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

The summer in Chang'an was very hot and rainy. Han Qing accidentally overheard the secret of Fan Moya's life experience outside the door, and watched the Holy Mother calmly die for a long time.

Han Qing stood outside the door for a long time, and when she heard the sobbing inside gradually subsided, she raised her hand and knocked on the door politely, and suddenly found that the clothes on her back had already been soaked in sweat and were tightly attached to her back.

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

Han Qing heard his deep magnetic voice outside the door, with a hint of hoarseness after crying, and a rare sympathy arose in his slender eyes.

Han Qing decided to push the door open and entered, closed the door cautiously, walked lightly to his bed and said, "I'm here to thank you for saving me and offering medicine to help me go back to Beihan last time."

"No matter what, I will save you, so there's no need to thank you." Fan Moya was not surprised by his arrival, and said in a cold tone, with a hint of secret knowledge of the conspiracy in his words.

Looking at his silent back, Han Qing felt as if he had seen through him, and she made a conspiracy, so she smiled embarrassingly and silently.

"If you're here just to thank, then go." Fan Moya's mood was at a low point, seeing that Han Qing didn't show any sincerity in gratitude, he was extremely disappointed, and unceremoniously issued a eviction order.

"I haven't touched a woman for a year. I shouldn't have called you a pervert. I'm sorry." Seeing his displeasure, Han Qing stood there awkwardly and stated the bad situation, longing for Fan Moya to raise his hand high.

Staring at the snow-white wall, Fan Moya sighed deeply.

"You don't have to apologize to me. It was because I forced you to occupy you and did something wrong. I will undo the curse for you in a few days. You can live with Bei Hanjing well. If you have nothing to do, go away."

Fan Moya stated the facts calmly, his pure silver eyes were filled with bitterness and astringency, and seemed to be the silence that gathered thousands of words, and he closed his eyes tiredly after he finished speaking to drive away the guests.

Han Qing opened her mouth slightly in surprise when she heard the words, she couldn't believe that Fan Moya let him go so easily, her face full of doubts.

Immediately, he realized that Fan Moya was probably hit so hard by the death of the Holy Mother that he had no interest in life and easily gave up his evil love.

"Thank you!" Naturally, Han Qing would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, staring at Fan Moya's shiny black hair, and quickly thanked her.

Han Qing didn't wait for him to chase him away, and then brought up the business, and said with a bit of respect in his words:

"I have business to find you this time. Muwan's cruel son Bailixi brought 12 elite soldiers to Beihan, signed a treaty with us, and made three demands.

The first one is to provide land and houses for the 12 soldiers of Bailixi, and to give men in trial marriages an equal opportunity to choose a spouse.

The second condition is that in the future to assist Beihan in conquering the world, they can independently choose a continent to be the king. They will not proclaim themselves emperors, as long as they govern the continent independently, and we must not interfere.They will be the Panzhou under Beihan, and they will provide help if Beihan has any difficulties and needs.

The third condition is to give Bailixi the position of prime minister before the continent is divided after returning to Beihan, and let him participate in the decision-making of the court.Then, give General Ye Yuanshan the position to continue leading the Muwan army, and give some positions to other capable people.

I think you are the shaman of Beihan, and you should participate in the decision-making together. I don't know if you have other ideas about these conditions. "

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

He shrank towards the corner of the wall in bewilderment, his slightly messy black hair followed his movements, like a black snake gently rubbing and dragging on the brocade quilt.

All of Han Qinglai's wishes were fulfilled, and she should be dancing happily, but she stood still and looked at Fan Moya's poor Junwei's back for a long time, feeling a lingering sense of despicableness and frustration in her heart.

After a long time, Han Qing finally took out what was in her heart and confessed: "Actually, I deliberately designed to make you fall, and I wished you to die at that time. But, I didn't expect you to survive hard and become a The current appearance of being paralyzed in bed may stay on it for the rest of his life.

We hurt each other and did a lot of wrong things, one after another, it is not clear, I also hope to stop here, and from now on, all grievances and grievances will be wiped out.

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

If possible, we might be able to be a simple friend. "

After Han Qing finished speaking, the air was very quiet. Seeing that Fan Moya didn't reply as if he had fallen asleep, he sighed in disappointment.

He stepped forward lightly, bent down and lifted the thin quilt that he had slipped off, lifted up his messy long hair, and placed it straight on his face with his fingers.

He remembered this kid, who liked to toss his long black and oily thick hair, and carried the comb close to his body like a pretty little girl.

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

What is he doing!Han Qing withdrew her hand in a panic, and hummed embarrassingly at the sleeping person, "You can think about what I said!" After saying that, she fled and left the Shengguang Pavilion.

