right after

Birds chirp in spring, dry grass turns green, winter dies in a blink of an eye and spring comes.

In the cold spring morning, Bei Hanjing slowly opened her eyelashes, stretched out her slender fingertips, and touched the damp heat left on her lips, her dark brown eyes were full of lost fascination.

Her nostrils were filled with the faint and cold fragrance of the beauty's body, and her body was entangled and crushed by ambiguity, and there were a few more wrinkles, which showed the lingering love of the previous moment.

"Don't tell others that you are poisoned, I will disappear for a while, don't believe what others say, I will come back again."

In the dream, he poured the antidote into her throat, stuck his sweet tongue back, and his careful exhortations still echoed in her ears. With the moist and hot intimacy, he beat her heart tightly, making people sink into her heart continuously. Difficult to pull out of the mud.

But in reality, the maid Xiao Xiong brought the bad news that Brother Wang was assassinated to death by Han Qing early in the morning, and poured a basin of solid cold water on her to cool down her feverish nerves, extinguishing her sweet dream just before. .

Regardless of her recovering body, Bei Hanjing hurriedly jumped out of the bed with her palms on the bed. She couldn't wait to put on her shoes, and ran to Brother Wang's tent in a panic.

Outside the camp, there were layers of solemn-looking soldiers, guarding the undead of Beihanmo, and forbidding others to enter.

The soldiers saw Bei Hanjing, with her hair disheveled and dust billowing in her head, rushing towards her. Before they could stop the gun in their hands, they were pushed away by Bei Hanjing's brute force.

"Princess Jing..." The soldiers were about to pull Bei Han Jing out, but they were stunned when they saw her crying on Bei Han Mo's body.

After Bei Hanjing lifted the curtain, her eager steps slowed down, and she stared in disbelief at the dead pale corpse lying quietly in the middle of the room.

The camp was still filled with the stench of blood cooling, and the thick carpet was still stained with dark brown marks of blood cooling. Han Qing's long-standing saber was parked in a wooden tray next to the corpse.

Bei Hanjing covered her mouth, and slowly approached the sleeping Bei Hanmo, sobbing from her throat leaked out from between her fingers.

She was lying on her brother like a child, crying and wailing like a wronged little girl, but she was stuck in her heart with a thousand words.

Why did she wake up from a coma after being hit by Xiao Jingyu's poisonous palm?

Why did the beauty leave in a hurry after feeding her the antidote this morning?

Why, Brother Wang died under Han Qing's butcher knife?

The truths were connected one after another, forcing her to approach her, making her unable to breathe.

Han Qing actually sacrificed his brother Wang in order to save her. I'm afraid it was the order of Emperor Muyun!She couldn't forgive herself, couldn't forgive Han Qing, and couldn't forgive Xiao Jingyu.

Bei Hanjing was in grief, but there were more and more people around her. They were full of out-of-control emotions, and they all came to collect debts from her, asking her to hand over the missing Han Qing who assassinated the queen.

Bei Hanjing didn't know where Han Qing was, she knelt firmly beside Brother Wang, holding his cold corpse, her spine was about to be poked out by the crowd, and she couldn't breathe under the weight of the huge crime.

Everyone forced her to hand over Han Qing and give an explanation, and who would she ask to explain to her?

If she knew, she would grab him by the collar and ask why he was so cruel to kill Brother Wang. There are thousands of ways to save her, why did he choose the cruelest one!

Bei Hanjing didn't know how she got through the difficult situation in their eyes of accusation and hatred that day. She seemed to have gone with the ghost of brother Wang.

Bei Hanjing never believed that Han Qing would kill her brother, but the second brother Bei Hanjian told her that Han Qing killed Bei Hanmo, there is no way that the second brother would lie to her!

Bei Hanjing was in a dilemma between choosing to trust Han Qing and her second brother.

Han Qing's crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason has been firmly established. No matter how she explains it, no one will believe it.

Bei Hanjing didn't know what to do?

Find out Han Qing personally and kill him to avenge her brother, she can't do it!

She can't even watch Han Qing being killed by everyone in person!

Going to kill Xiao Jingyu herself, she couldn't even do it!

Bei Hanjing resented that she was too weak and couldn't do anything well.

In order to repent, she knelt in front of the corpse without eating or drinking, and knelt for three days and three nights to atone for her sins. No one could shake her determination, and the accusations gradually became quieter.

Han Qing made a mistake, so what does it have to do with her? People gradually regained their sanity and began to sympathize with Bei Hanjing who was betrayed by her husband and her brother was killed by her husband.

The relationship between Muyun and Beihan began to become tense again after Beihanmo's death. They hurriedly elected a new king when Beihanmo's body was still cold.

Bei Hanjing looked helplessly and sadly at the second brother, who was elected king with the support of everyone. He has always been a main fighter, and the news of the war may be in vain.

Bei Hanjing was powerless to stop them, she sharpened her sword and wanted to continue fighting. Hearing the loud slogans in the barracks, she sighed, what would he do if the elder brother was here?

"Sister Wang, why don't you eat something?" Ye Hehua personally delivered the food, picked up the chopsticks and fed it to her mouth, but was rejected.

