It has been almost three years since Beihan moved his capital from the original capital Jinyang to Chang'an, and the Hu people have gradually adapted to the milder climate of Chang'an from the harsh northwest land.

The summer in Chang'an was very hot and rainy, Han Qing overheard the secret of Fan Moya's life outside the door, watching the back of the Virgin Mary calmly leaving for a long time, thinking of his relatives, his heart was full of emotion, and it was extremely complicated.

Han Qing stood outside the door for a long time, and when he heard the sobbing sound inside gradually stopping, he raised his hand and knocked politely on the door, and suddenly found that the clothes behind him had already been soaked with sweat and were tightly attached to his back.

"Come in." Fan Moya had half-dry tears on his face, and when he heard the orderly sound of slamming the door, he turned his back to the wall and said calmly.

Han Qing heard his magnetic low voice outside the door, with a hint of hoarseness after crying, and a rare sympathy rose in his fine eyes.

Han Qing calmly pushed the door in, closed the door solemnly, walked to his bed and said, "I'm here to thank you, last time I sacrificed my life to save me and donated medicine to help me return to Beihan."

"No matter what, I'll save you, thank you and don't have to." Fan Moya was not surprised by his arrival, and said in a cold tone, revealing a little bit of secret knowledge of the conspiracy in his words.

Han Qing looked at his silent back, and felt as if he had seen through it, and he made a conspiracy and tricks, and he smiled silently at the corners of his lips.

"If you came just to thank you, then go." Fan Moya's mood was at a low point, and seeing that Han Qing did not have the sincerity of gratitude, he was extremely disappointed in his heart, and unceremoniously ordered the eviction of customers.

"I haven't touched a woman in a year, I shouldn't have said you were a pervert, I'm sorry." Seeing that he was displeased, Han Qing stood cramped in place and restlessly stated the bad situation, longing for Fan Moya to raise his big hand.

Fan Moya stared at the snow-white wall and sighed deeply in his heart.

"You don't have to apologize to me, I forced you to do something wrong, I will lift the forbidden spell for you in a few days, you can live well with Bei Hanjing." If you're all right, go. ”

Fan Moya calmly stated the facts, his pure silver eyes were full of bitterness and astringency, and it seemed to be a silence with a thousand words, and he closed his eyes tiredly after saying the words of the expulsion.

Han Qing opened his mouth slightly in surprise when he heard this, he couldn't believe it, Fan Moya let him go so easily, his face was full of doubt.

Immediately reacted in his heart, Fan Moya was afraid that he was deeply hit by the death of the Holy Mother, so that he was bored and easily gave up his evil feelings.

"Thank you!" Han Qing naturally wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, staring at Fan Moya's jet-black and shiny black hair, and quickly thanked.

Han Qing didn't wait for him to catch up, and then brought up the matter, and said with a little respect in his words:

"I'm here to look for you this time. Mu Wan's brutal son, Bailixi, took 120,000 elite soldiers to Beihan, signed a treaty with us, and put forward three demands.

First, the 120,000 soldiers in Bailixi will be given land and houses, and the men who try to marry will be given equal opportunities to choose a mate.

The second condition is that in the future, to assist the Northern Han to fight the world, they can independently choose a continent to be the king, they are not called emperors, as long as they have the authority to govern the continent independently, and we must not interfere. They will do the Fan Continent under the Northern Han, and they will help if the Northern Han has any difficulties and needs.

The third condition is that after returning to Beihan, he will give Bailixi's subordinates the position of prime minister before dividing the continent, and let him participate in the decision-making of the court. Then, give Ye Yuanshan the position of general, let him continue to lead the Mu Wan army, and give other capable people some positions.

I think you are the witch minister of the Northern Cold, and you should participate in the decision-making together, I don't know if you have other ideas about these conditions. ”

"No, whatever you want! If you have nothing else to do, go away. Fan Moya seemed to be very tired, and had little interest in what he said.

He shrunk into the corner of the wall in a daze, his slightly messy black hair rubbing and dragging gently on the brocade quilt as he moved.

Han Qinglai's wishes were all realized, and he should be dancing happily, but he stood in place and looked at Fan Moya's poor Junwei back for a long time, and there was a sense of despicability in his heart that he was in danger and frustrated and lingered.

After a long time, Han Qing finally took out what was in his heart and confessed: "Actually, I deliberately designed you to fall, and I longed for you to die at that time." However, I didn't expect you to survive and become the paralyzed bed you are now, and you may stay on it for the rest of your life.

We hurt each other and did a lot of wrong things, one by one, and it is not clear, and I hope that this is the end of it, and the grievances will be written off from now on.

I will find the best doctor and try to cure your injury.

If we could, we might be able to be a simple friend. ”

After Han Qing finished speaking, the air was very quiet, and seeing that Fan Moya did not answer, as if he had fallen asleep, he sighed in disappointment.

He stepped forward gently, bent down to lift up the thin quilt he had slipped, ruffled his long messy hair, and placed his fingers straight down to his face.

He remembered that this boy liked to toss his long black and oily hair, and carried the comb close to him like a stinky little girl.

Han Qing leaned over to look at him, his pale and feeble delicate sleeping face, staring at the straight and tall delicate nose, falling into deep thought, and when he stretched out his finger and almost touched his sad brow, he suddenly stopped in a panic.

