right after

Li Junye didn't think that his words would come true, but Yan Zijin's parents were poisoned by the "Living Hades" and died tragically in the bedroom.

Yan Zijin was shocked and fainted in an instant, and woke up in a daze amidst the pain in the crowd. Seeing the red eyes of the slave crying, and Li Junye's silent expression, he suddenly thought of the news that his parents were murdered and died in the house, and the tears were silent The ground rustled down the cheeks.

"Help me up! I want to go back!" Yan Zijin thought that the "Living King of Hades" was still at large, with red eyes, ignoring everyone's dissuasion, struggling to get up with a ferocious face.

However, all the strength in his body was lost, and he fell to his knees on the ground with grief and powerlessness, unable to do anything.

Li Junye wanted to step forward to hold his arm, but Yan Zijin shook off his hand angrily, pointed at his nose in grief and reprimanded: "It's all your crow's mouth that made my parents die, stay away from me .”

Li Junye opened his thin lips slightly, his eyes trembled, watching Yan Zijin's expression of extreme disgust, his slender fingertips were hanging in the air and shrinking back into his sleeves.

He really didn't curse his uncle and aunt on purpose, he just speculated according to his own thinking...

"Help me up, I'm going to see my parents!" Yan Zijin had no time to think about how much his words would hurt Li Junye, he had lost his mind now.

The servant hurriedly helped him onto the horse, but Yan Zijin was trembling all over and lost all strength, he didn't have the strength to climb onto the horse, and fell down four or five times.

Li Junye stepped forward to help, but Yan Zijin gave him a vicious look and scolded him: "Stay away from me, you crow's mouth! You are no longer my friend."

Li Junye was abandoned on the spot, his handsome face was silent, and he watched Yan Zijin stumbling and tossing away alone.

Yan Zijin's colorful clothes were dirty and he was in a state of embarrassment, his bones seemed to be taken away by someone, and he lay powerlessly on the horse's back all the way, tightly pulling the horse's mane, clenching his teeth and driving towards Yan's mansion.

The house slave wiped away his tears and followed behind with his horse to prevent him from falling again.

Yan Zijin didn't know how he walked into Yan's mansion, how he got close to his parents who were lying on the ground covered with a white cloth.

Yan's father and Yan's mother had already been carried out of the bedroom on a stretcher. The flies outside the room, smelling the blood, buzzed excitedly around the corpse.

Yan Zijin lifted a corner of the white cloth with trembling hands, looked at his parents wearing the Yama mask, put down the white cloth dizzily, and realized that they had already cut off their five sense organs and limbs, and wept bitterly while covering their noses and mouths.

Yan Zijin rushed out of the room, clenched his fists and shouted angrily at the sky: "Living Hades, you have the ability to come to me, what a coward to deal with my parents!"

Yan Zijin didn't slide down on the pillar until his voice became hoarse from cursing. A silent hand was put behind his back, and he patted his shoulder lightly.

Through swollen eyes, Yan Zijin looked at Jiang Shi, who also lost her parents, hugged her slender waist, with red eyes, and made a solemn promise in her ear: "I will definitely avenge you and my parents , catch the living Hades, and tear them into pieces!"

"En." Jiang Shi patted him on the back, leaning weakly and helplessly in his arms, where no one saw her, with charming eyes and a strange smile on her lips...

Because of Muyun's live Hades incident, there was a lot of ups and downs, but it didn't affect Beihan at all.

Han Qing absently pointed to the fireworks street in the south of the city, and introduced to Bailixi next to him, "This is Beihan's highest-grade brothel... Moonlight Pavilion."

Bailixi shook the white jade fan in his hand, put his long arms around the shoulders of Han Qing who was about to leave, and said with a blink of an eye: "At night, I invite you to come here chic and unrestrained?"

"I'm not interested." Han Qing glanced at the deserted facade that was not open yet, shook off his restless hand, and said boringly.What kind of woman would he embrace if his phobia was not healed!

"Another day, I'll go to this good place by myself." Bailixi felt a little regretful when he heard that Han Qing couldn't accompany him, but when he thought of the nightlife in the future, his brows became happy in a blink of an eye.

Bailixi has always been keen on sticking his head in lively places, which doesn't fit his cool-hearted appearance at all. Han Qing has already figured out his temperament.

