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The rooster crowed three times, and Han Qing leaned on her firm arm, turned over, pressed her hot chest intimately, and asked vaguely with her eyes closed, "Yulin, what time is it?"

"Beauty, I'm Ah Jing." Bei Hanjing lowered her head, smiled and stared at her drowsy husband in her arms, pinched his upturned nose fondly, and corrected her with a smile.

Han Qing met Bei Hanjing head-on, her big eyes shining brightly, and suddenly felt a little shy, as if she had slept with someone else's wife, trying to get out of her arms, but was hugged tightly.

Han Qing twisted her body like a twisted baby, and whispered, "Why did I sleep with you?"

"You were drunk yesterday and you said you wanted me to sleep with me?" Bei Hanjing thought of Han Qing being drunk last night and holding her tightly, covering her mouth and snickering.

"Really?" Han Qing reached out to meet her naked hot flesh, her face blushed shyly, and she avoided her eyes uncomfortably.

"We haven't slept together for a long time, I really miss it!" Bei Hanjing covered him halfway, her slender and rough hands stroked Han Qing's smooth and tender back, and touched her upright buttocks with nostalgia. two laps.

Han Qing quickly grabbed her wrist, and stopped her crying, "Don't touch it!"

Han Qing broke down and thought to himself: If something goes wrong, who will solve it for him!

"Fuck his grandpa!" Bei Hanjing drooped her thick black brows, smashed her fist on the pillow helplessly, and lamented angrily.

A peerless dish was placed in front of her, but she couldn't eat it, not to mention how useless she was!How much she wanted to press the beauty under her body and torture her over and over again.

"I'm sorry." Han Qing bowed his head and apologized in shame.

Seeing her angry and helpless look, he felt very uncomfortable, and he wanted to give it to her very much.

He hasn't touched a woman for almost a year, and if he continues like this, he will doubt that he can't be hard on women.

"No! If this continues, we will be like monks in the monastery. The matter started because of Fan Moya, why don't I kowtow and beg him to cure your phobia."

Bei Hanjing seemed to have had enough of the aggrieved life of being separated like this, she furrowed her thick eyebrows and decided to pay attention, thinking that the one who untied the bell also needed the one who tied it.

"Hey! Your kowtow may not be effective. I offended Fan Moya too deeply, so how could he help me heal my illness?" Han Qing sighed faintly. He had long regretted that he had harmed Fan Moya deeply by showing his anger for a while, and now karma retribution All come.

Han Qing recalled the history of feud with Fan Moya, and said with a headache: "When Fan Moya was imprisoned in the Demon Sealing Tower, I tortured him every day, threatened and lured him to cure his illness, but in the end he would rather die than surrender.

Thinking about it differently now, if I was treated like this, I would have wanted to skin and tear people to pieces, why would I be willing to treat the perpetrators? "

Bei Hanjing sighed, thinking of the history of Han Qing and Fan Moya's killing each other, she closed her eyes and said tiredly, "When will the injustice be repaid."

"How is Fan Moya's health now?"

Han Qing then thought of Bailixi leading troops to join Beihan. If he wanted to set up a camp and settle down, he would have to pass through Fan Moya, an important imperial barrier, and pave the way.

"He is still paralyzed on the bed. I heard from the palace doctor that even if his bones grow well, his kung fu will be useless. If his bones don't grow well, let alone martial arts, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave the bed for the rest of his life."

Bei Hanjing couldn't help but sigh, Fan Moya was extremely talented in martial arts, at only 19 years old, few people could match him, and now because of falling off a cliff, his life was completely ruined.

Han Qing was silent for a long time when he heard the words. He didn't expect that Fan Moya's lower body would be harmed so badly by him. With an ugly smile on his lips, he gently revealed the truth and said, "Actually, I deliberately designed him to fall off the cliff."

"Ah?" Bei Hanjing widened her eyes in amazement, looking at the natural and harmless beauty, she couldn't help feeling chills down her spine.

Han Qing lowered her curly and thick eyelashes, rubbed her hair with her fingertips tangled, and said with a low smile:

"On the day Fan Moya fell off the cliff, after I successfully negotiated with him with my body, on the way back, I met the masked eunuch army led by Gao Sheng. He couldn't get any benefits from the ordinary weapons in Fan Moya's hands, and he was very embarrassed and struggling to deal with them.

