GBP Chapter 190 Ah He is afraid
Chapter 190 Ah He is afraid
Lu Jue stopped in front of Mo Ling, "Your Majesty! Please stop. My brother is the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, not a pet that Your Majesty can play with at will!"
But Mo Ling couldn't hear anything at the moment. He just wanted to confirm whether the person in front of him was Qingqing!
"roll!"
Feng Jiuqing's hand holding Lu Jue's clothes kept shaking. Lu Jue protected him behind him with heartache and resolutely stood in front of the angry emperor, "Your Majesty! He is my brother! I'm sorry I can't get out of the way."
Feng Jiuqing raised the corner of his mouth. It was hard to believe that Lu Jue, who was usually gentle, could actually block the obviously angry Mo Ling for Ah He.
If it weren't for those coincidences, perhaps Lu Jue would really be a good brother to him, instead of walking away without even looking when he was hung on a tree by the people in the kitchen.
"roll."
Mo Ling didn't want to pay any attention to Lu Jue. He looked at Feng Jiuqing with sad eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Qingqing, it's you, isn't it?"
Feng Jiuqing sneered in his heart, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ling timidly, and kept backing away, "No! I'm not! I'm Ah He! Ah He!"
Mo Ling stared at him intently. The man in front of him looked timid and cowardly, but he had just hit him without any scruples.
And the look in this man's eyes was completely different from the Ah He he had seen before, who exuded fear from the inside out!
He must be Qingqing!
Mo Ling's eyes darkened a little, and he was about to wave Lu Jue away with a palm, but at this moment a scream was heard by the two of them.
"what--"
Mo Ling's pupils suddenly constricted, and for a moment he ignored everything and ran straight towards Feng Jiuqing.
"Qingqing!"
"Ah He!"
Lu Jue was a step slower, and by the time he arrived, Mo Ling had already held Feng Jiuqing in his arms.
Mo Ling looked at the familiar eyes and eyebrows of the person in his arms, a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and he reached out to Feng Jiuqing's face with trembling hands, but was pushed away by the panicked Feng Jiuqing.
"do not come!"
Mo Ling's arms suddenly felt empty. He looked up at Feng Jiuqing who was trembling with fear because of him. In an instant, his heart felt like it was exploding and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
Qingqing was afraid of him and even didn't want to recognize him.
Another tear rolled down Mo Ling's eyes. The strangeness and fear in Qingqing's eyes shattered all his fantasies. He finally realized that Qingqing seemed to have really forgotten him.
Lu Jue helped Feng Jiuqing up, protected him behind him, and looked at Mo Ling warily.
Feng Jiuqing hid behind Lu Jue and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there would be no fight.
He did it on purpose just now. He just took a few steps back. How could he really fall? He was just afraid that Lu Jue and Mo Ling would fight, which would not end well.
Lu Jue was the same. He didn't come earlier or later, but just happened to come when Mo Ling was next to him. If it weren't for this stupid teammate, he could have easily pretended to sleep and avoided the opportunity.
Feng Jiuqing leaned against Lu Jue and said in a crying voice, "Take me away, Ah He is scared."
"it is good."
Lu Jue looked at Feng Jiuqing, who was frightened by Mo Ling, with a distressed look, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave."
He picked up the trembling Feng Jiuqing, turned around and strode away.
Mo Ling stared at the two people's backs as they left in a daze, his nails digging into his flesh and blood dripping from his fingers onto the ground.
"Qingqing, are you so afraid of me? Am I so scary in your eyes?"
Mo Ling's voice reached Feng Jiuqing's ears from afar. Feng Jiuqing closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
It's not that he's afraid, it's just that he doesn't want to. Whenever he sees Mo Ling, he would think of the arrow that shot him in the chest, and even the healed wound would still hurt.
Only when the two of them were completely out of sight did Mo Ling realize that he had already burst into tears. He had never thought that Qing Qing, who had always been brave in front of him and would always run to him at the first opportunity, would become afraid of him and even push him away with her own hands.
