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There are continuous mountains, the blue color can't reach the eyes, and the setting sun shines on the two armies that are handing over, giving the cold and silver soldiers a soft golden glow, even adding a touch of tenderness to the solemn iron face.

This place is outside the territory of Muyun Country and belongs to the buffer zone between neighboring countries.

As the spring breeze blew, Murong Bai had a thin beard around his jade cheeks, and his eyes were as bright as stars, looking at the army on the opposite side, his eyes were very cold and solemn.

The leader slowly drove a low-key and luxurious black carriage, followed by an army lined up, all cavalry were black horses.

The iron cavalry marched firmly, holding weapons in their hands with no expression on their faces. There was no noise other than the sound of horseshoes, which was strangely monotonous. From a distance, it seemed to come from the generals of the Nine Nethers.

The soldiers held their weapons in their hands, and following a few simple commands, they neatly and neatly dropped their weapons to the ground, all standing by their sides without any mess.

The momentum of the 200-member team seemed to be 200 million people, and the coercion was invisible, making people breathless.

The horse on Muyun's side was affected by the momentum, and the horse's head twisted uncomfortably, and the soldier's face couldn't help showing a little nervousness. He secretly observed Murong Bai's complexion, and saw that he was as calm as usual, and his heroic posture was as still as a mountain, so he settled down a little. mind.

Immediately after the leading carriage stopped, someone walked up to them holding layers of lotus carpets with sacred hands.

The embroidered lotus carpets on a black background outlined by gold threads are paved piece by piece on the ground, overflowing with luxurious brilliance under the sunshine.

After all the pavement was finished, the believer folded his hands on his chest, faced the people in the carriage, closed his eyes, and chanted prayers devoutly.

Then, he humbly knelt on the ground, his body stretched as straight as a stool, and his eyes suppressed the heat of being favored by God.

A servant opened the door respectfully, and the person in the carriage slowly stretched out an unusually pale and dazzling hand.

The bones in that hand were long and thin, and the flesh and bones were tightly attached. Dark red blood flowed under the pale back of the hand, which contained mysterious power.

The people present held their breath involuntarily, watching his appearance intently.

The hand under the smooth black silk, which looked like jade porcelain, was resting on the ordinary and unpretentious hand of the attendant.

There was an extremely slight sound from inside the carriage, and the black and blue hair was pulled, and as he leaned forward, he swayed slightly in the air. Compared with the side face that seemed to be carved with a ruler, it seemed a little distorted.

The man stepped on the believer's back solemnly and gracefully, and his whole body was covered with a dignified and mysterious aura.

He was wearing a high-quality black silk robe, but it was solid and had a soft luster. The gold thread was embroidered on the black robe, outlining mysterious patterns.

He slowly stepped on the lotus carpet without looking sideways, step by step on the black lotus, and walked gracefully. The hem of his clothes dragged on the ground like running water as he walked, which brought inexplicable depression.

"Noble general, I am the sorcerer of Beihan...Fan Moya, by the order of the king, came to bring the son-in-law back to Beihan." The man's light silver pupils swept towards Murong Bai, with his left hand on his chest, leaned slightly, and cast A respectful etiquette.

Murong Bai looked down from above, the handsome man with extremely upright and luxurious appearance tightened the reins in his hand.

Some people will know at first sight that he is your old enemy, even if he is polite and humble.

"Bring him up." Murong Bai waved his hand and said in a cold voice.

Amidst the sound of iron chains, Han Qing was easily brought up from behind by two soldiers. If you look closely, you will find that his footsteps are flimsy and his eyes are a little lax.

Fan Moya stared at Han Qing closely, seeing his messy hair and wrinkled clothes, his silver eyes were a little moved.Hearing the ringing subway chains on his body, the hidden anger split open on his peaceful cheeks.

Seeing Han Qing, Fan Moya couldn't help leaving the lotus blanket quickly, stepped forward to stroke Han Qing's cheek, and said distressedly: "My beautiful son-in-law, you have suffered in Muyun."

The scene was like his peerless treasure was stolen and returned, and he couldn't help the excitement of checking whether it was damaged.

Han Qing tilted her head in disgust, dodged his outstretched hand, and said with disappointment in her narrow eyes, "Why are you, Bei Hanjing?"

"Princess Jing is still in the palace." Fan Moya cupped Han Qing's wrist, looking at the rosy skin on it, feeling like his heart was about to break.

Han Qing concealed his disgust between his brows and eyes, and withdrew his hand vigorously, and the iron chains collided with each other while struggling.

"Murong Bai, you should unlock it for me now!" Han Qing turned around and looked at Murong Bai who was on the horse provocatively, and said bitterly.

This grandson is so bad, he accidentally knocked his lower lip yesterday, and as a result, all the food was withdrawn, and he was not even given a sip of water. He was hungry for two days.

Murong Bai coldly took out the key from his bosom, threw it heavily on the ground and raised some dust.

Fan Moya couldn't show his emotions, and with a wave of his hand, the attendant picked up the key from the ground, carefully wiped it inside and out with a silk handkerchief, and handed it to him.

Holding back his anger in his handsome and upright eyes, he stretched out his hand to unlock Han Qing, and threw the useless lock on the ground.

