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In the fifth year of Ming Dynasty during the northern cold period, summer.

The war between Mu and Han has just come to an end, and the drama of civil strife between religion and the royal family is staged on stage without haste.

The Beihan royal family accused Fan Moya, the holy son of Black Lotus, of usurping the throne by the co-rebel Wang Beihanjian, and raped the concubine Zhenfei of the harem for two major crimes. He was removed from his phase and all domestic positions.

The son of Hei Lian refused to plead guilty, and the clarification with the Beihan royal family was invalid. Peaceful negotiations failed, and the two parties broke completely.

Unexpectedly, Fan Moya, the holy son of the Black Lotus, incited more than 40 members of the Black Lotus Sect to follow him and walk northwestward in anger.

The king of Beihan, Beihanmo, sent the princess and his wife to lead an army of 18 to hunt him down.

This is the largest and most serious civil strife in Beihan's history.

On the vast land, there is a cat-and-mouse game of hot pursuit and no gunpowder smoke.

A black wooden brocade chariot led a large number of soldiers and civilians to flee desperately, and a conversation came from inside the chariot.

"Holy Son, because we travel day and night, many people in the army are old, sick, weak and disabled.

Beihanmo was so ungrateful and aggressive that he sent Han Qing and his wife to lead a well-trained army of ghosts to bite us down.

We have a large number of people, so there is no need to be afraid, bear with this cowardice, please quickly order the army to fight back. "

A general came to Fan Moya's carriage with the opinions gathered by the crowd and feet full of mud, knelt on the ground respectfully, and hurriedly kowtowed to report.

Fan Moya slowly opened his eyes, his handsome face was as serene and peaceful as before, he stretched out his hands to stop his stupid and innocent behavior, and shook his head slowly at him.

He personally helped up the surprised general, returned to the futon and sat cross-legged, and said calmly: "You are emotionally unstable now, we are not suitable for talking, please calm down."

Inside the carriage, it was spotless and extremely clean, and it was lit with aloes for meditation. The Holy Son still did not forget to set his noon appointment while fleeing. This peaceful and serene atmosphere relieved the general's anxiety and pressure invisibly.

Fan Moya looked at the general, his frown gradually loosened, and he asked kindly, "Have you calmed down now?"

The general nodded hesitantly, and Fan Moya nodded, and said earnestly: "Then, let's start talking now, I fully understand your concerns.

Two days ago, I received news from Dongmu Kingdom that they were on their way, and we could meet them in about three days.

If we go to war now, we will sacrifice innocent lives instead. Although Bei Hanmo is stupid for a while, he listens to the traitor and wants to harm me.

But the people of Beihan are our own compatriots, and we can't waste everyone's lives because of Beihanmo's wrongdoing. Even Lian Shen fears that his children can't bear to kill each other.

So, please go back and tell the army to speed up. I will send people to stabilize the emotions of the believers and treat the sick in the army. "

Fan Moya behaved and talked in a reasonable manner, the general was very convinced in his heart, deeply moved, nodded firmly and said: "Holy Son, please rest assured, I will do a good job for the brothers below, we fully support your decision, you are our beacon .”

Fan Moya nodded in relief.

The general looked at the shining, handsome Son, and said in his heart: "The Son is so holy and kind-hearted. In this world where lives are worthless, he still cares about their low lives. He is really sent by God to save them." god.

The Beihan royal family is really shameless. The poor holy son was obviously poisoned and coerced by Beihanjian to usurp the throne. It is pitiful enough, and he was misunderstood.

It was too outrageous for them to wrongly accuse the Son of God of raping Bei Hanmo's concubine.

The Holy Son is so handsome, he can only attract women to his door, why should he seduce women? This must be because they are afraid that the Holy Son is too powerful, and deliberately framed him, it is too hateful and unforgivable! "

The general thought angrily, when he came back to his senses and was about to retreat, he noticed the dirt on his feet and the dirt on the holy son's white blanket, scratched his head in embarrassment, and hurriedly apologized.

The Holy Son smiled slightly, not blaming him at all, which added to his charm and faith as the Son of God.

Fan Moya watched the carriage being quiet again, leaned on the low table, stared at the stained carpet, frowned in distaste, and called for the servant boy to bring clean water, which was scarce in the army, to wash his hands and wash his hands. The rug is lost.

Fan Moya felt much more relieved when he looked at the new blanket. Thinking of Han Qing who was chasing after him and gritted his teeth angrily because he didn't go to war, a funny smile appeared on his thin lips.

Ah Qing, you are really ruthless!Deliberately concealing the news that Beihanmo is alive from me, and waiting for me to assist Beihanjian in usurping the throne, he immediately jumps out and condemns me to death.

This trap is really perfect, it kills many birds with one stone, it really deserves to be the person I fancy.

But if you have this rock with me, it can be regarded as shooting yourself in the foot.

Beihanmo, you are really disappointing. Seeing me leave with a large number of people, I regret that even my intestines are green. I should not be able to bear it. Come and beg me to go back in person, hehe...

At this moment, Bei Hanmo really regretted the past. He did not expect that Fan Moya's beliefs were so deeply rooted and so closely integrated with his royal power.

