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The yellow sand is long, and the cold wind is bitter. The winter wind outside the Great Wall is not like the land of the Central Plains. It is as cold as a big knife, slashing across the world, splitting any living things.

A long riding team, guarding the black carriage in the middle, walked with difficulty in the strong wind. The cold and violent wind made the horses unable to open their eyes. The riders were wrapped in thick sheepskin coats, and their faces were hidden in the wide In a fur hat.

This black carriage has a very solemn appearance, only the dark red mysterious patterns are carved on the corners, it is strange how it can be destroyed by the wind, like a person sitting on a stool, motionless in the winter wind.

The people in the carriage were Princess Beihan Jing and Concubine Han Qing. The purpose of this trip was to celebrate Xiao Jingyu's birthday at the Muyun Palace as a defeated country.

Inside the carriage, it was very quiet at the moment. Princess Bei Hanjing was lying in the carriage snoring like thunder.

The son-in-law, Han Qing, sat quietly sideways, with half of his face hidden in the darkness, and half of his face exposed to the light of the night pearl.

The soft brilliance of the luminous pearl traced his profile, casting a silhouette with distinct features on the wall.

Han Qing stared at the thin-necked black porcelain bottle pinched between her fingertips, and her thoughts went back to the night before departure.

That night was very dark, with only a few dim stars in the sky, and the dim moonlight, pouring down on the majestic and tall princess mansion, an uninvited guest swept the night and came slowly stepping on the lotus.

In the Princess Mansion, in the Wanqing Pavilion, the lights are like beans, and the dark candles illuminate the two men who are standing one by one and lying down in the hall.

"My son-in-law is going to Muyun. Your Majesty asked me to give you this water. It is called real water. It is scentless, colorless, and tasteless. It is poured into wine and can kill people as if they were too indulgent.

Remember that seven days in a row should not be too much. If it happens, you will be under one person and above ten thousand people. "After speaking, the man in black witch robe took out a thin-necked black porcelain bottle from his wide sleeves, and handed it to the lazy son-in-law on the reclining chair.

Han Qing was lying on the chair arrogantly, indifferent, with her legs crossed, and she didn't intend to take it, and she didn't even lift her eyelids.

The air was silent for a long time, with an awkward silence.

"Han Concubine, but I dare not!" The man leaned over and approached him, his two black hair hanging slightly swaying in the air as he walked, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely upright and handsome, and there was a faint evil spirit flowing between his brows.

"Oh, I, Han Qing, have no reason to be afraid." Han Qing lay on the chair and snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Then please take it with your son-in-law, so that Mo Ya can explain it to the emperor." Fan Moya sent the thin-mouthed porcelain bottle forward again, the black ones against the bony fingers, making them look very fair.

"It's not that I'm embarrassing Prime Minister Wu. You only talk about winning but not losing. How dare Han Qing accept it." Han Qing stretched out his hand to resist the trend of the porcelain bottle being handed over, raised his eyelids and shot a sharp sight with a solid arrow.

"Your Majesty, I believe in Concubine Han's ability. This matter is up to you. Only you, I, and Your Majesty know. I believe that even if you fail, you will not expose Beihan, so naturally you will not be threatened with your life."

Fan Moya tightly wrapped Han Qing's palm, smiled and handed the thin-necked porcelain vase to his palm, and said with a smile.

There was a trace of anger in Han Qing's slender eyes, and she took the porcelain bottle unwillingly.He cursed bitterly in his heart: Well, Beihanmo, you are not polite to borrow a knife to kill people, and you are not afraid of your own sister being a widow.

Bei Hanmo didn't know why, everything didn't go well with Han Qing, and Han Qing didn't like that ice cube face either.

"Han Concubine, Mo Ya hereby wishes you success in advance." Fan Moya slowly let go of his hand, then took out a white porcelain bottle from his bosom, and stood it by Han Qing's right hand.

Then he said: "This medicine, called Snow Flower Cream, was specially refined by Mo Yahua for three days and three nights. It is a holy product for disinfecting and stopping bleeding, removing putrefaction and regenerating muscles. The scars on Consort Han's face may leave scars if left untreated. , will be infected and die.”

On Han Qing's face, there was a deep scar that had turned pale, and the festering could not be stopped even after sprinkled with medicine powder. It looked very terrifying and hideous.

Han Qing didn't appreciate it. He lifted up his robe domineeringly, got up from the reclining chair, and greeted the maid to see the guests off: "I am happy to have a scar. Take back your things and see the guests off with red sleeves."

"Han Qing!" Mo Ya looked at Han Qing's leaving back, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, with deep anger in his words.

Han Qing quickly clasped Mo Ya's wrist with his backhand, pressed against his lifeblood, and said coldly: "You know that I hate the most in my life. People force me to do things I don't like, get out!" Then she turned around and slapped him on the chest Go up, forcing Fan Moya back several steps.

"Master Wuxiang, please leave." A woman in red clothes appeared silently in the darkness, picked up the holy medicine for healing on the table, threw it into Mo Ya's arms, and said ruthlessly.

Inside the carriage, Bei Hanjing spoke a few vague words in sleep, which brought him back to put away the porcelain bottle carefully.

Han Qing has always been disgusted with Mu Yunguo.His father, Han Ze, the God of War of the Fengqing Kingdom, was secretly escorted to Muyun as a hostage, making his family pay the price of life and death, to preserve the dying Fengqing Kingdom, every last bit of time.

