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Inside Zuixian Tower, Xiao Jingyu's sudden words made Han Qing turn pale with shock.

"You're talking nonsense. The Holy Son is treating my illness. It's you who poisoned me with prostitution. It makes me feel so miserable every night that I find a man to solve my damned desire."

Han Qing grabbed Xiao Jingyu's neck, the veins on his face were throbbing, and there was hatred in his eyes.

"I've never given you any obscene drugs..." Xiao Jingyu said calmly with a complicated expression.

"No, it's impossible, it wasn't you who poisoned me. I burn myself *every night, what's going on?" Han Qing covered her aching head, collapsed and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Han Qing, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Jingyu didn't expect such a sudden change in Han Qing, so he hurried forward to hold him in his arms, pinched him to wake him up, and asked with concern.

Han Qing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of indifference and bloodthirsty, seeing the old enemy in front of him, his expression changed drastically, he grabbed Xiao Jingyu's neck, and his strength gradually increased.

"Xiao Jingyu, you really came to Beihan, you are so courageous, I will tell you whether you will come back or not!" Han Qing turned over and pressed Xiao Jingyu, pulled out the dark dart from his waist, and immediately pierced his neck.

Xiao Jingyu shackled Han Qing's wrists, twisted his waist vigorously, and pressed Han Qing under him. Seeing his familiar expression of desperately desperate, he frowned suspiciously.

"Xiao Jingyu, you'd better hand over the antidote to the forbidden power obediently, or I'll make you unable to take it and walk around." Han Qing grabbed his wrist and threatened without admitting defeat.

"You have already said this. I told you that the antidote will be given to you..." Xiao Jingyu looked at Han Qing meaningfully and said.

Han Qing was puzzled with question marks on his face. When did he say this, but seeing Xiao Jingyu's appearance, he thought to himself: Am I going crazy again.

"Then take out the antidote!" Han Qing demanded, raising her eyebrows.

"I can give you the antidote, but the premise is that we first jointly drive the Black Lotus Son from the altar." Xiao Jingyu said cautiously and tentatively.

"No problem, I've wanted to kill that scum for a long time." Han Qing said through gritted teeth, remembering that he was threatened to sacrifice his life for seeking the cure, and remembering that the scars on his face were erased by him deliberately using the medicine.

With this completely different attitude and tone, Xiao Jingyu showed an interesting smile on his handsome face.

Xiao Jingyu let go of Han Qing, took out half of the antidote from his bosom, held it up in front of Han Qing and said, "This is half of the antidote for Jin Gong San. After it is done, I will give you the other half."

"Say, how do you plan to kill him?" Han Qing stood up and patted the dust on his robe, sat down, poured a sip of wine and asked with interest.

"As long as the son-in-law asks Fan Moya out of the city, then I will naturally have a way to make him go and never return." Xiao Jingyu said as he handed the antidote to Han Qing.

"Deal, I will ask him to come out to the entrance of Jinshui Temple at noon tomorrow alone. Remember to be straightforward and don't leave a living." Han Qing took the elixir and swallowed it, and betrayed Fan Moya without hesitation. Try to detoxify yourself.

However, how could Han Qing forget the evil things he did that night.

Seeing Xiao Jingyu sitting down again, Han Qing was drinking with affection, pondered for a while, with her fingernails on the bottom of the cup, and asked guiltily, "Yan'er, how are you?"

"She... is fine." Thinking of her, Xiao Jingyu felt a pain in his heart, paused slightly, and lied.

Han Qing nodded, calmed down a little, put down the glass of wine, stood up from his seat, and didn't want to stay longer.

Xiao Jingyu stopped him and said, "Han Qing..."

Han Qing looked back at his sharp profile, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Xiao Jingyu lowered his head, and reminded him a little uncomfortably, "Be careful of Fan Moya."

Han Qing looked away inexplicably, and continued to leave with her steps, thinking about the meaning of his words.

Why should Fan Moya be afraid?

At noon on the second day, Han Qing was lazily lying on the chair, enjoying the sunbath.

Slender Eyes glanced aside from the book of war from time to time, and stepped forward to Yehehua. While supervising Yehehua's martial arts training, he knocked on the table and thought absently: I don't know if Xiao Jingyu's men have succeeded.

Han Qing just stood up and wanted to send someone to Shengzi's Mansion to inquire about the news, when suddenly the dazzling sunlight in front of her eyes dimmed.

He sensitively smelled a strong smell of blood rapidly spreading in the air, and the metal sound of swords rubbing against the rough ground stimulated the eardrums gradually approaching.

"I really underestimated your ruthlessness." The man's huge coercion came from behind, making the hair stand on end.

Ye Hehua instinctively sensed the danger, and looked at the person who was coming. It was a tall man with extremely handsome facial features, his eyes were as red as blood, with a dry killing intent, and his jet-black hair was messily scattered on the ground. On the shoulder, dripping with blood.

His black witch robe was covered with scars cut by swords, and blood flowed from under his large black forged cotton boots all the way to Han Qing's feet.

Ye Hehua drew out the long sword at his waist, ran to Han Qing's side with a look of wariness, and stood in front of him to confront the visitor.

"Who are you?" Ye Hehua swallowed nervously, pointed at Fan Moya with a knife.

Fan Moya didn't look at Ye Hehua, and continued to approach Han Qing. Ye Hehua raised his sword and stepped back a few steps in fear.

"They were sent by you."

Fan Moya spit out blood suddenly, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. With a straight body, he knelt down on the ground exhausted, with Cannian supporting his broken body, he came to this person and asked unwillingly.

