right after

The rain during the Qingming Festival is the mourning tears remaining in the clouds, and it is the lonely soul of the living who weeps to the corner.

During the Qingming Festival, the grass is emerald green submerged in the rain and dew, and it is the nostalgia for returning to the sun from the dead.

If there is no worry for a hundred years, no death for a thousand years, and no separation for a long time, how envious of immortals!

Han Qing rested quietly on the window sill, staring at the lone wind chime hanging under the corner of the eaves, her thoughts scattered beyond the sky through the fine and dense rain along with the soft and crisp sound.

Murong Bai, who came downstairs on patrol, looked up and saw Han Qing standing alone thinking, thinking: he should be lonely, I don't know who is lonely?

Han Qing was imprisoned alone on the second floor of the Golden Palace. The first floor was used as a place for soldiers to rest.

"What did he do this morning?" Murong Bai went up to the second floor, and asked the maid in charge as usual.

"After eating breakfast, it's as if I've been standing in front of the window two days ago, and I haven't left." The maid leaned back, glanced at Han Qing's location, and told the truth.

"En." As far as Murong Bai looked, the room was empty, there was only a bed, a screen, a table, and a stool, and there was nothing else, no wonder he was in a daze every day.

The dense braids on Han Qing's head were unraveled, and the lush black hair that grew to the thighs was naturally curled, and the end was loosely tied with a red gauze ribbon with golden bells, revealing A little lazy.

Han Qing was wearing a Hu suit with narrow sleeves and a corset, which was different from the past. Today, he was wearing a wide-sleeved toga with a red collar and black coat. Standing upright in front of the window, he looked even more graceful and unpredictable.

Murong Bai stared at his absent-minded silhouette for a while, then turned around and left down the stairs.

Standing at the window, Han Qing looked at the long figure of Murong Baixin downstairs, who was leaving steadily, turned his head lazily to look at the court lady who was peeping at him, and said slowly, "Yueying, I'm hungry." .”

"The son-in-law was standing in front of the window early in the morning, and it's almost noon. I should be hungry. I'll go and prepare lunch right away." Yue Ying approached and replied, just as she turned around to go downstairs, Han Qing grabbed her wrist with her long arm.

Moon Shadow looked at the slender and powerful thin hand on her wrist, and looked at Han Qing suspiciously.

"Remember to add more spice." Han Qing's fingertips gently brushed her fair skin.

Yueying's face quietly became unnatural, her eyes sparkled, she responded in a panic, and hurried downstairs.

Han Qing looked down at the distant Moon Shadow from a high position, saw that she was still touching her wrist affectionately, turned her head and looked up at him quietly, Han Qing cast her gaze at her, and she immediately lowered her head in fright.

Han Qing looked at her disappearing figure, with a hint of cunning and deep meaning on her exploited lips.

Near noon, the light rain gradually subsided, and Murong Bai was wearing an almond-colored loose coat with sleeves, passing through the noise of the market, and was about to rush home for lunch.

I happened to see some students going in and out of a bookstore by the roadside, and remembered Han Qing's dazed look every day, so I stepped in and asked the shopkeeper, "What's the hottest talk of the day?"

The shopkeeper looked left and right, sneakily took out a wooden box from under the table, and pulled out the wooden board, revealing three books.

Facing Murong Bai, he whispered mysteriously: "These three volumes of story books are the most popular books at present. They are written in robes. They are sold out in Taicheng. I won't sell them for ten taels of silver. Look at them." For the sake of General Mu, I will give you half of these books, and you can take five taels away."

Murong Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what kind of book is this, it costs ten taels of silver.But Murong Bai never liked to ask about these trivial matters, so he readily paid for it, packed a book and went home for dinner, intending to go back to the palace and take it to Han Qing.

I remembered that when I went out two days ago, my seven-year-old niece, Mu Zhi, clamored for Tongji's red bean cake, so I bought it and asked the shopkeeper to pack an extra one when I was waiting for the money.

Han Qing's eyes fell from Murong Bai's quiet face to the red bean cake and three books on the table. He was a little surprised for a moment, and asked again: "Are these all for me?"

Murong Bai nodded, untied the string wrapped in oil paper with his own hands, twisted a piece of red bean cake and handed it to Han Qing's lips, saying: "Tongji's red bean cake is famous in the city, try it."

Han Qing opened his mouth and took a bite. The red bean cake was sweet and soft, and it was really good.

Han Qing swallowed the pastry, showing a shy look in her eyes, and thanked in a low voice.

Murong Bai's eyes as cold as stars were filled with a smile, and he said sincerely: "If you like it, I will bring it for you every day from now on."

Holding the pastry, Han Qing looked at the warm smile in his eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Need a reason?" Murong Bai asked back.

A little flower bloomed happily in Han Qing's heart, but his face was still indifferent, and he said arrogantly and threateningly: "It's better as you said, if I find that you approach me with a purpose, don't blame me for being rude."

Murong Bai wears the crown at the beginning of this year's double [-]th. He is the youngest among the four beauties of Muyun, but he is the least mature one.

Yan Zijin ranked third in 22 years, has always been flexible and talkative, and likes to be lively.

Li Junye is 23 years old, has the most relaxed personality, and likes weird things.