"In the future, be honest with me, and you won't walk out of Muyun as easily as this time." Murong Bai spoke to Han Qing, but looked at Fan Moya with his eyes, and warned by flipping his broken lower lip.

Fan Moya flashed a stern look.

"You..." Han Qing was angry, his chest was burning with anger, and he just wanted to yell.Murong Bai didn't wait for him to swear, he turned the horse's head and legs, pinched the horse's belly and left quickly.

Murong Bai has always disdain to play tricks on people who don't like him, his actions this time severely embarrass Bei Han.

A hundred soldiers would ride their horses to keep up with his pace, and the soldiers regained their dignity, rode their horses proudly, and left in a mighty way.

Beihan's generals were provoked, and they frowned, clenched their weapons tightly, and were ready to rush up and drive at any time.

Fan Moya raised his hands, not wanting to cause trouble, so he adjusted his team and headed towards the nearby inn.

Han Qing was dizzy and dizzy from hunger, and couldn't ride a horse at all. When he straightened his back and got on the carriage, he staggered and almost fell off the carriage. Fan Moya hurriedly supported him.

With the help of Fan Moya, Han Qing got into the carriage, his whole body was still tense, his eyes were closed, and he leaned weakly against the carriage wall.

"Beautiful son-in-law, you have suffered." Fan Moya felt very uncomfortable seeing his stubborn appearance, took out a horn comb and leaned over to tidy up his appearance carefully.

"Don't touch me." Han Qing was so hungry that she could barely speak, and angrily brushed his hand away feebly.

"Hehe, this gesture of the son-in-law is really charming." Fan Moya grabbed his hand, whispered in his ear, with no respect at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, the coolness pierced his neck instantly, and the sharp short knife touched his fragile skin with unfriendly anger.

Han Qing opened her sharp eyes and said threateningly, "Master Wu Xiang, pay attention to your behavior."

Fan Moya raised his hands, with a helpless smile on his face, and there was some restlessness hidden in those deep-socketed silver eyes.

Han Qing withdrew the dagger and gave him a warning look, Fan Moya had a peaceful face.

Seeing that he didn't dare to go beyond the rules, Han Qing closed his eyes tiredly, this time he didn't have any strength at all.He didn't want to beg for food from Fan Moya, so he could only support himself to the inn, waiting for the food to arrive.

After about a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the inn where the army rested.

This inn is three storeys high, built of wood, there are shopkeepers and servants, there are six people in total.The scale is average, and it can barely accommodate more than 200 people.The front and rear halls on the first floor can accommodate fifteen tables.Above the second floor are all rooms.

Fan Moya took over the entire inn, ordered the kitchen to slaughter more than 20 pigs, ducks, fish and sheep, and took over the inn's wine cellar, allowing his subordinates to taste more than 500 jars of spirits.

Fan Moya didn't like to be lively, so he just stayed in his room to pray with those rough people until late at night.He was used to eating twice a day, so the other guards ate all the dinner brought by the shopkeeper.

In the middle of the night, while Fan Ya was meditating, he occasionally heard unusual movements outside the door, and woke up vigilantly.

Fan Moya opened the window by a slit, and saw that there was darkness beyond the window sill, someone passed by with a mask holding a candle, and holding a bloody knife, he groped into his subordinate's room.

Fan Moya lowered the window silently, spread out the quilt, and made an imaginary figure, his tall figure disappeared into the corridor.

"Han Qing! Han Qing! Han Qing?" Fan Moya pushed Han Qing, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and when he saw him sleeping with his eyes closed, he knew they had been tricked.

It is estimated that other soldiers will be the same.

"Master, the car is ready." The door was pushed open, and Ah Gu said respectfully outside the door.

Fan Moya bent down to pick up Han Qing, and the three of them went downstairs quietly. When they saw their horses in the stable, lying dead on the ground, they couldn't help but feel heartbroken. They were all purebred horses from Beihan.

A black carriage drove away under the cover of night.

In front of the inn building, a large group of people were all masked and dressed in black, holding high flaming torches, illuminating the front and back of the inn.

Their shadows falling on the ground were shaking like ghosts.

The masked man threw down the bloody knife, faced the leader on his knees, and reported shamefully: "General Mu, let Han Qing and Fan Moya's master and servant escape, there is no carriage in the yard, and our horses have been taken away." .”

Murong Bai covered his face, his good-looking eyes became more and more conspicuous, he frowned and ordered: "Leave 20 people, burn down the inn, take care of the aftermath, and chase the rest of them with me."

"Yes..." The sound of many horseshoes was extremely restless in the dark night.

Fan Moya patted Han Qing's shoulder, and seeing that he was still asleep, he took out a thin-necked porcelain bottle from his body, opened his mouth, and fed it.

"Ahem..." Han Qing slowly woke up in his arms, looked at Murong Bai in a daze, not knowing what happened for a moment.

"Our troops were drugged and all ambushed." Seeing that he woke up, Fan Moya heaved a sigh of relief, put away the bottle, and explained heavily.

"It must be Muyun. It's so despicable that they set up a plot to kill people secretly." Han Qing wanted to sit up with his hands up, but suddenly realized that his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he was dripping with cold sweat instantly.

Seeing that his complexion was not right, Fan Moya quickly grabbed his shoulders and asked, "What's wrong?"