right after

The new moon is like a hook, and the ensemble of bone xun and jade flute slowly ends in the night sky.

A man's elegant voice came from behind, and he said reservedly: "Girl, what a coincidence we met again."

"What a coincidence, I don't want to meet you." Han Qing complained about this enemy in her heart.

"The title of this song is "Eighteen Beats of Hujia". It is a sad song written by Zhao Wenji after she stayed with Hujia for twelve years in the late Han Dynasty. After returning to the Han Dynasty, I never expected to meet a girl playing it here. It is really meeting a bosom friend in a foreign land."

Murong Bai was holding the jade flute, his usual calm tone was full of surprise at this moment.

Han Qing didn't talk to him, she tied the bone xun around her waist safely, lowered her head and nodded at him, passing him by, intending to leave the place of right and wrong quickly.

"Girl, what's your name?" Murong Bai grabbed the woman's arm that was passing sideways, staring at her quiet profile and asked.

Curly eyes silently fell on Murong Bai's fingers holding her arm.

"You're an abrupt girl." Murong Bai met her gaze and quickly let go of his hand.

Looking at him with soft and clear eyes, he shook his head, and a quiet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The girl really looks like an old friend to me, I'm looking for him now." Murong Baiyu said with longing on his face.

Ling Niao stood where she was, blinked her eyes silently, and listened patiently to what he said.

"I don't know, why did I mention it to the girl." Murong Bai said shyly, holding the jade flute tightly with his slender fingers like a kid.

Niaoyou stretched out her hand to pat his head lovingly, gestured with her fingers a few times, and showed a comforting smile on the pretty ground.

"You mean I'll find him, thank you." Murong Bai's star pupils smiled beautifully.

"Girl, my name is Murong Bai, can I ask the girl's name?" Murong Bai nervously tapped his jade flute on the palm of his hand, and asked with a warm smile.

With slender fingers, he gestured for fire, and then moved his hands upwards, making a soft twisting movement of his limbs.

"Curly?" Murong Bai asked.

Niaoyou nodded happily, then closed her eyes and made a sleeping sign language.

"I'm disturbing the girl." Murong Bai took a step back, and quickly made way for her to leave.

Niaoyou nodded to him, lifted the hem of her light purple skirt, and her Niaona figure crossed the stairs and slowly disappeared from her eyes.

Murong Bai withdrew his gaze, smelled a few wisps of woman's still fragrance in his nose, sighed faintly, looked at Xinyue with his starry eyes and asked, "Han Qing, where are you?"

He just wanted to find Han Qing earlier and save his life. Although the brother-in-law of the emperor wanted him to do Han Qing secretly, he had already figured out a way to deal with it.

He poisoned the stupor just to prevent Han Qing from not cooperating with him. He planned to set fire to the inn and use other dead bodies to replace Tao Zong.

Hiding Han Qing can not only save his life, but also save the two from becoming enemies in the future.Unexpectedly, Fan Moya came out on the way and kidnapped Han Qing beforehand, which made his plan fall through the cracks.

Han Qing is poisoned now, so he should be unable to move. It is inconvenient for Fan Moya to take him with him, and he doesn't know if something unexpected will happen to Han Qing.

Although Murong Bai didn't have deep contact with Fan Moya, his intuition told him that this person was definitely not a good person.Han Qing's behavior is so sloppy, he makes enemies everywhere, if he offends, it will be over.

Murong Bai was worried that the poison of stupor could not be cured, Fan Moya hated the poisoned Han Qing and made him flee, and threw him halfway into the mountains, wolves, tigers and leopards would eat Han Qing who was helpless.

Here Murong Bai was worried about Han Qing's safety, and Han Qing on the other end went back to the room, saw that the men were still obsessed with the matter between the beds, couldn't help feeling very disgusted, sat by the window and poured a cup of tea to suppress his shock.

Han Qing thought to himself: I didn't expect to blow the xun to attract Murong Bai. It's really dangerous. Fortunately, he put on a human skin mask when he went out to be on the safe side.

Murong Bai's reason for approaching a woman just now is really old-fashioned.If it is not afraid that Jiu Chu will be seen through by him, then he must play tricks on him.

There was a very refreshing sound from the bed, Han Qing was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold his teacup, he quietly walked into the bed curtain, saw that Binu was riding on the man with a bloody expression on his face, and couldn't help feeling cold that his heroic appearance was ruined.

Han Qing wondered, "Are there no words between men?"

Han Qing took off his clothes, patted Binu on the shoulder, and signaled him to go down.

Binu's face was full of reluctance, and he reluctantly got down to leave. Han Qing climbed onto the bed, untied the hairband from Fan Moya's eyes, and said with a smile, "Shaman, are you satisfied?"

Fan Moya looked at Han Qing with silver eyes and said greedily, "It's not enough."

Han Qing sat high on him, with the hair band hanging down on his handsome face between his fingers, dragging all the way down, with those long and narrow eyes, he joked, "Half the antidote is naturally half the spring breeze."

"I'll give you the antidote for the other half right now." Fan Moya's red flag hadn't fallen yet, and his lust was strong. Hearing that Han Qing was about to end halfway, he hurriedly got up and said in a panic.

"Hehe, it's late, the business is over, Prime Minister Wu remembers to keep his promise, and give me the other half of the antidote tomorrow." Han Qing pushed Fan Moya back onto the pillow, grabbed his clothes and put them on neatly, and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Han Qing, you can't just leave me like this." Seeing that Han Qing was about to leave, Fan Moya quickly got up and chased after him, because his hands and feet were bound and he fell down in embarrassment.

