right after

The setting sun slowly fell into the horizon, and there were a few sunset glows inlaid with golden and red edges left in the sky.

In the northern cold country, the vermilion gate of the son-in-law's mansion has been open for a long time to welcome the male master.

"Beauty, why haven't you arrived yet?"

The sky was getting dark and the temperature was getting colder. Beihanjing stood tall and tall at the gate, like a tall husband-wife tree, looking forward to her lover.

When Hongxiu saw her, Pan Lang was so eager that he didn't even bother to sit in a chair. He put a cloak on his arm and tied it to her shoulders, and said with concern: "Sister Jing, you are pregnant with Liujia, and you have been standing for half an hour. Don't get tired. Just sit down and rest."

Bei Hanjing's eyes didn't leave the intersection, she waved her hands indifferently, turned her head to look at Hong Xiu, and said bluntly: "Our Beihan women are not like your southern women, they are made of water.

We women are still doing farm work right before giving birth, and then working immediately after giving birth. Let alone stand here for a few minutes, let me go to fight a war.

Hey, it seems that the carriage is coming. "

As soon as Bei Hanjing finished speaking, a series of black mysterious carriages drove slowly in the thin darkness of night, but they stopped far away at the end of the intersection, and they didn't come in for a long time.

The carriage shook violently, as if someone was fighting inside, but the night became the best protective color.

After a while, the movement in the carriage slowly subsided.

Beihanjing and Hongxiu looked at each other suspiciously, neither of them was sure whether the person inside was Han Qing.

After about a quarter of an hour, it was completely dark, and a lamp was lit at the gate of the consort's mansion.

The carriage parked at the intersection, with a lotus glazed lamp hung in front of the carriage, began to roll its wheels again, heading towards the consort's mansion, and finally stopped in front of Hongxiu and Beihanjing.

The heavy car curtain was pushed aside by a pair of slender hands, and Han Qing poked his head out from inside the darkly lit carriage, against the background of the splendor, his fine eyes were full of spring, and the flowing waves were as delicate as water.

The scars on his face faded a lot at some point, and his skin became whiter, tenderer, and much finer.

Bei Hanjing was slightly surprised. In her impression, beauties are always rough, and their eyes are bloodthirsty like wolves, which is admirable.

However, the behavior of Han Qing in front of her was unspeakably coquettish, as if she was like a petite pet in a man's arms.

"Ah Qing, remember what I said to you." Before Han Qing got off the carriage, a man's deep and magnetic voice came from inside the carriage.

"Understood." Han Qing turned her head and replied impatiently, like a beautiful woman going out, annoyed at home and babbling to her husband.

Inside the carriage, Fan Moya laughed hoarsely.

"Beauty, welcome back." Bei Hanjing didn't think too much, and hurried forward to help him get off the carriage.

When Han Qing saw Bei Hanjing's silly smile, the smile had just risen on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly an uncontrollable disgust appeared in his heart.

The corner of Han Qing's raised mouth fell down alive, and her thin eyes moved away from her face in disgust.

He took her hand with displeasure on his face, and stepped out of the carriage hypocritically like a queen mother.

"Thank you, Prime Minister Wu personally went to Muyun to rescue the son-in-law. I will definitely give you a generous gift." Bei Hanjing took Han Qing and said gratefully to Fan Moya who was in the carriage with cupped fists and respect.

"Hehe, princess, you are being polite. I don't need this gift. I have already asked for it from the son-in-law. The princess must protect the son-in-law this time."

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Moya smelled the strong smell of desire in the carriage that had not dissipated, rubbed the warm touch left by his fingertips, and his deep voice came out meaningfully through the black curtain.

Bei Hanjing seemed to be a stupid cow just born, standing upright in front of the ferocious tiger, she didn't understand the meaning of his words, thought he was joking, and thanked with a warm smile:

"Hahaha, it will definitely not happen this time. This time the witch has worked so hard to send the beauty back, so I won't be sending you off slowly. Remember to come to my house as a guest when you have time."

The corner of Fan Moya's mouth slowly curled into a sarcasm, and he shook his head helplessly, saying that it was up to Bei Hanjing to see if he had the ability to resist.