Does his sweetheart not want to see him anymore?
Will Qingqing never forgive him again?
Mo Ling covered his aching heart. Is this what it felt like to feel such a heart-wrenching pain?
The person he loves is right in front of him, but she doesn't recognize him and pushes him away. She is still well behaved in someone else's arms, but she doesn't even want to touch him.
The pain in his heart became more and more obvious. Mo Ling just stood there looking at the direction they left, experiencing the loneliness and sadness in the world alone.
"Don't be afraid, Ah He. I'm here to protect you."
Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes, hiding the suspicion and helplessness in his eyes.
It sounds nice to say, to protect him, but in the situation just now, it’s hard to say who is protecting whom?
"Don't be afraid, Ah He. Let's go home."
Go home? What are you talking about?
You're going home before you even attend the Qianqiu Festival?
Feng Jiuqing suppressed the emotions in his eyes. Lu Jue had already offended Mo Ling today, and now he was not going to the Qianqiu Festival banquet.
Believe it or not, Mo Ling will be able to issue an imperial edict tomorrow to reprimand Lu Jue for disrespecting the emperor, and then the entire Prime Minister's Mansion will be implicated.
Besides, Feng Jiuqing hasn’t seen the person behind the scenes causing trouble yet. If he goes back now, won’t he miss a good show?
Feng Jiuqing pulled Lu Jue's sleeve and said softly, "No need, young master, let's go back to the banquet. The prime minister and the princess are here, I will be fine."
Lu Jue said with some embarrassment: "But if you go back, you will see His Majesty again. What if he——"
Feng Jiuqing knew what Lu Jue wanted to say, but he didn't believe that Mo Ling would dare to strip him in front of foreign envoys and all the ministers. And Mo Ling had just seen what he wanted to confirm, so he shouldn't go crazy at the banquet, right?
Besides, Cang Lang was also at the banquet. With Mo Ling pretending to be the Grand Tutor, he would not be too presumptuous. Otherwise, Cang Lang would have taken action without his orders.
Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said softly, "We can't let Ah He cause trouble for everyone."
"Ahe! Your feelings are the most important. It's just a party. It won't be a big deal." Lu Jue's eyes were full of heartache, which made Feng Jiuqing feel a little guilty.
Nothing serious will happen, but it’s hard to say whether there will be any minor incidents.
After all, Mo Ling was taught by him, and sometimes he still understood Mo Ling. In terms of revenge, they were the same as master and disciple. Neither of them was a particularly big-minded person. It would be better to avoid some unnecessary trouble.
"Master, Ah He has never participated in the Qianqiu Festival. Ah He wants to go."
Feng Jiuqing looked at Lu Jue hopefully. After all, Lu Jue couldn't bear to refuse Feng Jiuqing and brought him back to the banquet.
"What happened to Ah He? Why are his eyes red? Did you carry him back?"
Prime Minister Lu looked at Lu Jue with some confusion and anger on his face.
After Lu Jue put Feng Jiuqing down, he whispered in Prime Minister Lu’s ear, and Prime Minister Lu’s face became increasingly darker.
"How can you treat Ah He like this! Not even if he is His Majesty!"
Seeing that Prime Minister Lu was about to be ignited by Lu Jue, Feng Jiuqing timidly pulled Prime Minister Lu's sleeve, tears in her eyes, and said pitifully: "Prime Minister, Ah He is fine, don't offend His Majesty because of Ah He."
Prime Minister Lu wiped away Feng Jiuqing's tears and said lovingly, "Ah He, as long as Dad is here, no one can wrong you."
Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said softly: "There are so many people at the banquet. If everyone knew, Ah He, Ah He——"
Prime Minister Lu touched Feng Jiuqing's head and coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, Ah He. We won't tell anyone. After the banquet is over, Dad will go and ask for justice for Ah He alone."
In fact, it was not that necessary. After all, he had beaten Mo Ling. If you really counted it, he might not be the one who suffered the loss. And he would get back the grievances he had suffered by himself, without anyone else doing it. What could be better than getting it back himself?