It was rare for Han Qing to see Fan Moya make a fool of himself, cover his mouth and sneer ruthlessly, and the pace of leaving became brisker.

Fan Moya was almost made to cry by Han Qing, an evildoer. He regretted putting Han Qing together, and now he shot himself in the foot with a rock.

After Fan Moya untied the shackles, patting Han Qing's door was useless, so he could only go back to his room depressed.

In a quiet corner where there is no one, there are two people standing.

"No, this is your reward." Han Qing handed a few taels of silver to Binu and said.

Binu took the money, covered her mouth and smiled hypocritically: "Girl, you are so polite. Binu has never received such a handsome guest, and it is really profitable. Unfortunately, the time is too short."

When Binu mentioned Fan Moya, his eyes were full of obsession and nostalgia, and he wanted to do it again, Han Qing couldn't help laughing.

Binu tucked the money into his waist, said goodbye and said, "Miss will come to Binu next time, and I won't charge you any money."

"Remember, this matter can only be rotten in the stomach, if you say it, I will kill you." Han Qing put his hand on Binu's shoulder, and said that there was infinite danger on his body.

Binu was taken aback by the vicious and vicious expression on the young and pretty girl's face, she shrank her head and hurried away in fright.

The next day, amidst the sound of the carriage wheels, Fan Moya reluctantly handed over the elixir to Han Qing.

Fan Moya slid his fingers over Han Qing's slightly rough palm, and Zhou Zheng's eyebrows and eyes were extremely resentful and said: "My life-saving grace, in exchange for this half-time spring breeze, is really a loss."

Han Qing raised his head neatly, swallowed the elixir, felt the strength of his body's recovery, raised the corner of his mouth comfortably and said, "Who is the sorcerer, you are not honest."

"If I give you all the antidote, I guess even the half-du spring breeze will be gone." Fan Moya had already figured out Han Qing's mind, and said bluntly.

"Hehe, Prime Minister Wu, I regret it forever." Han Qing pushed open the window, turned around and said goodbye slyly.

"Han Qing..." Fan Moya rushed forward to catch the air, and opened the window to see Han Qing's light body like a bird swallow, lightly tapping between the branches, and quickly going away.

Fan Moya always felt that something was wrong, until he touched Han Qing's hand just now, and now he reacted, a feeling of nausea rushed to his throat, he grabbed the window of the carriage, and vomited wildly.

Ah Gu, when he heard something wrong behind him, he stopped driving, immediately got into the carriage and asked, "Holy Son, what's wrong?"

"He lied to me...he lied to me...vomit..." Fan Moya said while clutching Ah Gu's collar with a fragile expression.

Fan Moya secretly hated himself last night when his rational mind was overwhelmed by excitement, and he was misled by Han Qing, and his holy and pure Yang body was lost in the hands of a slut.

"Who lied to you?" Ah Gu hurriedly patted his shoulder and asked impatiently.

"Han Qing...Han Qing...I will never let you go next time." Fan Moya angrily wiped the dirt from his mouth, put his pale fingers tightly into the window coffin, and shouted angrily.

In a blink of an eye, thinking that the blood-stained inferior had touched him last night, he was still immersed in it, nausea flooded his throat again, and for the first time, he hated Han Qing's evil incomparably.

"Ah..., I want to kill everyone in Chongsheng Building..." Fan Moya gritted his teeth and said angrily, his silver eyes were covered with a layer of blood red, as if a demon god had come to the world.

Ah Gu, looking at the sharp claws piercing his throat in disbelief, looking at Fan Moya's blood-stained eyes, and said sadly: "Holy Son, you must not respond to that demon and abandon the supreme way of heaven."

He served by Fan Moya's side since he was a child. Fan Moya was born with silver eyes. Since he was a child, he was regarded as a savior sent by the gods to save the purgatory on earth, and he received supreme worship and respect.

However, the Holy Son has changed since he was baptized by Han Qing. He can feel that the benevolent, selfless, and righteous Holy Son has begun to be occupied by evil, and he has become cruel, selfish, and evil.

He couldn't imagine what the Holy Son had done to Han Qing in the carriage these days, and he was extremely panicked. A Holy Son who saved all living beings, falling into the devil's way, would undoubtedly be a disaster to all people in the world.

"None of you can know about this." Fan Moya said in horror when he saw Ah Gu's sad eyes.As soon as the slender fingers exerted force, Ah Gu's head fell to the ground.

"I want to kill all those people, kill, kill..." Fan Moya withdrew his blood-stained fingers, muttering.

The blood between his slender fingers, one drop, two drops, three drops, four drops, five drops, six drops, seven drops... fell on the ground, like scarlet flowers blooming on the road to the underworld.

One day later, a news that shocked the Seven Kingdoms came. All the people in the Chongsheng Tower were slaughtered overnight, and blood flowed everywhere, like Shura Hell.

However, there was no evidence of the murderer left at the scene, and it became a bloody unsolved case.

It was rumored that the murderer was the murderous demon who killed Sima Huan's own sister. General Murong Bai's men were said to have gone out to investigate the murderer that night, but they were not present so they escaped.

The only living private servant, Binu, hid in the basket in the aisle because he saw that something was wrong. ..."

Among the barren mountains and wild ridges, horseshoes are running.

Han Qing glanced back. Fan Moya, who was tied to his back unconsciously, frowned, and said in his heart, "This man is really fragile. After killing someone, he actually wants to commit suicide, and he needs to erase the evidence."