"Whatever you want, I'm going back to sleep." Han Qing didn't sleep well when she returned to the cage, endured the drowsiness, and listlessly took off his unruly hand again and said.

These days, Han Qing trained soldiers during the day, dealt with the political affairs of the court, and studied the organization at night. He made progress in recent days, and even ate and drank in the office cabinet. He was exhausted after staying up all night.

Han Qing stayed up all night at the research institute last night. Not long after he lay down, he was dragged out of bed by Bailixi, who was excited to visit the city, and walked with him to an area in the south of the city helplessly.

"Go to my place to sleep." Bailixi saw the dark circles under Han Qing's eyes, and finally realized the invitation with conscience.

"No need." Han Qing walked north of the city with his back turned to him, and refused without thinking.

Right now, Han Qing just wants to occupy Murong Bai's bed, which is soft and warm in winter and soft and cool in summer.

"Are you looking for Murong Bai again?" Bai Lixi stared at Han Qing's leaving figure, and asked seriously.

After he came to Beihan, he heard a lot of rumors, saying that Han Qing raised Murong Bai in the Chenguang Pavilion, stepped outside to protect his lover, and the two of them were in love every night.

In the morning, he broke through Han Qing's strange armor and went into the courtyard. He saw that the objects in Chenguang Pavilion were in pairs. The lives of Han Qing and Murong Bai had already merged into one, and the atmosphere was intimate and ambiguous.

"That's right!" Han Qing admitted without thinking, and now he just wants to go back and drink a bowl of herbal tea that Murong Bai poured for him.

Murong Bai has high requirements on the details and quality of life, and is caring for him in every possible way. Han Qing feels very regretful in his heart. Murong Bai is not a woman, otherwise he would definitely marry back home.

"Huarang'er, have you fallen in love with Murong Bai?" Bailixi said with a serious expression.

"Of course." Like this friend.Han Qing yawned and said naturally.

"Huarang, Murong Bai is very dangerous, he looks at you wrongly, you can't get close anymore." Bailixi warned seriously.

"It's more dangerous than you." Han Qing stopped, turned around and laughed at his evil intentions.He regards Bailixi as a brother, but Bailixi wants to be a brother.

"I admit that I will never change my heart for you, but you have a home now, and I just want to protect you. I will not cross the line of morality, and insert the feelings of your husband and wife without shame.

However, Murong Bai is different. He unscrupulously penetrates into your married life, occupies your private space, and possesses your feelings. Your intimacy far exceeds that of friends. This is a very dangerous thing. "

Han Qing didn't take Bailixi's words seriously, and said complacently, "I'm happy! You're just jealous of what Murong Bai can get and what you don't have."

Bailixi sighed faintly, shook the white jade fan lightly, and sang to Han Qing's back: "Death and life are in harmony with each other, and I will talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand, and grow old together with you. Yu Kuo, don't let me die." I'm alive. I'm sorry, I don't believe it."

Hearing the clear and pure voice behind her, Han Qing sang faintly, and thought resentfully in her heart: "Hmph! I want to win my sympathy again. If I knew this, why did I do it?"

Before Han Qing reached the gate of the princess mansion, there was a boy in a black lotus suit pacing anxiously outside the painted red gate. When he looked up and saw him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he ran forward crying and said:

"Han Concubine, you are back. The Holy Son has been on a hunger strike for the past few days, and he has not taken a drop of water for three days. He is currently weak. I am afraid that something will happen to the Holy Son. Please persuade him."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier." Han Qing couldn't help frowning with her thin and heroic eyebrows. His fear of women has not been resolved yet!How could Fan Moya die!

Han Qing quickly entered the mansion, led a horse, and drove quickly towards the mansion of the Holy Son without waiting for the believers to follow.

Han Qing rushed into the Shengzi Pavilion aggressively, pushed the door open, and asked loudly to the person lying on the bed, "I heard you want to die?"

Fan Moya closed his eyes and did not answer this unexpected guest, lying on the bed and hugging Lianxin quietly.

"You can die, but first get rid of my misophobia!" Han Qing threw off the quilt on him and grabbed his collar fiercely and said.