"Hehua, you are the most honest. Do you believe that Han Qing killed my brother?" Bei Hanjing stretched out her hand and pushed away the chopsticks. Her eyes, which were always heroic and sharp, were full of fragility at the moment, and she wanted to find a fulcrum.

"Brother-in-law, you have always done things properly, I don't believe he would do this." Ye Hehua stood behind Bei Hanjing with the already cold food, and said with a sigh.

"You believe him. I don't know whether I should believe him anymore." Bei Hanjing lowered her head, mocking her own stupidity, just smiled, tears dripping down on the carpet again.

Bei Hanjing has always been a woman who does not shed tears easily, but recently she really couldn't control her weak tears and conquered her weakness.

Yahweh shook his head, not knowing what to say to comfort the woman in front of him.

"Sigh, sister-in-law, it really hurts her to leave her alone." Ye Hehua lifted the curtain of the tent, brought the completely cold food back to the kitchen, and said pitifully.

Ye Hehua had just put down the bowls and chopsticks, but his head was attacked from behind. A hard stone lay quietly on the ground, wrapped in a layer of paper.

He unfolded the paper and saw the familiar Kuangjuan font, on which was written: "See you under the third tree in the back mountain."

Holding the note, Ye Hehua followed Han Qing's footsteps, hurried to the back mountain, and just stopped under a tree when he was hit on the head again.

Ye Hehua covered his forehead and looked up the tree pitifully. Seeing Han Qing, who had not seen him for a long time, sitting on the tree pole with his sleeves folded, he let go of all the tension in his heart.

"Brother-in-law, don't come back, they are all arresting you." Ye Hua raised his head and said to Han Qing, who had loose black hair and half a wooden face.

"Hehe, why don't you report me, maybe you can get a high-ranking official in front of Bei Hanjian?" Han Qing listened to his persuasion, tilted her head slightly, and asked with interest with the corners of her lips curled up.

"Brother-in-law, I know you are not that kind of person. I think it is unlikely that you will kill the king."

Ye Hehua plucked up his courage and said, Han Qing covered her mouth with a chuckle, and took off the wooden mask on her face, her beautiful face was full of crooked eyebrows and a strong smile, like a glamorous night demon under the moonlight.

Even though Ye Hehua didn't have feelings for men, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

"Your choice is not wrong!" Han Qing walked lightly, jumped off the tree, and said with his shoulders.

"Now, I need an assistant. I'll lure your sister away, and you can help me steal Bei Hanjian's body." As soon as Han Qing finished speaking, Jehovah opened his mouth in horror.

"Hehua, this game of chess is a success, and you will win if you stand in the right position." Han Qing stopped talking, and Ye Hehua sensitively heard the difficulty behind this matter from his words.

Although he still hesitated in his heart, he was already standing in Han Qing's camp with half a body.

Bei Hanjing knelt in front of the corpse, hungry and tired, feeling drowsy, her eyelids kept closing, the curtains were quietly lifted, and a sudden gust of cold wind suddenly woke her drowsy head.

Under the dim light of the candle, the black shadow in front of him lifted Bei Hanmo's body and walked out the door.

"Han Qing, stop!" Bei Hanjing woke up instantly, grabbed the dagger beside the bed, stood up immediately, her legs staggered to the ground after kneeling for a long time.

Although Bei Hanjing was a few steps behind, she chased after Han Qing relentlessly, separated a distance from Han Qing, and saw him handing over the body of Brother Wang to another man in black from a distance, and went in two opposite directions. and go.

The two men in black dispersed their actions, and even taught her not only to chase whom.

Bei Hanjing stomped her feet, gritted her teeth and chose Han Qing to chase after her. It was time to give her all the answers.

"Stop! Han Qing, I know it's you." Bei Hanjing called Han Qing who had been running away from behind, and the figure in front slowed down following her words, and finally turned around.

Although he was covering his face, she only needed a back view to recognize him.

"I've worked hard for you these three days." Han Qing grabbed the black cloth on the bottom, saw her red and haggard face, the coldness of her narrow eyes turned into guilty tenderness, and said softly.

"Don't deceive me with sweet words." Bei Hanjing put the knife on his neck and cursed angrily.

"Ah Jing, how did I deceive you?" Han Qing opened her eyes wide, and her slender eyes became round and round. On her beautiful face, she looked a little innocent, even a little cute.

"Did you kill Brother Wang?" Bei Hanjing asked with great courage.

"Yes, in order to save you, I got the antidote from Xiao Jingyu and killed him. Do you want to avenge your brother?" Han Qing confessed bluntly, curling the corners of his mouth with research spirit.

"Go away, hand over my brother Wang, and never appear in front of me in the future, or I will kill you next time." Bei Hanjing retracted the knife with a "swipe", and the sharp knife cut Han Qing's chest Long black hair in the front.

Bei Hanjing turned her head, blinked her eyes, and said while holding back her tears.

Han Qing smiled slightly, as if talking about the Arabian Nights, jokingly said: "The king won't leave, if your brother Wang is alive, will you still kill me?"

Bei Hanjing's eyes widened upon hearing this...