Xiao Jingyu is 25 years old, has the most easy-going and humorous personality, and likes to draw red lines.

Although they were a few years apart in age, there was no barrier and they could talk about everything. Murong Bai was always dismissed by his acquaintances as a boring person, but he talked a lot more in front of Han Qing.

"Hehe." When Murong Bai heard Han Qing's sarcastic threat, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Does it still count if you were in the cave last time?" Han Qing picked up another piece of red bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth, raising his eyes and looking at him.

"Forget it." Murong Bai said.

"Let's talk about it first. On the battlefield, the country has no friends before. When the time comes, the sword will have no eyes, and the conspiracy will strike. Don't blame me for not treating you as a friend." Han Qing made the words clear, looking at Murong with pure black eyes. Bai said with those shining star eyes.

"Okay, our friendship is only in private, and Yu Gong will act according to his own position." Murong Bai grinned his neat and bright teeth, stretched out his hand and promised.

Han Qing shook that same slender hand, but she didn't expect that this handshake would last a lifetime.

"From now on, you will call me Hwarang in private. This is my nickname." Han Qing dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote these two characters on the table.

The nickname was chosen by his biological mother, and the last person who called him by that name last time was his friend in the army.

"My nickname is Nai Yulin, and only the elders in my family call me that." Murong Bai also imitated him, dipped his finger in the water in the teacup, and handed over his nickname.

"Yu Lin, you have to bring me this pastry tomorrow." Now that the two are getting acquainted, Han Qing asked bluntly, but there was a little more intimacy in his words.

"Hwarang, you're actually a glutton." Murong Bai called out this name, and couldn't help feeling a little better.

"You bring a set of chess pieces tomorrow, and we'll play chess. I'm locked up here for a while, and I'm almost covered with grass." Han Qing bit the red bean cake and complained dissatisfiedly while resting her chin. Murong Bai poured a cup of hot tea for him. Give it to him before he chokes.

"No problem, by the way, why did you pass out in the palace last time?" Murong Bai asked inexplicably, Han Qing froze as he reached out to take the tea, and immediately looked at him cautiously with his long eyes.

Murong Bai laughed, showed three fingers, and promised: "This is a private matter, I will not say it."

"When I escaped from Sima Huan, I was drenched in the rain all night, and I didn't feel very comfortable. In the end, I couldn't bear it and passed out."

Han Qing thought of her younger sister, who was unswervingly fond of the emperor, and felt haggard in her heart, and her beautiful face was also a little sad.

"He's gone too far." Murong Bai secretly clenched his fists angrily when he thought of Sima Huan's cruelty to Han Qing.

Han Qing rolled his eyes, swept away some of the faded color, and noticed that he had hit Murong Bai who was secretly resentful.It's better to find out more about the situation of the enemy from Murong Bai's mouth, so as to know ourselves and the enemy.

"How did you investigate the poisoning?" Han Qing asked lazily while holding a teacup.

"I still don't have a clue, and the evidence on both sides is insufficient." Murong Bai explained honestly.

"You can't find out, so you keep locking me like this? I think you don't want to let me go at all." Han Qing looked at the shackles on his hands and feet, and was very dissatisfied. A little angry.

"There's nothing you can do about it. The Emperor's life is at stake. You can't let any suspect go. If you haven't been poisoned, you will be innocent in the end. Rong Bai will personally send you back to the right place." Murong Bai Yizheng said eloquently.

Han Qing thought that after the incident happened, he only saw the emperor once, and the people who intervened in the investigation of this matter were mainly Murong Bai and Yan Zijin as assistants.The matter did not become a big issue between the two countries, and there may not be more than ten people who know everything about it.

"I see that your emperor doesn't take this matter very seriously, and I don't see him paying too much attention to it. Besides, Sima Huan and Concubine Rong are both suspected of discussing the matter, but I don't see that you are concerned about them. It would be too bullying to only care about me. .”

"The emperor has a lot of things to do every day and has no time to spare himself. Naturally, we courtiers are here to share the worries. Meimei is more suspicious of this matter. The physical evidence was found from under Meimei's pillow, and the circumstantial evidence for her innocence is not sufficient. clear suspicion.

The emperor now let her go back to the Mei Pavilion, and entertained you with food and drink, which is magnanimous and kind enough. "

Murong Bai said calmly, Han Qing's anger dropped by three points.

"Have you checked the ingredients and origin of the poison?" Han Qing asked.

"I checked, the poison is also from the north, and some of the herbs are from the south, which is not enough to prove anything. However, the thin-necked bottle containing the poison has been authenticated by someone. It is the unique Changhe bottle in Beihan Palace."

Murong Bai stared at Han Qing's face, his expression changed, and his tone was a little subtle, implying that Han Qing was the most suspected one.

Han Qing sneered, and said disdainfully: "Since the poison can imitate Beihan, why can't we get the bottle as long as you put some food in it? Sima Huan's rebellious heart can be seen clearly even by me, an outsider.

How could a little concubine in the harem get the North Cold Poison? Someone must have been behind the scenes to help, and the tail of the act was so cleanly swept away. "

What Han Qing said was exactly what they suspected of Sima Huan.