I seem to be a fake mistress

There is only one person who can blatantly enter the house, and that is the Ninth Five-Year Lord.

Wen Qi was cursing in his heart, but there was a look of pain on his face.

Seeing that he was facing inward, the emperor turned him over, Wen Qi frowned hurriedly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Didn't sleep?"

Hearing this voice, Wen Qi hurriedly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and swollen.

Wen Qi hoarsely said: "Your Majesty..."

The emperor patted him on the shoulder lightly: "I have heard about what happened yesterday, and I have wronged you."

Wen Qi thought that the emperor wanted to vindicate him, and said, "If you don't feel wronged or wronged, I know what they said is all false!"

The emperor's hand on Wen Qi's shoulder stopped suddenly, and after a long silence, he said: "No."

Do not?

"You will be my noble person from now on, and I will treat you well..."

Tears flowed from Wen Qi's dry eyes again: "Your Majesty...why do I want to be a woman, I am a man..."

The wind and rain outside the house seemed to be whining for him.

The emperor turned his face away. He hadn't experienced so many dark things before, so he didn't dare to look Wen Qi directly in the eyes.

"Because I need it, because this city needs it."

Wen Qi: "I see, Your Majesty, you...leave my sign, it's not because you love me, right?"

The emperor turned to look at Wen Qi.

"You just let me be a nobleman because I look like a nobleman, right?"

The emperor felt that Wen Qi was really terrible in some respects like a nobleman.

They are all equally stubborn and do not give him face.

"I will make it up to you."

Wen Qi felt sour in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do I have a choice?"

"Why does it have to be me?"

The accompanying eunuch outside looked at the sky and reminded him several times outside before the emperor got up: "To me, you are a great benefactor, and to the common people, you are faith."

"Your Majesty, can I...can't be for myself?"

The emperor didn't know how to answer, so he hurriedly followed the accompanying eunuchs away.

It was stormy all the way, the eunuch held an umbrella, and the corner of the emperor's clothes was soaked. He walked into the court hall, and all the ministers were already in place. They bowed their knees and shouted long live the emperor.

Listening to the insignificant notes presented below, the emperor gradually lost his mind, his head was full of Wen Qi's words.

"I... can't I be for myself?"

Throughout the ages, the victim has always been the hero, why is Wen Qi unwilling?The emperor was agitated for a while, how could anyone in the world dare not listen to him?This kind of person should be taught a lesson!

Regardless of what the ministers were talking about, the emperor called the eunuchs to torture Wen Qi in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Your Majesty, in the opinion of my humble minister, I should pay a private visit in my humble service, reward the common people, and bring the nobles along with me."

The emperor nodded: "I also have the same intention, and I can leave in a few days."

Someone immediately sent the excerpt to Qin Tianjian and asked them to pick an auspicious day for a private visit.

Just as the emperor was about to call for retreat, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, followed by heavy rain.

Yue Ming looked at the vision outside the house, and frowned tightly.

It rained all night last night, and it was still raining in the morning, but now it's pouring down. Did Wen Qi cry again?

He turned his head and took a deep look at the emperor, only to see the emperor slumped on the dragon chair.

His younger brother was still afraid of thunder.

In the next court, the spies in the palace reported everything to Yue Ming, and Wen Qi was being whipped in Dali Temple.

Yue Ming: "Go to Dali Temple."

Spy: "Prince, if you go to Dali Temple, I'm afraid the emperor will have doubts."

Yue Ming smiled: "Do you have doubts? He can't turn the tables. All the courtiers have alienated him, but it's just a fire..."

"Besides... Dali Temple is also under my jurisdiction, isn't it?"

Wen Qiping never cried at all, but now he was able to cry so badly, Yue Ming looked cold and pale, and walked into the prison of Dali Temple.

The sound of the whip cutting through the flesh appeared in the ear, and hit the ground again, making a dull sound.

Yue Ming walked in step by step.

When he came to the front, he felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Wen Qi's whole body was covered in blood, only his face could be seen, and he was already hanging on the pillar, dying.

Tears flowed all over the floor, and there were still teardrops on his cheeks.

The servant who whipped the whip hadn't sensed that someone was coming, he was still laughing non-stop: "Hey, why don't you bark? Cry, keep crying, it's only beautiful when you cry."

With that said, he whipped Wen Qi again.

Wen Qi groaned in pain, and his whole body arched in pain.

Yue Ming stood outside the prison, his face livid, and he smiled: "Dare to ask him what wrong he did to punish him like this?"

The servant chuckled: "You don't know..."

As soon as he turned his head, the servant was so frightened that he knelt down: "Seventh prince, it was the emperor's order, and the emperor asked the servant to do this!"

Yue Ming: "The emperor has always been benevolent, can you allow you to do this kind of thing? You use the name of the emperor to use lynching... dragged out, and directly hacked to death."

"Seventh prince, I beg you to spare this servant, the emperor really asked this servant to do this!"

"wrong."

The eunuch thought that he still had a chance of life, but Yue Ming said again: "It would be too much fun to directly hack to death, Ling Chi."

The guards immediately dragged the frightened eunuch out, and the eunuch was dragged all the way and kowtowed: "Prince, it was really called by the emperor, if you don't believe me, ask the emperor, prince."

Only his cronies were left by Yue Ming's side, and he stepped forward to untie all the ropes on Wen Qi's body.

Wen Qi landed on him directly, as if he had no bones, because his body hit the sore spot, he gasped again.

Yue Ming felt uncomfortable: "What did you say again, he treated you like this?"

Wen Qi: "I said, I don't want to be a nobleman...The acting is a bit too much...hehe."

Hehe, Yueming was so angry that he wanted to pry open his brain to see what was made of it.

It's not that he doesn't know what the emperor's temperament is, and he dares to directly oppose the emperor, and it's not that he hasn't suffered a disadvantage before.

"Fortunately..." Wen Qi spat out two words.

"It's a good thing you're here...otherwise I'm really going to die."

Yue Ming: "I won't let you die."

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After leaving the prison, Yue Ming changed the bloody clothes, and his servants took Wen Qi back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and he went to apologize to the emperor himself.

After all...beating a dog depends on the owner, let alone killing a dog?

Yue Ming collected himself and walked towards the imperial study room.

In the study, Zhong Jiu was stuffing cakes into the emperor's mouth, and the emperor was smiling very happily, when a eunuch suddenly announced, "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince is asking to see you."

"Xuan!"

Even so, he didn't let Zhong Jiu go down.

When Yue Ming entered the room, Zhong Jiu was still feeding and eating the emperor, with an expression of affection like the sea, Yue Ming smiled instantly.

"Your Majesty, just now a servant from Dali Temple beat up the concubine privately, and this minister beat him to death."

The mouthful of pastry stuck in the emperor's throat, and he coughed violently.