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The waning moon hangs alone, the sparse stars are dimly shining, and the Golden Tower stands alone in the palace as before. Its position is so embarrassing, it does not belong to the front bedroom or the back palace.

The first emperor Xiao Yangsu loved to be alone, so it is located in the east of the middle section of the palace. It was built on the lotus pond, creating a pure land of colored glaze.

There are many colorful koi swimming in the pond under the lotus, and the late emperor often took a look at it all afternoon.

There is a winding white marble bridge on the surface of the water, carved with exquisite patterns, and there is no bridge at the bottom.

People who come and go can see the golden tower, the magnificent figure of Zhu Jin, as soon as they look up.

Han Qing stood by the window, holding the scriptbook brought by Murong Bai in his hand, but he didn't read a single word, his slender eyes looked far into the distance, the boundless night.

The green shadow did not appear in the field of vision for a long time.

Han Qing looked at the waning moon and its gloomy brilliance, and sighed, feeling a little bit annoyed at his impulsiveness. If Yueying was arrested, wouldn't it be extra trouble for him to return to Beihan next month.

However, if it succeeds, the huge benefits will overwhelm Han Qing's worries. If it fails, he will immediately flee back to Beihan.

Suddenly, the familiar footsteps of a single person heard outside the door, Han Qing's ears twitched in surprise, and he turned around immediately.

"Why did you come so late?" Han Qing looked at Yueying who pushed the door and entered, and asked with concern.

"It's a long story. I almost ran into the emperor on the road. You look at this thing as soon as possible, and I need to put it back as soon as possible." Yueying quickly closed the door and window, and took out a roll of sheepskin from her sleeve and said.

Han Qing took it quickly, unfolded it on the table, his face could not hide his excitement and ecstasy, and his eyes greedily scanned the content of the picture on it.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Han Qing rolled it up cautiously, handed it to Yueying and said, "I've already remembered, return it quickly."

Yueying nodded, and when she stepped out of the threshold, she glanced back at Han Qing who was still immersed in excitement, and said sadly, "Master, are you really good at taking Yueying away?"

Han Qing raised her head to bid farewell, with a charming smile on her thin lips, she promised, "Of course, go back and be careful."

Yueying smiled poignantly when she heard the words, and the smile was painted on her fair cheeks, which was indescribably magnificent.

The teardrop in her eyes, following the slowly closing wooden door, slid down her cheeks, wrapped in the tear film: nostalgia, determination, hope, misery...

With a soft posture and a sad state of mind, he slammed into the ground and let out a silent sigh.

The sound of her footsteps became farther and farther away from his ears.

Han Qing stared blankly, the tears smeared on the ground for a long time, guilt emerged in his heart for the first time.

But the guilt was quickly covered up by ecstasy, and the blueprint just now appeared in his mind. If he was asked to lead troops, where should he invade first.

It must be Stone City. If it is captured here, Muyun will lose his retreat.Just now, in such an important place, although it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is undoubtedly a small loophole to deploy [-] troops.

If it's a surprise attack, it's a combination of inside and outside, isn't it difficult for mere Muyun to escape in the palm of his hand?

The more Han Qing thought about it, the hotter his heart became. The blood boiling all over his body evaporated the drowsiness. He wished he could fly back to Beihan immediately, tell Beihanmo the great weakness of the enemy's soldiers, and then lead the troops to attack Muyun.

However, the matter was only half successful, did Yueying return the picture successfully?Han Qing began to worry about gains and losses again, and it was the first time he experienced the suffering of waiting for others.

Until the moon was setting in the west and the sun was rising in the east, a gust of cold spring breeze slipped into the window, flipping the pages of the story book mischievously, making a rattling sound.

Han Qing rested his chin with one hand, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the eyeballs under his eyelids turned rapidly. Suddenly, the dreamland collapsed and the earth trembled.

A horse neighed, piercing the nightmare, Han Qing suddenly fell to the ground, and suddenly opened his sharp eyes.

What came into his eyes was the quiet inner wall of the carriage, and the wheels underneath were rolling dully. Through the translucent white veil, he saw the horses advancing in an orderly manner.

These days, the tear in the corner of her eye became more and more clear in his dream, as if someone installed a magnifying glass in his mind.

She has never been to the Golden Tower since that night, and her good sister Riying took her place.

Riying told him that after going back last night, Yueying's expression was not quite right, she had a sudden illness without warning, she was so depressed that she couldn't get up, and she would come back after two days when she recovered from her illness.

Han Qing said with a kind smile, let her recuperate well, and wait for her to recover.

However, after two days, Riying said sadly that her condition was a little bad, and she started to lose her mind. When she was in a daze, she kept chanting: She committed a crime and should be punished by the Bodhisattva.

Han Qing still smiled kindly at Riying and told her not to be stressed, to recuperate well, and to wait for her to come back.

Han Qing once wondered in her heart whether something was discovered and Yueying was controlled by someone, and she deliberately asked to bring Yueying's token over.

The sun shadow soon brought, and the moon shadow was in the middle of the night, the handkerchief embroidered by himself, with the blood stained by the moon shadow on it.

Riying told him anxiously: Yueying has been ineffective for the past few days, and has become more and more unconscious. Last night, Yueying stayed up all night doing embroidery and suddenly vomited blood.

Han Qing forced herself to squeeze out a kind smile again and said: He believes that Yueying will survive and come back when he recovers.

Two days later, Riying said with tears in her eyes that the medicine stone was ineffective for Yueying's illness, and the imperial physician diagnosed her as having a heart disease, and secretly revealed that when Yueying was in a coma, she kept chanting about Mr. Han.