"Ah Qing, I'm leaving." Fan Moya said goodbye to Han Qing who was outside the carriage.

Han Qing rolled her eyes at this rambunctious man, and perfunctorily urged her away, "Got it, let's go."

Fan Moya helplessly smiled dotingly, this Han Qing was pitifully begging for mercy in his arms a moment ago, but he didn't expect that in the next moment, when he put on clothes, he would be so presumptuous that he was ignored.

It seems that he should be more obedient in bed at night.

Fan Moya thought about the night life at night, and said to the groom: "Let's go."

Everyone stared at the black carriage, which drove away slowly in the dark night and disappeared from sight.

"Beauty, why did the scar on your face fade away? Is the shaman treating you?" Bei Hanjing looked at the bright light and found that the scar on his face was indeed not as ferocious as before, so she asked with concern.

Han Qing glanced at her proudly when she heard the words like a flower and a peacock.

"Why can't the scar on my face fade away?" Han Qing asked provocatively with her slender eyebrows furrowed unkindly, her slender eyes were filled with unspoken resentment like a woman's.

"No, it's good if it's lightened, it looks good when it's lightened, my beauty looks good no matter what." Bei Hanjing praised quickly, and Han Qing snorted proudly and disdainfully.

The group turned around and entered the son-in-law's mansion. Han Qing slowly approached the familiar place, feeling a sense of intimacy spontaneously, and couldn't help closing his eyes and stretching out his hands to hug.

When she opened her eyes, the coquettishness in her narrow pupils gradually receded, and the domineering spirit returned to her face, and she regained her previous cold-blooded state.

However, Han Qing didn't know about her changes.

Hong Xiu followed behind the two of them, silently observing the words and deeds of Han Qing and Qian Panruo, frowning slightly and asking: "Master, you didn't hate Mr. Wu Xiang very much before, why did you come back to be intimate this time?" A lot."

Han Qing frowned slightly, squinted her eyes, and tried to think about it, but she really couldn't figure out why she didn't hate Fan Moya anymore, what the hell.

With Bei Hanjing at the side, she replied as a matter of course: "My lord, Prime Minister Wu, has a calm temper, and he has saved the beauties twice, so the relationship between the two of them is naturally close."

"How is Murong Bai?" Han Qing lazily thought about Fan Moya, thinking of how hard he went to Muyun to scoop up people, was unfortunately arrested, and was poisoned and bullied by Xiao Jingyu, he always held a grudge in his heart.

"I put him in the courtyard. After he came to Beihan, he didn't talk much, but asked many times if you were back?" Beihanjing told Han Qing honestly.

"Forget it, it's getting dark, I'll look for him tomorrow." Han Qing saw that the sky was dark, and the moon had already climbed up the mountain, so he gave up the idea of ​​looking for him.

In the dead of night, a beautiful figure dressed in a light red tube top Hanfu, gracefully entered Han Qing's door.

Hongxiu stepped into a thin foot first, hid half of her beautiful face behind the door, and said jujubely: "Sister Jing, let me accompany you tonight."

Han Qing was lying on the bed reading the military book, and when he heard the door being pushed open, he glanced at it and remained silent.

Hong Xiu approached the bed with ease, took off the embroidered shoes, placed them neatly in front of the bed, and climbed onto the bed weakly.

Hongxiu leaned against him and lay on his chest. Han Qing glanced at the woman in his arms, and for some reason, a strange disgust surged up in his heart. He frowned slightly, and shook his shoulders to stop her from leaning on.

The red sleeve was shaken away by him, seeing that he did not hold her shoulders as usual, but kept staring at the book of war, so he grabbed the book of war in Han Qing's hand resentfully, hid it behind him, pursed his red lips and said: "Master, the book of war Is it prettier than Hongxiu?"

If Han Qing had put down her military strategy in the past, she raised her melon-seeded face lightly, and said with an evil smile: "The beauty wants me to love you?"

As long as Hongxiu is reserved and coquettish a few times, Han Qing will obediently take the bait, and the two go to Yunyu together.