Han Qing touched the porcelain vase in his bosom, and secretly said with a ferocious face: You, Emperor Dog, have caused all this, and I will make you pay the price.

Outside the carriage, a soldier's voice suddenly came to mind, he interrupted his hatred and said: "I tell the princess and the son-in-law, there is another inn ahead, do you want to rectify and rest in front?"

"Yes." Han Qing replied in a deep voice.

"Get up, get up!" Han Qing pushed impatiently, and Bei Hanjing, who was sleeping like a dead pig, yelled irritably.There is nothing worse than marrying a man-in-law.

"Well, is it Muyun?" Bei Hanjing rubbed her face in confusion, sat up and asked Han Qing who was wearing a mask.

"No." Han Qing didn't want to take another look at Bei Hanjing, so she dropped the words coldly, pushed open the sedan door, and jumped out of the carriage nimbly.

"Wait for me." Bei Hanjing, who had long been accustomed to Han Qing's sarcastic remarks, put her hair back in a random mess and followed her like a dog.

"Princess, the son-in-law is too much. He always disrespects you in public, and even raised that vixen with red sleeves to fight against you." Xiaoxiong saw her princess get off the carriage, staring at the bulletin board outside the inn, staying for a short time. Han Qing was filled with righteous indignation again.

"Calm down, calm down, the beauty has a bit of a temper, which can be forgiven, anyway, the beauty's woman is my woman." Bei Hanjing moved her hands and feet, looked at Han Qing who left him far behind, and rubbed the maid's face with a smirk. The hair comforted the maid.

"There are many warriors in Beihan, why did you choose him? Princess, you know how to spoil him. I don't think he is nothing without you." Xiaoxiong didn't like Han Qing from the first time she saw him. The eyes are as long as the sky, and they use their nostrils to see people.

"General, please slow down. The poor Taoist has a predestined relationship with the benefactor, and I have a gift!" Han Qing was hungry and wanted to enter the inn when he was stopped suddenly. He turned around and saw an old Taoist priest in shabby clothes, with white beard and hair, and a mole around his eye. , could not help squinting.

"What's the matter?" Han Qing glanced at him and asked coldly impatiently.

"I see black air hovering over the general's brows, and I fear disaster will come." The Taoist said, not afraid of seeing Han Qing's terrifying and evil mask, stroking his gray beard kindly.

"I'm wearing a mask, and you can see the dark air on my brows. You are considered a god, but tell me, what kind of disaster am I?"

Han Qing raised his eyebrows under the mask, pulled out the dagger at his waist and twirled it in his hand, and asked with a smile, this nonsense old Taoist priest.

"The secret must not be leaked, the old Taoist can only tell you that the place where the general committed the robbery is in the palace.

If you clashed with that imperial city, once you enter in this life, you will be imprisoned, unless there are noble people to help.I would like to advise the general again, the murderous aura on your body is too heavy.If you follow evil ways and crooked ways, you may suffer bad consequences, and you will definitely betray your relatives and expose your corpses in the wilderness. Only you can spend money to prevent disasters now. "

"Thank you so much for your kind words!" Han Qing took out the silver taels from his bosom, handed them to the old Taoist, stroked the calluses of his fingers, and said with a smile on his lips.

"I'll use my money to repair blessings for the general." Seeing that the money was in hand, the Taoist happily accepted the money, but just as he turned around, he was suddenly stabbed in the neck.

"Why didn't you figure out that you would have this difficulty?" Han Qing looked at the Taoist priest clutching his neck and fell to the ground in shock, and quickly pulled out the scimitar, asking with a wicked smile.

As soon as Bei Hanjing walked in, she saw Han Qing killing people. She hurriedly supported the old man who had fallen, and asked nervously, "Old man, how are you? Hurry up and bandage his chest!"

"That's all, my life is like this, I can't persuade people to be kind. Benefactor, he is the lone star of the devil, if you don't leave him, you will be killed eventually!" The old Taoist looked at Bei Hanjing who wanted to save him, shook his head and persuaded with pity After finishing, he swallowed his breath.

Han Qing leaned against the door coldly, looking at Bei Hanjing's futility in saving the old man, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "Do you know who he is?"

Bei Hanjing felt a little angry. He felt that Han Qing had gone too far. Regardless of whether this old man was a liar or not, how could he kill ordinary people indiscriminately.

"Before you lose your heart next time, you might as well take a look at the bulletin board next to the inn, what's posted?" Han Qing was too lazy to talk to the idiot, and went into the inn for dinner.

Bei Hanjing walked to the bulletin board suspiciously, and saw that there was a middle-aged murderer's head portrait posted on it, with a beardless face, a scar on the mouth, and a mark next to the eye.

As stated above, the murderer was a bandit who knew how to use his legs and feet, and killed many innocent passers-by. His appearance and outline were somewhat similar to that of an old man, especially the mole next to his eye.

Bei Hanjing squatted down, looked at the old man carefully, and suddenly found that the corner of the beard was a little raised, and she tore it off suspiciously, and there was a scar exactly like the one in the picture hidden underneath.

Bei Hanjing pulled the old man's hair, and the wig came off. It looked exactly like the picture. She finally spread his hand again and found that it was a martial artist's hand. It really matched the words one by one. She couldn't help but admire Han Qing Careful, ordinary passers-by who would pay attention?