"Are you here for this?" Fan Moya slowly opened his thick black eyelashes, and his silver eyes were silent, like a person who sees through the world and is about to leave.

"That's right, I heard from your subordinates that you are going to starve yourself to death. Last time you clearly promised me to solve my phobia." Han Qing looked at the young man with thin cheeks and no fighting spirit in front of him, biting Grind said angrily.

"Since I promise, I will untie it for you. You can let me go." Fan Moya looked at him with silver eyes, and said calmly and sincerely.

"No, you have to untie it for me today, or if you die, who will untie it for me." Han Qing looked at his dull pale skin and threatened irritably.The person he hates the most in his life is someone who commits suicide!

"Okay." Fan Moya replied calmly, and Han Qing let go of his collar.

"Close your eyes." Fan Moya leaned against the head of the bed and asked peacefully.

"With your ghostly appearance, can you relieve my fear of women?" Han Qing asked bluntly, looking at his weak appearance, before closing his eyes.

"Undo the spell on your body, yes." Fan Moya didn't care about his nonsense, and smiled tolerantly, as if he was a master monk.

"I don't believe you. If you faint from hunger halfway, I'm not in vain." Han Qing raised her eyebrows and said arrogantly with her hands folded.

Fan Moya had no choice but to compromise with this big Buddha: "Since that's the case, I'll drink some porridge and gather my energy to undo the curse for you."

The boy waiting outside the door happily pushed the door open and brought out the porridge made with minced meat and vegetables.

Fan Moya smelled the delicious ground porridge, and felt a sense of being ganged up, and then shook his head, Han Qing would not care about his life or death.

He only wished that he was dead, and rushed here in such an urgent manner because he was afraid that something would happen to him, and no one would undo the curse on him.

Under Han Qing's supervision, Fan Moya honestly ate a few mouthfuls of the porridge fed by the boy, then pushed away the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I don't want to eat, you can take it down."

The boy looked at Han Qing who was standing behind with his sleeves folded in embarrassment.

Han Qing raised his hand to take the hot porridge from the boy, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you leave the porridge, let's go."

When the boy saw Han Qing go out, he was happy to be the shopkeeper and left happily. Fan Moya shook his head helplessly.

"Open your mouth!" Han Qing scooped up a spoonful of porridge, handed it to his mouth, and ordered with a stinky face.

Fan Moya knew that if he didn't undo the curse today, Han Qing might cause chaos in Shengzi's residence, so he could only let him go, hoping to send this great Buddha away as soon as possible.

Han Qing said narcissistically while feeding, "Did you go on a hunger strike on purpose to lure me over, trying to use this kind of conspiracy to win my sympathy and make me fall in love with you?"

Fan Moya was speechless for Han Qing's self-righteousness, and couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Han Qing looked at him, eyes lowered and silent, unable to figure out what he was thinking, and called his name annoyedly: "Are you thinking about conspiracy again?"

Fan Moya shook his head quietly, his eyes were peaceful, and he smiled slightly.

"Heh, the master pretends to be pretty good, he really deserves to be a magic stick!" Han Qing said sarcastically, displeased with his master's appearance.

Han Qing scolded ten words, but Fan Moya didn't excuse a word, which made Han Qing feel like punching the cotton with his fist.

"I can't eat anymore." Fan Moya said softly.

Seeing that the porridge was about to reach the bottom of the bowl, Han Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone was a little gentle, as if she was persuading a little brother: "It's the last two bites, eat."

Fan Moya opened his mouth obediently, and ate cooperatively. Han Qing put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked casually, "How is your body recovering?"

"I am born with a strong recovery ability. After a while, it will be no problem to go to the ground." Fan Moya is a doctor himself, and he knows his body very well, and said frankly.

"Well. I have already found a famous doctor who specializes in treating bone injuries. I will call him over tomorrow to take a look for you." Han Qing chatted like an ordinary person, with an arrogant and arrogant tone, and there was no trace at this moment.

"Okay." Fan Moya replied quietly.

"Forget it, look at your pitiful appearance, I'm leaving, and you will undo the spell for me tomorrow." Han Qing stood up awkwardly and left without waiting for Fan Moya to speak.

Fan Moya looked at his back in a hurry as he left, slightly surprised at the caring words, his eyes were full of warmth.

Actually, that's pretty good too...