behaved and obedient, Qingqing still wanted to leave and return to that bastard who didn't know how to cherish. How could he allow this to happen?

He wanted to send someone to assassinate Mo Ling, but if Mo Ling died, would he become the white moonlight in Qingqing's heart that could never be found again, and would she remember him forever? How could Wuyou allow this to happen?

He wants to stay with Qingqing, replace him unknowingly, then let Qingqing get used to him, and finally erase Mo Ling from Qingqing's heart, so that Qingqing will only have him in her heart.

And there is only Qingqing in his heart, they are a perfect match.

Wuyou untied the gauze on his hand, revealing the hideous wound he had cut himself. He tore open the healing wound at random and slowly poured the healing medicine left by Feng Jiuqing on it.

It hurts, but he can feel alive, right?

Fortunately, Feng Jiuqing had walked far away and I didn't know, otherwise I would have beaten him up severely. He didn't take care of his body at all. If he didn't even take care of himself, how could he take care of others?

The more Feng Jiuqing thought about it, the angrier he got. This brat must have done it on purpose! He knew he was here and went to do something so dangerous, wanting him to come and see him or even stay.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes darkened a little. He waved and whispered a few words, and the secret guards quickly disappeared.

"My Lord, just as you expected, the Imperial Master left overnight."

Wuyou had a somewhat morbid smile on his face: "Very good, let them follow, don't alert the enemy, have someone prepare an inconspicuous carriage, I will go over and see where Qingqing wants to go."

"Yes!"

"Also, bring some more candied fruits, Qingqing loves them."