right after

The bright moon is to the west, and the darkness before dawn is like the eve of the closing of the gate of hell, and the night soul is unwilling to go wild in the world for a while.

A torn piece of Wang Mengliu's letter and the face-to-face identification of several subordinates in Yangcheng sent Han Qing directly to the high-level interrogation room of the palace. The man's cold face is like a man-eating ghost.

"Han Qing, the evidence is convincing, you obediently admit it, so as not to continue to suffer!" the man sitting in the seat heard the loud sound of the board below hitting his buttocks, and said triumphantly.

Han Qing was handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for interrogation, and the presiding judge was Beihan's second prince, Beihanjian, who happened to have a history with him.

Han Qing was once molested by Bei Hanjian's important retainers when he was walking on the road. It happened that he was in a bad mood that day and beat him to death on the spot, and the two formed a grudge.

Later, he conquered Jianran Kingdom and successfully persuaded Gu Jin to send 25 troops. His status in the imperial court increased day by day, and he had more people attached to him than before. This touched part of Bei Hanjian's interests, and the two became more hostile.

When Han Qing saw that it was him who was in charge of the trial, he cried out in his heart the bad luck of eight lifetimes. Sure enough, Bei Hanjian couldn't help but say that he had avenged his personal revenge and beat him fifty times to vent his hatred, trying to force him to admit it.

"Dog broken, I want to be tortured into a trick, dreaming!" Han Qing was dressed in thin clothes, his limbs were firmly pressed on the bench, and every time the thick torture stick fell on his bloody buttocks, his face lost blood. He gritted his teeth and supported the road entirely by will.

Han Qing felt dizzy from the pain, his fingernails were tightly dug into the stool legs, and he scolded his mother in his heart. If he hadn't taken the antidote of bangongsan, his body might not be able to hold on long ago.

"Your mouth is really dirty, come and slap your mouth." Bei Hanjian slammed the token and threw it on the ground, and two guards came up, grabbed Han Qing's hair, and looked at his beautiful cheeks for a long time, not willing to do anything.

Bei Hanjian sneered, stood up from his seat and walked down, lifted his chin lightly, and said in admiration:

"This face is more seductive than a woman's, and it's a disaster for the country. No wonder they are reluctant to do it. I heard that you even seduced Mu Rongbai of Muyun and hid it in the yard every night.

It's a pity that you are beautiful, but you are not a woman. If you were a woman, I would still give you face and sleep for a while! "

Han Qing was as cold as winter and snow in these malicious slanders, and paid no attention to them at all. He squinted at him and farted viciously. Bei Hanjian was stared at with vicious eyes like a poisonous snake, and his hairs stood on end, frightened and angry.

"Bitch, close your eyes." Not only did Bei Hanjian's words not work, but Han Qing arrogantly spat on his face.

"You, damn it! Collaborators and traitors don't have to show mercy, beat me viciously." Bei Hanjian was insulted, wiped his saliva, and ordered angrily.

"Second brother, stop!" Bei Hanjing received a report from her servants late at night, and learned that Han Qing had committed two serious crimes of collaborating with the enemy, treason, and murdering the Holy Son, and the evidence was solid. .

"Sister Jing, it won't help if you come here. Han Qing committed a capital crime, and the evidence is solid. You might as well persuade him to confess the crime earlier, so as not to suffer later."

Seeing that his third sister, Bei Hanjing, had a big belly, and begged for her husband's coming, Bei Hanjian put on a righteous face and said.

"Brother Er Wang, I know Han Qing as a human being. He regards Mu Yun as his mortal enemy, and it is absolutely impossible for him to collude with him. This time, it's their countermeasure." Bei Hanjing held his stomach, stopped in front of him, and defended.

"Sister Jing, it's useless for you to tell me. I'll be interrogated by the king's order." Beihanjian sat down again, looked at Beihanjing, and said helplessly with his hands outstretched.

"Brother Wang, don't punish me first, I'll go to Brother Wang to intercede." Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing's messy buttocks, her heart ached so much that she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Stupid woman, why are you crying? I haven't done those things, and no one can accuse me." Seeing that Bei Hanjing was crying for her, Han Qing weakly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"You go to Fan Moya and tell him that I want to talk to him about the relationship between the two of you." Han Qing was at the end of his battle, after much deliberation, as long as there were false evidence, no matter what he said, no one would believe him.

The key to overthrowing false evidence lies in Fan Moya, as long as he is willing to help him hide the truth.