However, today, Han Qing tilted her head and looked at her coldly. She was pretentious and kept silent.

Hongxiu kissed her close to her body, tried her best to please Han Qing, and aroused his desire.

"Don't touch me, give me back the book of war." Seeing her shoddy means of pleasing, Han Qing pushed away her delicate body like a leech, asking for the book of war impatiently.

"Master, but Qi Hongxiu didn't send you away last time?" Hongxiu leaned forward, rubbed Han Qing's chest ambiguously, blinked, and said pitifully.

"I'm not angry with you. I'm not interested in doing that. Give me the book of war." Han Qing's eyes were cold and indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to beg for it forcefully.

Hong Xiu thought that he wanted to play hard-to-get tricks with her, held up the book of war, stuffed it into her chest, and said fieryly, "Master, come and get it."

Han Qing's narrow eyes stared at her water snake's waist obsessively, stretching all the way to Macro's chest and couldn't move her eyes away, but her heart was furious, and she thought angrily: I didn't expect this woman to be so ignorant.

Han Qing didn't realize that he was so contradictory, hating women on the one hand, but being attracted to them uncontrollably.

Just as Han Qing stretched out his hand to bring back the book of war, Hongxiu suddenly leaned back instantly, avoiding him, shook the book of war on his full chest, like a graceful snake, and seduced with a smile: "Master, Are you coming to get it?"

Han Qing stared at the snow-white and full breasts carefully, her head became hot, she secretly swallowed her saliva, Hongxiu couldn't help snickering, she knew that Han Qing must be prudish.

Han Qing's fiery lust overwhelmed her heart, and her disgust became stronger and stronger, and she took the initiative to press her body, with evil spirits on her handsome face, and said flirtatiously: "Little fairy, you must squeeze the master dry."

Amidst the lightning, the room was full of enthusiasm, and Han Qing worked hard on the white soil.

Suddenly, Han Qing's brain hurts, and his eyes are instantly dark. When he opened his eyes again, the white cheeks of the fleshy beauty under her body began to rot instantly, and fat white gnats wriggled out of the flesh .

Han Qing's fiery desire was instantly quenched by cold water, and when he saw the evil spirit opening his bloody mouth, he immediately rolled out of bed in fright, hugged the bedpost weakly, and shouted: "Evil spirit, don't come near me. "

"Master, what's the matter with you." Hongxiu was in the sea of ​​lust, just about to kiss Han Qing, when he saw that he immediately pushed her away in fright, rolled out of the bed, and hurriedly chased him out of bed and asked.

"Evil ghost, stay away from me..." Seeing the rotten female ghost approaching him and trying to kill him by sucking Yang Qi, Han Qing grabbed the teacup and threw it at Hongxiu in fright.

Hongxiu's forehead was swollen by him forcefully, looking at the pieces of porcelain that fell to the ground and shattered, he covered his forehead with grinning teeth, and asked with concern: "Grandpa, what evil spirit, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, get out, get out..." Han Qing grabbed the chair leg and threw it at the female ghost, terrified.

Seeing that the female ghost lost her head and approached him alive, he was so frightened that her whole body went limp and her face turned pale.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Hong Xiu avoided the chair opened by the attack, knelt down, and asked, crying aggrievedly.

"Whoa, don't eat me..."

Han Qing saw the female ghost with sharp eyes, a head grew out of her neck again, she opened her black mouth, and smiled slyly at him.

He had never seen such a scene in his life, and he was so frightened that tears came out.

Han Qing saw that there was nothing to attack around him, and there was a wall behind him, and there was no way to escape, so he immediately fell into despair.

Bei Hanjing heard a huge commotion coming from Han Qing's room, so she hurried over to check the commotion with Xiao Xiong.

"Sister Jing, Lord, for some reason, she suddenly attacked me and called me an evil spirit, woo woo woo..." Hong Xiu dared to squat down, her face was scratched by Han Qing, and she cried pitifully to Bei Hanjing.

"Evil ghost, stay away from me..." Han Qing hid behind the bed tremblingly, stuck out one eye nervously, and cautiously checked the situation.