I learned that Gao Sheng's purpose was to take me back to Muyun under Xiao Jingyu's order.During my sword duel, I found that he was secretly avoiding me all the time, not daring to hurt me, so I started thinking about it.

While attacking Gao Sheng on purpose, I headed towards the cliff next to me, deliberately showing my flaws to them.Seeing that I was about to be caught by Gao Sheng when I was defeated, Fan Moya flew over to save me, but Gao Sheng's men sneaked up on me from the back, stabbed me to the vitals and fell to the ground. "

Bei Hanjing has always liked to fight openly and aboveboard, but she kept silent about Han Qing's shady behavior behind her back, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing that she was silent, Han Qing smiled wryly, and said with a smile: "Do you think I'm mean and shameless?"

Bei Hanjing shook her head lightly, her big piercing eyes said, "I know you are not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, you just like to murder people with secret tricks, but I like to kill people with an ax in the open, in essence They're all killing, there's no difference."

Han Qing couldn't help laughing, the light in her long and narrow eyes fluctuated gently and peacefully like water.

"For you, I will go and have a good talk with Fan Moya." Han Qing pulled Bei Hanjing's head and touched it, and said quietly and peacefully.

He never thought that he would resolve the problem in a peaceful way.His world has always been divided between grievances and resentments, love and hatred go on both sides, open-minded and open-minded with a smile, it is too far away from him.

"Yeah." Bei Hanjing smiled, her eyes were full of trust like a puppy.Han Qing can think that it is a good thing for her to stop suppressing and accumulating hatred. She has always been afraid that Han Qing's hatred will reach a critical point and will blow herself up.

Han Qing is like a strong and sharp knife. Although he can bend it properly, it is difficult to recover once it is bent. If it is continuously pressurized, it will shatter.

Han Qing walked towards Shengzi's mansion step by step, feeling unprecedentedly peaceful in his heart, maybe Bei Hanjing's strength was supporting him.

Or, as he matured, he learned to restrain his frivolity, face life calmly, and already hated the endless fights with Fan Moya.

Han Qing raised her hand, knocked on the door calmly, and under the surprised eyes of the new disciple, crossed the threshold calmly, leaving behind the words of seeing Fan Moya alone.

In the Shengzi's mansion, since the bloody battle, the door was closed to thank guests, and there was always a lingering cold and dead atmosphere.In the yard, all the blood-soaked white marbles were replaced with brand new ones, the snow-white ones could reflect people's shadows.

Han Qing walked to the door of the Shengguang Pavilion, and heard an uncontrollable muffled cough from inside, and the strong smell of medicine came to his face, and his steps faltered slightly. He vaguely remembered that Fan Moya had been pierced...a lung.

Shengguang Pavilion is the opposite door carved in red sandalwood, with exquisite patterns of lotus and auspicious clouds carved on it.

There was a gap three fingers wide at the door, and a woman stood in front of the bed, crying distressedly: "Ya'er, you met Han Qing, what evil did you do in your previous life, he made you look like this."

"Mother, don't blame me, Qing. I am the one who is willing to save him. I will not regret it at all. Even if I am an ordinary person, I will do the same." Fan Moya smiled peacefully and comforted him.

Han Qing thought: hum!Whoever wants you to save, take care of yourself first.

"You idiot, promise mother to stop quickly. Too many lives have been buried with your obsession. You are the Holy Son of the Black Lotus, the most respected prince of the Xini Kingdom. Come to the Central Plains to save the world with the supreme lotus path.

Besides, Han Qing already has a wife and children, so don't destroy other people's happiness and increase your sins. "

The Virgin sighed in disappointment, bent down and stroked the handsome and holy son, unable to imagine why he became the embodiment of evil.

Han Qing opened her red lips in surprise, and found that Fan Moya was the prince of Xi Ni.It is said that the Xini country is far away in the west, and needs to pass through the treacherous Gobi, where the best gemstones are abundant, the country is prosperous, and the culture is also very prosperous.

Han Qing heard from Bei Hanjing before that Fan Moya once preached in the Shi Kingdom before the great regime established by the Hu people.

However, the former Stone King was murderous and brutally killed tens of thousands of Han people, and was finally killed by his own Han son.