Bei Hanjing's actions were very quick. She went to the Son of Heaven's mansion at night and reported according to Han Qing's original words, but was mercilessly shut down.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, both puzzled.

When asked, the servants of Shengzi's Mansion taunted in a strange manner. Han Qing brought a knife to make trouble in Shengzi's Mansion before. Yesterday, Shengzi was attacked and seriously injured by Han Qing alone. Have the face to ask for help.

Xiao Xiong secretly said: "The son-in-law must have offended the Holy Son too arrogantly before, and now he is unwilling to rescue him."

"What should I do?" Bei Hanjing thought of Han Qing's usual arrogance, and there were a lot of people who couldn't understand his behavior, but he was narrow-minded, and hit people directly if he disagreed with him.

Sometimes she offends the powerful, and often she comes to people to make amends, so she can barely check and balance.

Just when she didn't know what to do, Shengzi's subordinates said: "If the princess shows full sincerity and kneels three times and kowtows in front of Shengzi, maybe things will turn around."

Xiao Xiong saw Bei Hanjing lift up her robe and was really planning to kneel down, so she became anxious immediately, grabbed her and said, "You are a princess, you have made great military exploits, and now you are about to give birth, how can you kneel down?"

On Bei Hanjing's resolute face, there was a helpless smile: "Xiao Xiong, Han Qing is everything to me, if he dies, my life is meaningless, these vain gifts are nothing compared to a strand of his hair. "

Regardless of Xiao Xiong's obstruction, she knelt down on the cold floor herself, knelt three times and knocked nine times in front of Fan Moya's door, kowtowed another 99 times, and then the door that she was avoiding was finally willing to open slowly.

With the support of Xiao Xiong, Bei Hanjing slowly stepped into Fan Moya's warm and dark bedroom with a red forehead, saw him meditating quietly on the bed with a lamp, and respectfully said his intentions.

Fan Moya slowly opened his long eyelashes, looked at Bei Hanjing who was kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes flashed jealousy, pretended to be ignorant, and said peacefully: "Princess Jing came to my mansion, what's the matter? "

"I implore Mr. Wu Xiang, help my husband clear his grievances." Bei Hanjing knelt down respectfully and begged with the help of her maid again.

Fan Moya stayed on the bed, not at all willing to help others.

He smiled and refused and said, "Mo Ya doesn't know the truth about the son-in-law, so he can't participate. I believe the Ministry of Criminal Justice will give the truth."

"If you don't save my husband, I'm afraid no one will be able to save him. He only has half his life left now, and he may die under severe punishment and forced confession later." Seeing that he refused to save him, Bei Hanjing , Immediately became anxious, ran forward and grabbed his hand, crying and begging.

Covered by her touch, Fan Moya endured the disgust in his heart, heard her words, and thought of Han Qing's suffering, his handsome face was slightly moved, and his heart softened.

So, she gently helped Bei Hanjing up, and said hypocritically: "The princess is pregnant, so there is no need to perform such a grand ceremony, Mo Ya will help, just get up quickly."

Bei Hanjing smiled happily on her tough face.

With Bei Hanjing's previous stop, Han Qing was transferred to the cell and was able to rest for a while.

His buttocks were bloodied and badly injured, and after he rested, the pain broke out ten thousand times. When Han Qing was drowsy from the pain, he heard someone say in his ear: "Listen to Princess Jing, the son-in-law has something important to do with me." talk."

Han Qing opened her eyes bewilderedly, and saw a huge shadow standing in front of her, blocking all the light in front of her eyes.

Seeing him coming, Han Qing calmed down a little, pulled herself together, swallowed her dry throat, and said: "That's right!"

Fan Moya turned around slowly, two strands of black hair vertically hanging on his chest were slightly dangling in the air, and there was a formulaic and unfamiliar smile on his handsome face.

Han Qing hated this person very much in her heart, lying on the bed, she demanded rudely, "Go and tell Bei Hanmo that I am not collaborating with the enemy and treason, but I am uniting with you to gain their trust and obtain an antidote, and then catch them all in one go."

The smile on Fan Moya's face became more and more formulaic, pretending that the two of them were unfamiliar, looked at his pale, almost transparent cheeks, and said bluntly, "I'm sorry, Mo Ya can't lie."

Han Qing's face was a little distorted. He finally made up his mind to beg this person, but he didn't expect him to use such a high-sounding reason to prevaricate himself.