What is he doing! Han Qing withdrew his hand in a panic, snorted awkwardly at the sleeping man, and said, "What I said, you can consider it!" After saying that, he fled and left the Holy Light Pavilion.

Fan Moya listened to his flustered footsteps and walked away, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of helpless pain, since he was far away, why provoke him?

In the end, how did the lotus god transcend love......

Han Qingfei also escaped from the Holy Light Pavilion, secretly annoyed that he was soft-hearted, and he actually cared about the sinners who had committed adultery and defiled him, and if others knew about it, he wouldn't laugh off his big teeth.

That kid's martial arts are so good, with his ears, maybe he would have heard him outside the door, and deliberately acted in a bitter drama, trying to win his pity and try to deceive his sincerity! It must be so, so that he will not be fooled!

Only then did Han Qing settle down, forced himself to think of something else to divert his attention, and slowly drove the horse to the Pony Mansion.

Han Qing combed through the current plan in his heart, thinking that the red sleeves were still far away in Muyun, and the people sent out had no news back, so he frowned worriedly, and his awkward thoughts about Fan Moya also faded. I just can't wait to get out and pick her up in the midst of tedious matters.

At this moment, there was a strange tragedy of "the living king of Hades seeking revenge" in Muyun, which became a bad thing that was passed on by word of mouth among the people.

The evil hatred of this "living Hades" is not looking for ordinary people, but the important ministers Jiang Taifu and his wife.

Three days ago, Mrs. Jiang and his wife went to Jiming Temple, and when they returned from worshipping incense for their daughters, they were gouged out on the road, their tongues, noses and ears were cut off, and their limbs were cut off.

There was also a maid and a servant, who died so tragically, that the man who went to collect the body was shocked when he took off his mask.

The most pitiful person is Jiang Shi, who lost her parents overnight and fell ill in bed in deep pain. And Mrs. Jiang's new son-in-law, Yan Zijin, is responsible for investigating and tracking down the real murderer, and the two of them are looking for the murderer everywhere without touching the ground.

"I told Prime Minister Yan that we searched for a radius of 100 miles, and asked the people door to door if there were any unusual things on the day of the crime.

We got news from the owner of the tea shed at the foot of Jiming Mountain that there were three strange guests in the tea shed that day, with swords on their bodies and black gauze hats, who refused to show their faces easily.

They followed Mrs. Jiang into the teashed to rest, but they didn't go up the mountain, stayed in the teashed and didn't talk to each other, and sat quietly for a long time, only after Mrs. Jiang left. ”

In front of the tea shop, Yan Zijin sat on a simple square table, listened to the reports of his subordinates, and said in a deep voice: "How are the three people tall, gender, and talking?"

"Hui Yan Prime Minister, the three people, two tall and one short, the tall two are men, they look like Lian Jiazi, they all speak Chinese, but the accent sounds like a foreign country.

The short figure was slender like a woman, and the exposed fingers looked slender and white, and they never spoke, but the two men seemed to listen to the woman. ”

"What about the trio's weapons?" Li Junye sat on the side and listened, put down the cup in his hand, and couldn't help but ask for details.

"It's an ordinary new iron sword, you can buy it in the city, and there's nothing special about it." The subordinate replied respectfully.

"Well, go and check, in the past three months, there have been outsiders in the weapons shop who have bought weapons and reported them to me." Yan Zijin pinched his brows with a headache and commanded.

"Yes." The subordinate replied and withdrew.

In the past two days, Yan Zijin has been under great pressure, he has not slept well, and his family dog is restless, and people have died one after another.

There was a sweeping maid at home who accidentally fell into the lake and lost a lot of money, but her family still refused to give up, and took people to burn paper money at the door every day and cry, disturbing the restlessness of Yan's house.

"Tell me what you think of this case." Li Junye stretched out his hand and pressed his temple, knowing that Yan Zijin was under a lot of pressure these days, and Sima Heng took the opportunity to constantly put pressure to find fault.

Yan Zijin closed his eyes and enjoyed his massage service, and said the general result in his heart: "This "Living Hell King" is definitely not a person, they killed Mrs. Jiang and his wife in a cruel way, they must have a huge grudge, they have planned it a long time ago, and they are specifically targeted.

After conducting an autopsy, he said that the wounds on the corpse were deep into the bones.

I have a hunch that they will commit crimes soon, and Jiang Shi is very dangerous. ”

Li Junye nodded and added, "Have you ever thought about why Mrs. Jiang and his wife were killed?"

"It's so hard that it's not a vendetta?" Yan Zijin opened his eyes and asked suspiciously.

"It's true that it's a vendetta, but it can't be ruled out that it may be a vendetta because of anger." Li Junye looked at Yan Zijin's puzzled expression, and continued with a deep groan: "If you are killed in anger, it may have something to do with your marriage?"

"Am I married?" Yan Zijin didn't quite understand.

"After this case happened and you and Jiang Shi got married, this possibility cannot be ruled out, if this is the case, it is not the Jiang family and your Yan family that are dangerous."

As soon as Li Junye's words fell, suddenly a house slave ran over crying and mourning, fell down in front of him and kowtowed to report the mourning and said, "It's not good, it's not good, son!" This morning, the old lady and the old man were murdered in the house, and they went west!"

"What!" When Yan Zijin heard this, all the blood on his face was lost in an instant, his ears were deaf, and his body shook down......