The former Shi Kingdom fell apart, and the godson did not believe in the Black Lotus Sect, so he drove out all the monks and established the Jianran Kingdom.

Because Bei Hanmo's father worked under the former Emperor Shi, Bei Hanmo and Fan Moya became friends who could talk a few words.

After Fan Moya was kicked out, Bei Hanmo wanted to establish himself as king, and promised to help him create a country where everyone believed in the way of the black lotus, so Fan Moya lent him his army to fight.

Tears welled up in Fan Moya's eyes, thinking of his depravity and failing his mother's expectations, he said guiltily:

"Mother, I didn't do it on purpose. I really love him so much, even if I die, I will die by his sword. The first time I saw him, I knew he was the only one in my life. I just hated him so much, Couldn't have met him sooner."

"Oh! Love is always so unpredictable and irresistible. I hope you can leave soon. Ya'er, these days, I have been having a dream. I want to go back to the country of Xi Ni and confess to your father. my guilt."

The Holy Mother straightened up, holding the white handkerchief in her hand, looking out of the window from her lonely back, and said sadly.

"What dream?" Fan Moya asked in fear as the tears in his eyes quivered slightly.He vaguely knew that his mother had always had a stubborn demon in his heart, and he had been suffering day and night all these years.

"I dreamed that I returned to the country of Xini, confessed my infidelity to your father, and was beheaded by him. This dream has been going on for a long time, and it has become more and more clear in recent days." The Holy Mother said to this ominous dream, With a wry smile, he said helplessly.

"Mother, are you going to abandon me and the priest?" The panic in Fan Moya's heart grew bigger and bigger.

The Holy Mother smiled kindly and said: "I betrayed your father, I secretly fell in love with the priest, and I violated my wife's loyalty. This is a sin that even the God of Lotus cannot forgive, and I have always been depressed.

These years, being with the priest is the happiest time in my life. Even if I will be beheaded by your father next second, I will not regret it.

My child, everyone has their own way to go, and their destiny is arranged by heaven, so don't worry about me. "

Han Qing didn't expect that today, she heard a shocking secret outside her door. It turned out that the Holy Mother and the Holy Father were fake mandarin ducks who had a wild relationship in private, and the Holy Mother betrayed the king.

If you use this secret to blackmail Fan Moya and cure his fear of women, you will surely succeed!However, Han Qing doesn't want to do this at all now.

"Then mother, when are you leaving?" Fan Moya knew that he could not redeem the decision of the Holy Mother, so he sucked his red nose and chose to respect her, even if he was gone forever.

"I have already discussed with the Holy Father, we will leave at the end of this month, and we will go to plead guilty to your father."

The Holy Mother was very reluctant, but the omen was imminent, so she could only caress Fan Moya's fair cheek and said.

Han Qing simply calculated in her heart, tomorrow is the end of the month...

"Mother, take me away with you." Fan Moya knew that the law of the Yixi Ni country was to rape an adulterer, punish him in public, and cut off his whole body, crying.

"You can't go. You have to maintain a healthy body and shoulder the responsibility of spreading the way of lotus. You are needed here, but you will have to explore the road ahead alone."

The Holy Mother looked at her son who was paralyzed on the bed, and couldn't bear to take him to death with her. She patted his head pityingly and said with a kind smile.

"But, I will miss you all." Facing the relatives who were about to leave, Fan Moya was aggrieved and broke down in tears.

"If the priest and I are not dead, we will come back to you. If we don't come back, we will ask someone to send our heads back. You can bury me with your priest, okay?" The Holy Mother wiped Fan Moya's eyes more and more. Many tears, smiled.

"You have grown up, don't cry, agree to mother's request and live a good life, okay?" The Holy Mother looked at Fan Moya who was crying so hard, but she cried even more sadly.Which mother in the world is willing to abandon her own flesh and blood!

Han Qing felt a little hot in his eyes, and flashed across his memory the beautiful face of his biological mother, the beautiful face that resembled Yaner's godmother, and the refined and handsome face of his godfather.

Han Qing heard the sound of the Virgin's footsteps coming towards the door, and hurriedly dodged behind the pillar, staring at the pale green figure of the Virgin under the blue sun, walking farther and farther away, walking more and more calmly, with many thoughts.

Han Qing stood at the door for a long time before stepping into the Shengguang Pavilion...