Han Qing had an ugly face, and threatened with a smile: "Master Wu, I must have forgotten what happened at the Muyun Inn that night. If you are like this, I will die and expose Beihan to thousands of believers. The true face of the Holy Son."

Fan Moya didn't panic at all, and said with a smile: "Your son-in-law has evidence to prove that if you don't talk about it, it's just a joke."

Han Qing's thin lips curled up, her smile was a little dangerous, her long eyes narrowed and she said, "Do you really think I have no evidence?"

Fan Moya's heart skipped a beat, and he said without changing his face: "Oh, what is the evidence?" He had already begun to recall in his heart that Han Qing had even stolen his personal belongings.

"Come here with your ears." Han Qing smiled and greeted with difficulty.

Fan Moya leaned forward to listen, Han Qing smiled and threatened and said: "Have you forgotten Niaoyiao? If I say that this shaman, Mr. Xiang, gave me a token of love, do you think they will believe it or not?"

Fan Moya frowned. Niao Niao's deeds were widely circulated. If the world knew that he lost the bet and gave Niao Niao away, some people would inevitably think wildly, even though Niao Niao did have a fate with Han Qing.

"The truth cannot be distorted, curling is not enough to prove." Fan Moya thought he really had something important, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Qing didn't expect him, and didn't panic at all, secretly annoyed that he didn't take some heavy things back then.

Han Qing showed his hole cards. He couldn't force him, so he could only change his strategy flexibly. He lowered his head and said in a pitiful and coquettish voice: "Master Wu, Han Qing is already yours. Do you want me to be humble?"

The smile at the corner of Fan Moya's mouth finally appeared on his handsome face. He sat down beside Han Qing, embraced him kindly, touched the dark circles under his eyes affectionately, and said, "Ah Qing, you should have been earlier." in this way."

Han Qing obediently rested her head on Fan Moya's lap, enduring his disgusting touch, like a poisonous snake pretending to be subdued.

After all, Fan Moya felt sorry for Han Qing, looking at his bloody buttocks with loving eyes, thinking of his sexual life being blocked, he hated himself for being assassinated in anger.

He also knew Han Qing's bad behavior a long time ago. As a husband, he should be more tolerant. Sure enough, the wool still came from the sheep, and Han Qing's butt was injured, which made him feel more uncomfortable.

Han Qing squinted her eyes and thought carefully. Now she was quite subdued and coaxed Fan Moya to testify for herself. After using him to get out of the catastrophe, the ghost would continue to talk to him.

Soon, Yang Cheng was summoned again, and he walked steadily in the courtroom, still full of confidence, convinced that even if Han Qing retracted his confession again, it would be useless, this time he was dead.

However, seeing Han Qing's determined expression, thinking about how to get revenge, he was secretly startled.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway to reverse the case for Han Qing.

Fan Moya came forward and said only one sentence, and the unfavorable situation was immediately reversed. Naturally, Bei Hanmo believed what Mr. Prime Minister Wu said himself, and judged Yang Cheng's false testimony on the spot.

After the confrontation failed in the Yangcheng court, he took the initiative to admit that his purpose was to take the opportunity to gain power, and he never accepted the fact that he was bribed by the enemy country to frame Han Qing.

Han Qing had received [-] slaps, and she had long held a grudge. She glanced at Yang Cheng, her face was full of the message that you were dead, and said to Bei Hanmo, "Your Majesty, since he refuses to admit it, then hand it over." Let me handle it."

Bei Hanmo sold his favor by the way, and promised to hand over Yang Cheng to Han Qing to deal with privately. Unexpectedly, after interceding for his wife and children, Yang Cheng bumped his head against a pillar to death, and died in heaven.

Han Qing watched his body being dragged away, and felt that he died happily.

Afterwards, Han Qing was released from prison, and Fan Moya privately wanted to be intimate with him again, but was ruthlessly rejected.

Han Qing turned his face in an instant, shook off his hand, looked at him coldly, and said with a legitimate reason: "Don't think I don't know, you sent someone to assassinate Hongxiu, you dare to touch the people in my mansion, and you want to get along with me?" I am happy, but there is no door."

Fan Moya stood quietly in front of the palace gate, the setting sun hit his handsome body, creating a handsome silhouette.

He looked at the people lying on the shelf from a distance, Zuo Huan's beloved wife, You Rao's doting concubine, they were gradually carried out of the palace, and the amethyst rosary in their hands was slowly put down.

Those deep silver eyes were gradually stained with blood red, he refused to accept himself, was it because of those women who got in the way?

What if all those women were dead?