Fan Moya heard his flustered footsteps away from Yuan, a trace of helpless pain appeared on the corner of his mouth, since he was far away, why bother to provoke him?

Lian Shen was originally, how to transcend love...

Han Qingfei escaped from the Shengguang Pavilion as if, secretly annoyed that she was soft-hearted, and even cared about adultery and insulted his sinners. If others found out, she wouldn't laugh out loud.

That kid is so good at martial arts, with his hearing ability, he might have heard him outside the door a long time ago, deliberately acting out a bitter scene, trying to win his pity, and trying to deceive his sincerity!It must be like this, so he won't be fooled!

Only then did Han Qing calm down, and forced herself to think of something else to divert her attention, and steered the horse slowly towards the son-in-law's mansion.

Han Qing sorted out the current plan in his heart, thinking that Hongxiu was still far away in Muyun, and none of the people sent out had heard back, so he frowned worriedly, and his awkwardness towards Fan Moya faded away.He just wished he could get away and pick her up amidst the tedious and important matters.

At this moment, a strange tragedy of "seeking revenge from the king of hell" happened in Muyun, and it became a bad thing passed on by word of mouth among the common people. .

The hatred of this "living king" is not seeking ordinary people, but Jiang Taifu and his wife, the important ministers of the court.

Three days ago, when Jiang Taifu and his wife went to Jiming Temple to worship incense for their daughter and returned, their eyes were gouged out, their tongues, noses and ears were cut off, and their limbs were cut off. Putting on the weird Yan Luo mask, both were tragically hanged on the crooked neck tree by the roadside.

There was also a servant girl and servants who went together, and it was such a tragic death scene. When the person who went to collect the corpse took off his mask, he was shocked.

The most pitiful person is Jiang Shi, who lost her parents overnight and fell ill on the bed in great pain.And Taifu Jiang's new son-in-law, Yan Zijin, is obsessed with investigating and tracking down the real culprit, looking for the culprit everywhere without touching the ground.

"Let me tell Prime Minister Yan, we searched a hundred miles around and went door to door asking people if there was anything unusual 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, and they refused to show their faces easily.

They followed Jiang Taifu into the tea shed to rest together, but they didn't go up the mountain, they stayed in the tea shed without talking to each other, and sat quietly for a long time, and they left after Jiang Taifu left. "

In front of the tea shop, Yan Zijin was sitting on a simple square table, listening to the reports from his subordinates, he pondered and said: "How about the height, gender, and speech of the three of them?"

"Prime Minister Hui Yan, among the three of them, two are tall and one is short, the taller two are men, they look like Lian Jiazi, they all speak Chinese, but the accent sounds like a foreigner.

The short figure is slender like a woman, and the exposed fingers look very slender and white. She has never talked, but the two men seem to obey the woman's words. "

"How about the weapons of the three?" Li Junye sat aside and listened, put down the cups in his hands, and couldn't help asking for details.

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

"Well, go and check. In the last three months, if there are outsiders buying weapons at the weapon shop, please report them to me." Yan Zijin frowned with a headache, and ordered.

"Yes." The subordinate resigned and left.

In the past two days, Yan Zijin has been under a lot of pressure, she hasn't had a good night's sleep, and people around her are constantly passing away.

There was a sweeping maid in the family who accidentally fell into the lake and lost a lot of money, but her family still refused to give up. Every day, she brought people to burn paper money at the door and cried for her soul, disturbing the restlessness of Yan's house.

"Tell me your opinion on this case." Li Junye stretched out his hand to press his temple, knowing that Yan Zijin was under a lot of pressure these days, Sima Heng took the opportunity to keep putting pressure on him to find fault.

Yan Zijin closed his eyes and enjoyed his massage service, and expressed the general result in his heart: "This "Living Hades" is definitely not alone. They killed Jiang Taifu and his wife in a cruel way. There must be a huge hatred. Well planned, specially targeted.

After Wu conducted an autopsy, he said that the scars on the body were knife marks that penetrated deep into the bones.

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

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

"Isn't it a vendetta?" Yan Zijin opened his eyes and asked suspiciously.

"It's a vendetta, but it can't be ruled out that it may be a vendetta." Li Junye looked at Yan Zijin's puzzled expression, and continued, "If you were angered and killed, it may be related to your marriage?"

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

"After this case happened and you married Jiang Shi, the possibility cannot be ruled out. If so, the Jiang family and your Yan family are the ones who are in danger."

As soon as Li Junye finished speaking, a servant suddenly ran over crying, threw himself down in front of him and kowtowed to announce the funeral: "It's not good, it's not good, my lord! This morning, the old lady and the master were murdered in the house, and they drove west Already!"

"What!" Yan Zijin heard the words, lost all the blood in an instant, his ears were deafened, and his body was shaking...