When a large number of citizens heard that he committed a crime, they didn't believe it at all. Instead, they were encouraged to leave with Fan Moya. They really picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons.

From this point of view, the act of forcefully pulling Fan Moya down from the altar was not only of no benefit, but also caused the people to flee, causing his kingdom to collapse.

Now that I think about it, Fan Moya brought 12 troops to help him create Beihan, attracting people along the way, making the people of Beihan more united for good, and the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Although Fan Moya was seduced and corrupted, raped Han Qing, and intervened in his younger sister's family, but he did not do other bad things, which is still within the tolerance range.

A piece of flying geese passed on a letter, "Be sure to persuade Fan to return to the minimum loss." Bei Hanmo's eleven-character personal letter slipped into Han Qing's hands.

Bei Hanmo's helpless protection and compromise with the criminal completely chilled the hearts of Han Qing and his wife.

"Brother Wang, how could it be like this..." Ye Hehua stared at the thin piece of paper, and murmured unjustly beside him.

"Beauty..." Bei Hanjing faced Han Qing with a silent expression, her heart ached.

Han Qing raised her stiff hands, blinked her eyes, and said with a forced smile on the corners of her mouth, "I... will persuade Fan Moya to come back."

He is Beihan's most solid shield, always silently resisting all dangers, and swallowing all grievances by himself.

"beauty……"

"Brother-in-law..."

Han Qing resolutely left the horse, leaving behind two shouts to stay.

A chasing game finally came to a halt on Han Qing's initiative to sue for peace, and the two sides could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Holy Son, Han Qing said that he wanted to find you alone to talk about going back to Beihan." The boy reluctantly looked away from the handsome man, and came to the carriage and reported.

"Hehe, let him tell me in person." Fan Moya put down the book in his hand, and asked with a chuckle.

Han Qing was sitting on a black horse, her whole body was tidied up very clean, she was wearing a robe that was as red as fire, and her fair skin was particularly dazzling in the crowd.

What is different today from the past is that he wears a string of beautiful long gemstone earrings on his left ear, making his neck more slender.

Hearing someone's triumphant voice in the carriage, he hated secretly, rolled his eyes, patted the horse's ass and said angrily, "Fan Moya, come out quickly."

The congregation thought to themselves that the Northern Han Royal Family made mistakes so arrogantly, the Holy Son had better not forgive them.

A black figure flashed out of the carriage in an instant, sitting securely on Han Qing's horse, with his hands resting on Han Qing's slender waist naturally.

"Holy Son, you have to be careful of this evildoer, don't be fooled by his evil words." The believers looked at the beautiful Han Qing and said warily.

Han Qing slandered unhappily: You are the evildoer, and your whole family is evildoer!

Fan Moya grinned his white teeth, and said with a reassuring smile: "You all stay where you are and rest, and listen to my instructions when I come back."

The believers nodded in conviction, and began to order each other to rest on the spot.

Han Qing pinched the horse's belly impatiently, and the red horse carried the two people, leaving everyone behind, and rode away.

The horses quickly skimmed the trickling streams, skimmed the green grass, and ran freely in the wilderness.

Facing the lewd hands agitating in his clothes, Han Qing neither refused nor accepted, did not say a word, and marched forward bravely without changing his face.

Fan Moya knew his plan, and deliberately did not expose it, taking advantage of the rogue, and waited for the two sides to formally negotiate the price, but Han Qing was very calm, and did not say a word all the way.

Fan Moya saw that the road had gone far enough, so he took the initiative to circle Han Qing's thin waist, lightly tapped the horse's back with his toes, and skimmed a boulder, allowing the horse to run freely.

"Ah Qing, did you dress up so beautifully just for me today?" Fan Moya lifted his chin, his fingers fascinatedly brushed the string of beautiful gem long earrings.

Han Qing didn't want to admit that she was dressing up to increase her negotiating capital.

"I apologize. I made a mistake on purpose on purpose before. Come back." Han Qing stared at Fan Moya carefully and begged earnestly.

"Oh? My request is also very simple. First of all, you tell the world to divorce Bei Hanjing, and you will live separately and be my lover secretly.

Second, after returning to Beihan, Beihanmo personally came to apologize to me and restored all my positions and rights. In addition, Beihanmo had to promise not to stop or participate in anything with me.

How, can it be worthy of your dress today? "Fan Moya lowered his body and took off his clothes, brushed his fingers across his beautiful eyebrows, and said with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Yes." Han Qing looked at the strong growing grass in the boulder pothole, and slowly closed his eyes. The cheap grass is known to be in trouble and grows wildly. Why can't he?

In the corner of the scattered clothes, a drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of the eye, fell on the boulder, and was mercilessly evaporated by the warm sun, who said that all things are fair.

Fan Moya's fingers brushed against his chest, and the ever-increasingly strange red lotus, facing the approaching silent provocation, a trace of deep danger flashed in his silver eyes.

"Is that Xiao Jingyu? I'm going to see who can win his heart first..."

The first battle between the Black Lotus Sect and the Beihan royal family came back completely victorious, so what will be the result of the next battle?