Sun Shadow seemed to know something about what happened between him and Moon Shadow through the signs, but he didn't reveal anything.

Han Qing originally wanted to check the authenticity, but looking at the blood-stained handkerchief, she suddenly felt timid, and said in her heart: If she dies of illness, wouldn't it be easy for him?

That day, when he was informed that he could leave Muyun, Riying ran over to him early in the morning and said that Yueying seemed to be dying.

The seriously ill Yueying begged to see Han Qing.

Han Qing still had a kind smile on her face, and said to the flustered and frightened Riying: Yueying is a good girl, and God will bless her to recover from her illness.

Under the leadership of the general, he straightened his back and stepped out of the prison without looking at the expression of the shadow behind him.

He didn't even think about taking Yueying away, it was just a trick, Han Qing said to himself.

The car stopped, approached with a crisp sound of horseshoes, a cold jade sword poked out from outside, opened the white veil, and the starry eyes appeared behind the veil, and asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Han Qing suppressed his emotions, got up pitifully on the palms of his hands, and sat down again. The thick chains on his hands, ankles and wrists rubbed against the car board, making a harsh collision sound.

He patted the dust on his hands, opened his palms and saw that the skins on his palms were scratched delicately, it was true that after spending some time in Muyun, the body had become hypocritical.

Han Qing turned her slender neck, looked back and said with contempt: "General Mu, it's all because of your unhappiness. You refused to unlock it and hurt me."

Murong Bai looked at Han Qing's deflated look, narrowed his eyes with a smile, showing his white teeth, snickered and said: "Before you return to Beihan, the suspicion is not cleared, so I can only wrong Consort Han.

Concubine Han has never cried on the battlefield, so why did he suffer from a minor injury today? "

Han Qing gritted his teeth secretly. This guy has been good at talking and talking, and sometimes he lost the verbal battle.He was so angry that he just wanted to drag this unsightly grandson off the horse and beat him up.

He had always suspected that Murong Bai had deliberately locked him up for personal gain, in order to avenge the last time he deliberately played a prank in front of the emperor to blur the ambiguous relationship between the two.

With a smile on the corner of Murong Bai's mouth, he took out a box of plaster from his pocket, threw it into the car and said, "Wipe it carefully, don't turn around and rely on me again."

"General Mu, is this how you make an apology?" Han Qing glanced at the plaster and asked with narrow eyes.

Murong Bai raised his high-spirited sword eyebrows, turned over neatly and handsomely from the white horse, handed the reins to the men beside him, opened the curtain and stepped into the carriage.

He picked up the plaster on the ground, sat down gracefully facing each other, took Han Qing's hand, looked at it carefully, and continued to tease: "Han Concubine not only looks more like a girl, but also has a temperament like a girl."

Han Qing's eyes exploded with anger, and he thought to himself: It's true that he has not been on the house for three days, and he actually climbed on his head to do his best.

Just about to withdraw his hand, to teach the rude Murong Bai a lesson, unexpectedly, Murong Bai squeezed his palm tightly, his eyes full of hateful smiles.

Say this time is fast and that time is slow.

Han Qing's elbow quickly attacked his disgusting face, Murong Bai's neck flicked to the right, his elbow immediately returned the attack, and he stretched out his foot to step on the chain between his hands.

Han Qing was suddenly restricted in his movement space, pulled by the force of the iron cable, and threw himself straight down on Murong Bai.

Han Qing quickly put his injured hand on the ground, and frowned slightly in pain. The two of them looked at each other with a distance of ten centimeters.

The back of Murong Bai's head hit the ground heavily, his mind went blank for a moment, his eyes stared straight at Han Qing's indisputable face for a long while.

Han Qing's palms ached secretly, and he took a deep breath, seeing that the crooked man knocked Murong Bai unconscious, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly.

Amidst his wanton laughter, Murong Bai turned his gaze away in embarrassment, avoiding those dark, deep and attractive eyes.

Han Qing smiled and got up quickly, but unexpectedly the chain was pressed tightly by that bastard, and she fell uncontrollably to the person underneath. This time, the hard collarbone hit the ground and Han Qing's jaw hurt.

Murong felt a pain in his lower lip, and in Han Qing's Zhang Dadi's pupils, salty blood spread from the intertwined lips.

Fuck!Han Qing was extremely distressed.

Murong Bai pushed Han Qing away in a panic, covered his lower lip with his index finger and pointed at Han Qing in shame and indignation, "You did it on purpose..."

"What did I do on purpose?" Han Qing pouted his neck, licked his lips, and said with a wicked smile.

"Shameless!" Murong Bai pointed at Han Qing's handsome face, turning pale with anger.

"Now I know the truth." Han Qing smiled with a successful mischief in his eyes.

"You are too much, I don't want to talk to you anymore." Murong Bai ignored the messy attire, jumped into the carriage angrily, and fled away in embarrassment.

"I can't ask for it..." Han Qing caught up with the words.

When Murong Bai heard his words, his footsteps became chaotic, and he thought angrily: Han Qing, you will be bound by the chain forever, and I will never open it again.Tomorrow night is the time of your death, just wait for the end.

That guy is thin-skinned, shouldn't he be really angry and ignore him?Han Qing withdrew his hand on the ground in pain.

Forget it, just ignore it, he didn't purposely smash his lower lip with his teeth, so why be angry.

Han Qing withdrew her gaze from the window, looked at the injured palm distressedly, and thought to herself.