"Oh, Master Wu Xiang, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qing turned around slowly, his face was still extremely magnificent, like a seductive goblin, looking up and down with fine eyes, Fan Moya's serious injury, pretending to be surprised, showing a sad expression, covered his mouth and approached with concern and said.

"puff……"

Fan Moya spat out another mouthful of blood, Han Qing squatted down to support him, and asked with a coquettish expression on his heroic brows, "Master Wu, who hurt you?"

"Hehehehe..." Seeing that there was no trace of guilt in his eyes, Fan Moya lowered his head and smiled sadly. His salty tears fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Mo Ya, why are you crying? Come and tell my brother who bullied you, and I will avenge you." Han Qing stroked Fan Moya's wet hair, and said softly to his brother who was two years younger than him, pretending to be a good person.

"If you are half as good as Ah Qing, I'd be willing to die." Fan Moya struggled to stand up but failed one after another.

"Ah Qing, who is it?" Han Qing held his hand and asked with real doubt in her thin eyes.

"Come here and I'll tell you." Fan Moya raised his head and said seductively. Han Qing cautiously approached him to inquire, but Fan Moya suddenly grabbed his hair and fiercely demanded a passionate kiss.

“我永远不会告诉你……哈哈……”樊墨涯在韩卿暴动揍人前，主动推开韩卿，伸出舌头暧昧地舔了舔自己的唇角。

Those blood-red pupils reflected Han Qing's face whose scars were about to disappear, and his thin lips evoked a smug smile.

Where did Han Qing think that Fan Moya dared to play hooligans in broad daylight, and was about to rush up to beat someone.

Because seeing Bei Hanjing and the others rushing over after hearing the news, they helplessly put down their fists that were about to be beaten, and seeing his rogue-like appearance, he wished to hit him.

What is he hiding from himself? Han Qing licked his injured and bleeding lips, and frowned slightly.

Ye Hehua witnessed the imperial brother-in-law being kissed forcibly with his own eyes, and he became more and more incomprehensible.

"Master Wu, I heard from my servant that you were seriously injured. What's the matter?" Bei Hanjing squatted down with difficulty on her growing belly, helped Fan Moya who had fallen to the ground, and asked with concern.

"Heh, it was just hurt by a disobedient wild cat that broke the appointment." With the support of everyone, Fan Moya raised his eyes again, the red pupils had faded, and the silver eyes glanced at Han Qing meaningfully.

Bei Hanjing followed his gaze and looked at Han Qing, whose lips were bleeding from skin, with a puzzled face.

"Do you need the son-in-law's mansion to arrest people?" Although Bei Hanjing is not as smart as Han Qing, she will not foolishly think that it was really a wild cat that hurt Hei Jingzi.

"No, I'll teach you well later on." Fan Moya slowly withdrew his gaze from Han Qing's pent-up resentment, lowered his head and curled up his thin lips and said unkindly.

"Ah Qing, take me back." Fan Moya ordered in a bad mood.

Han Qing obediently stepped forward to support him, there was no trace of arrogance on her face, she was even more obedient than a rabbit.

Bei Hanjing told Han Qing earnestly, "Beauty, you must send Master Wu Xiang back to the mansion safely."

Han Qing raised her narrow eyes, glanced at her indifferently, and silently supported Fan Moya, and walked away slowly.

Ye Hehua took back the two people who had left each other, put his chin in doubt, and said in a low voice: "So the emperor's brother-in-law is Ah Qing."

Bei Hanjing felt very depressed when Han Qing looked at her, she turned her head and asked Xiao Xiong, "Did I offend any beauty today?"

Xiao Xiong shook his head, and sighed sympathetically, "The heart of the son-in-law, the needle of the sea, princess, you still need to practice more."

In the Zuixian Tower in Beihan City, Xiao Jingyu looked out the window at the sparsely populated street, and the wine in his glass never stopped.

Before you know it, there are already piles under your feet, seven or eight empty wine jars.

The door was broken open suddenly, Gao Sheng clutched his stabbed chest, staggered into the room with a pale complexion, bowed his head and knelt down to apologize and said: "This subordinate did not do well, and Fan Moya ran away."

"Get up, tell me about that person." Xiao Jingyu said extremely calmly, without even looking at Gao Sheng.

"Fan Moya went to Jinshui Temple alone for an appointment today, after being ambushed, he reacted calmly and beheaded the others.

Asked if we were sent by Han Qing, and killed him to silence him.

He is young, but his martial arts are extremely high and hard to beat. His subordinates tried their best to capture and kill him, but they were still on equal footing with him. No one could get any benefit from him. He took advantage of my unpreparedness and let the red snake bite me, but I dodged it. He took the opportunity to stab me with a sword and fled without a trace. "

Gao Sheng simply said what happened in a few words.

Gao Sheng was one of the top three masters in Muyun martial arts, but was run away by Fan Moya, Xiao Jingyu stroked his chin in thought, waved his hand and said, "Go down and get bandaged, and send someone to call Yan Zijin over. "

"Yes." Gao Sheng limped back.

Not long after, the guard came forward, handed Yan Zijin's letter to Xiao Jingyu respectfully, and said: "Prime Minister Yan is not in the room, but left a letter, I don't know where he slipped out to play."

Xiao Jingyu saw the words on it: The room is boring, Zijin is going out for a visit, and he will return at the next hour, I hope you big brothers will not find it.

He frowned, displeased Yan Zijin, who was traveling in violation of the order, and ordered solemnly, "Hurry up and find it, we have to leave Beihan."

"Yes." The guard hurriedly ran downstairs.