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Han Qing and Fan Moya, relying on the map they obtained by accident, passed through the maze jungle, avoided Jian Ran's weak guards, and arrived at Beihan Palace smoothly.

When Han Qing and Fan Moya stepped into the palace, Bei Hanmo had already been waiting on the throne for a long time hungry.

When he saw the two people coming in from the palace gate, his cold eagle eyes immediately cheered up, he quickly stood up and greeted them and said, "Come in quickly, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Fan Xiang, this trip has been hard for you to pick up Han Qing." Bei Hanmo greeted Fan Moya with respect in his eyes.

"It's Mo Ya's job to be able to share the worries of the king." Fan Moya performed the lotus ceremony and said humbly, looking like a good king, sage and minister.

Han Qing was left out in the cold, and his mouth twisted in taste.

Bei Hanmo turned his head and saw Han Qing, and immediately changed his eagerness, returning to his usual ice face, and ordered firmly: "Han Qing quickly show Muyun's military defense formation map."

Han Qing was unmoved at all, and his expression was the usual rebelliousness.

"Why don't you present the picture?" Beihan Mokong waited for him for a long time, but when he deliberately put on airs towards him, anger immediately filled his eagle eyes.

"No picture." Han Qing replied coldly.

"You didn't plan to make me wait here!" Bei Hanmo immediately became furious and said with a frown.

"I don't have a picture, because the picture is in my head." Seeing Bei Hanmo's loss of composure, Han Qing said jokingly while crossing his sleeves.

"You..." Bei Hanmo's anger was immediately suppressed.

"Draw the picture." Bei Hanmo swallowed his anger and said coldly.

Han Qing walked to the desk, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and raised his hand to write on the white paper, writing like a god.

However, in the middle of the painting, Han Qing suddenly stopped the brush, and Bei Hanmo looked at him in puzzlement.

Han Qing looked at him slyly with long eyes, and said with a smile: "The other half was just forgotten by you."

"..." This doesn't look like it's forgotten, anyway, Bei Hanmo's ten toes don't believe it.

"How do you think about it?" Bei Hanmo looked at it intriguingly, that handsome and arrogant face.

"Oh, I got this picture. I traveled all the way, day and night. I just wanted to tell the king the news quickly. I endured hunger and hunger to enter the palace. Until now, I didn't even bother to drink a sip of water."

Han Qing raised her slender eyebrows, touched her undigested stomach, and looked at Beihanmo resentfully.

Fan Moya stood on the side, but smiled and said nothing, not exposing Han Qing's lies.

Han Qing had indeed hurried back to Chang'an City before, but when he entered the city, he suddenly slowed down and dragged him to the inn first, where he ate a feast and took a comfortable hot bath.

Han Qing once warned him not to wash his face, but to wear this old clothes to meet Bei Hanmo.

On the way into the palace, Han Qing continued to burp and drank a lot of water before suppressing it.

Bei Hanmo poured him a cup of hot tea with a stinky face, placed it loudly in front of Han Qing, and raised his voice to call the maid to prepare dinner.

Han Qing stared at the half-filled cup of tea, and said sadly, "Your Majesty, you don't seem to want me to think about it."

Bei Hanmo was caught by him, looked at Han Qing's contrived face, gritted his teeth, and lifted the teapot to fill him with tea.

"Forget it, I think my stupid head can't remember it today, or I can think about it later, but I have to trouble the king to wait a little longer." Han Qing rubbed her temples in distress, and took two steps towards the door. Turning back and saying goodbye innocently.

"Han Qing!" Bei Hanmo yelled angrily, with blue veins popping on his broad forehead.

Han Qing stopped, turned around and smiled and comforted: "My lord, don't worry, even with Muyun's defense formation plan, we will not be able to attack Muyun for a while.

What's more, whether the information on the military defense formation map corresponds to the real situation of Muyun, we still have to send someone to find out the truth.

Before that, we have to go out to the country of Ran, a stumbling block, so that we won't be attacked by enemies, and we can attack Muyun with confidence. "

"Jianran country is easy to defend and difficult to attack, how can it be attacked?" Bei Hanmo said sarcastically after being cooled down by the fever he said.

"I will let the king attack the next Ran country on the [-]th." Han Qing threw out the bait arrogantly.

"On the [-]th, the son-in-law is just dreaming." Bei Hanmo simply turned around and dared not dare Han Qing this time.

"Ruo, I said I found a way to go around Ran."

Han Qing said behind his back, Bei Hanmo's footsteps stopped, and surprise flooded into his cold eyes, but he didn't want to make Han Qing too complacent, so he turned around restrainedly, and said coldly: "How to attack?"

"I have given the king a reason to send troops. Not only can we attack Jianran country openly, but he will also take the initiative to let our soldiers go in."

Han Qing's slender eyes shone brightly, and he spoke confidently to the two present.

Fan Moya looked at Han Qing's unrestrained brilliance, his eyes were hot and infatuated.

"Let our soldiers go in..." Bei Hanmo felt a little unbelievable, and couldn't help but say this sentence in his mouth, but he believed that Han Qing would definitely be able to complete it.

Han Qing walked to the desk, crumpled up the half-drawn drawings and threw them on the ground. Bei Hanmo hurriedly picked them up.

Han Qing said with a smile: "My lord, the things in Han Qing's mind will never be forgotten. I can draw a hundred or a thousand pictures if you want."

Still holding the blueprint, Bei Hanmo said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, and tell me your plan in detail."

Han Qing didn't continue to tease him, she possessed herself on the white paper, drew a square frame, and explained: "At that time, in the name of the shaman and me, let Princess Jing lead [-] soldiers and horses, and use the way to enter the room. , take us home."

"I lead a large team of soldiers around the jungle." Han Qing drew an arrow in the box and an arc outside, and the two lines converged at an end point.

Then he drew a third arrow, cut off the arrow in the box, and explained: "We sent a group of troops pretending to be people from Jian Ran to attack our returning troops.

Then open the gate of the city, let the people I brought openly, attack Jianran Kingdom, and go to them to settle accounts. "

Han Qing fixed the brush firmly in the middle of the square frame, and Bei Hanmo's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had seen the Beihan flag erected high on the city wall of Jianran Kingdom.

"Han Qing, you go back to rectify and rest. After three days, you lead your troops to the maze jungle and do as you say." Bei Hanmo said with great ambition in his eyes.

"No, tomorrow I will lead my troops into the jungle." Han Qing let go of the brush and said.

"Okay..." The corners of Bei Hanmo's cold lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.

"Jing'er, wait for you outside the palace gate, call her in and let's have dinner together. Han Qing, I actually don't like it..." Bei Hanmo said in a rare kind tone, those cold and sharp eyes showed infinite enthusiasm. tenderness.

Han Qing smiled and raised her hand to stop the words behind him, and she refused bluntly, "I'll leave it to you to eat by yourself. I'm going to find Beihanjing."

Han Qing lifted up the braid hanging on her chest, flung it behind her in a chic way, and walked away triumphantly.

"You..." Beihanmo finally softened his attitude and wanted to show his favor to Han Qing, but Han Qing trampled on him so hard that he couldn't say a word in anger.

This person Han Qing gave him a good face, just put his nose on his face, Bei Hanmo thought in embarrassment.

All civil and military officials knew that the only person in Beihan who could annoy King Bingshan was this arrogant son-in-law.

On this night in May, the north carried the last trace of winter chill.When Bei Hanjing heard that Han Qing had entered the palace to meet her elder brother, she immediately rushed into the palace and stood outside the gate of Zhuopu Palace waiting for a long time.

As soon as Han Qing went out, she saw her tall figure standing out from the crowd under the bright moon. She was still dressed in a bearded man, with a thick black ponytail, and she was full of vitality under the hair crown.

He stood on the steps, condescendingly looking down at her thin cheeks.

"Han Qing..." Bei Hanjing's not-so-soft face caught him, and immediately burst into infinite enthusiasm and warmth, like a bright sunflower.

Bei Hanjing made two cloths in three steps, rushed up the steps, hugged Han Qing tightly, and gnawed his lips roughly with her thick mouth, which was as unattractive as gnawing a pig's trotter.

Han Qing was breathless after being kissed by her, and felt that his bones were about to be crushed by her enthusiasm, but strangely, he didn't hate it.

Probably, the only person he doesn't hate in Beihan is her...

Bei Hanjing looked at the dizzy Han Qing who was being kissed in her arms, grinned her white teeth, put her arms around his thin waist, and said happily: "Beauty welcomes you home."

When Han Qing heard the word "home", a very complicated emotion surged in his heart. He heard Bei Hanjing shout anxiously: "Beauty, why are you crying? Who bullied you."

"You fool..." Han Qing beat and scolded her thick chest with an unconscious cry.

However, Bei Hanjing felt that the strength was as weak as an ant scratching an itch.

"Come on, let's go home for dinner, I'm starving to death." Bei Hanjing hugged Han Qing with both hands, and walked out of the palace.

"it is good……"

After a while, Han Qing cried out, struggling to escape from her embrace.

"Hey, Beihanjing, you let me down, I'm so embarrassing..."

The touch in Han Qing's heart was immediately wiped out by her actions, and she thought: I should divorce you, a mother-in-law who only has brute force and no brains.

"Don't let me go, I won't let you go for the rest of my life." Bei Hanjing said with a silly smile.

"Bei Hanjing, let me tell you that if you don't let me down, I won't talk to you anymore." Han Qing didn't want his heroic appearance to be disillusioned in front of everyone, and threatened very angrily.

"Then I'll hug you until you're willing to talk to me..."

It's a pity that all his threats are playing the piano against the cow. Tonight, his handsome and heroic appearance is destined to be infinitely destroyed by his own wife.

Under the moonlight, their flirting voices became farther and farther away.

Fan Moya stood where Han Qing was just now, looking at Han Qing's unknowingly pure smile, his cold silver pupils narrowed more and more, revealing a dangerous aura of jealousy.