Han Qing and Fan Moya, with the help of the map obtained by accident, successfully passed through the misty jungle, avoided the weak guards of the Jian Ran Kingdom, and successfully arrived in the Northern Han Palace.

When Han Qing and Fan Moya stepped into the palace, Bei Hanmo had already been waiting on the throne hungry for a long time.

When he saw the two people walking into the palace gate, the pair of cold eagle eyes immediately cheered up, and quickly stood up to greet each other and said, "Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Fan Xiang, it's hard for you to pick up Han Qing on this trip." Bei Hanmo greeted Fan Moya, his eyes showed respect, looking at his dusty appearance, and said eagerly condolences.

"Being able to share the worries of the king is within Moya's share." Fan Moya performed the lotus salute, bowed modestly and said, what a scene of a good monarch and a sage.

Han Qing was left out in the cold and crooked his mouth in disgust.

Bei Hanmo turned his head and saw Han Qing, and immediately replaced his eagerness, returned to his usual ice cube face, and ordered firmly: "Han Qing quickly showed Mu Yun's military defense formation diagram."

Han Qing was unmoved, and his expression was unruly again.

"Why don't you give me a picture?" Beihan Mokong waited for him for a long time, but as soon as he deliberately put on a show against him, anger immediately appeared in the eagle's eyes.

"No picture." Han Qing replied coldly.

"You didn't want me to wait here!" Bei Hanmo immediately became furious, shook his face and said.

"I don't have a picture, because the picture is in my head." Han Qing saw Bei Hanmo's gaffe, and said jokingly with his sleeves folded.

"You-" Bei Han's anger immediately stopped.

"Draw the picture." Bei Hanmo swallowed his anger and said coldly.

Han Qing walked to the desk, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, raised his hand on the white paper, and put down the pen like a god.

However, halfway through the painting, Han Qing suddenly stopped the brush, and Bei Han looked at him puzzled.

Han Qing looked at him with sly eyes, and said with a smile: "The other half was just forgotten by you."

"......" Where does this look like I forgot, anyway, Bei Hanmo doesn't believe it with ten toes.

"How do you remember?" Bei Hanmo looked at it intriguingly, with a beautiful and arrogant face.

"Alas, I got this picture, all the way to the boat, day and night, I just want to tell the king the news quickly, endure hunger and enter the palace, so far I don't even care to drink a sip of water."

Han Qing frowned at his slender eyebrows, touched his stomach that had not yet been digested, and looked at Bei Hanmo with resentment.

Fan Moya stood on the side, but smiled silently, and did not expose Han Qing's lies.

Han Qing did rush back to Chang'an City quickly, but when he entered the city, he suddenly slowed down, pulled him to the inn first, feasted on it, and took a comfortable hot bath.

Han Qing once warned him not to wash his face, and to wear this old clothes to go in to see Bei Hanmo.

On the way into the palace, Han Qing kept burping and drank a lot of water before pressing it down.

Bei Hanmo poured him a cup of hot tea with a stinky face, put it loudly in front of Han Qing, and raised his voice to beckon the palace maid to prepare dinner.

Han Qing looked at the cup of tea that was only half poured, and said sadly, "King, you don't seem to want me to think of it."

Bei Hanmo was eaten by him, looked at Han Qing's contrived face, gritted his teeth, and lifted the teapot to pour him tea.

"Forget it, I don't think my stupid head can remember it today, or think about it later, but I have to bother the king to wait a little longer." Han Qing rubbed his temples in distress, took two steps towards the door, and said goodbye innocently.

"Han Qing!" Bei Han Mo shouted angrily, green tendons jumping on his broad forehead.

Han Qing stopped, turned around and smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, the king, even if we have Mu Yun's military defense array, we won't be able to attack Mu Yun for a while.

Besides, whether the information of this military defense formation map corresponds to the real situation of Mu Yun on the ground, we have to send someone to explore the reality.

Before that, we have to go out to the country of Stumbling Ran first, so that we will not be attacked by the enemy on our backs, and attack Muyun with confidence. ”

"Jian Ran Country is easy to defend and difficult to attack, how can it be attacked." Bei Hanmo was cooled down by what he said, and said mockingly.

"I can let the king attack the country of Xia Ran on the fifteenth." Han Qing arrogantly threw out the bait.

"On the fifteenth, the horse master is talking about a dream." Bei Hanmo simply turned around this time and didn't dare Han Qing.

"If so, I said I would find a way around Jian Ran."

Han Qing said behind his back, Bei Hanmo's footsteps paused, and his cold eyes surged with surprise, but he didn't want Han Qing to be too proud, so he turned around in moderation and said coldly: "How to attack?"

"I have already given the king a reason to send troops, not only can we attack the country of Jian Ran openly, but he will also take the initiative to let our soldiers in."

Han Qing's slender eyes shone brightly, and he confidently said to the two people present.

Fan Moya looked at Han Qing's wanton brilliance, his eyes were hot and secretly infatuated.

"Let our soldiers in......" Bei Hanmo felt a little incredible, and involuntarily muttered this sentence in his mouth, but he believed in his heart that Han Qing would definitely be able to complete it.

Han Qing walked to the desk, crumpled the half-drawn drawings and threw them on the ground, and Bei Hanmo hurriedly picked them up.

Han Qing said with a smile: "King, what Han Qing has in his mind can never be forgotten, I can draw a hundred or a thousand pairs if you want it."

Bei Hanmo was still pinching the drawings, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, tell me your plan in detail."

Han Qing didn't continue to tease him, attached himself to the white paper, drew a box, and explained: "At that time, I will borrow the name of Wu Xiang and me, and let Princess Jing bring 20,000 soldiers and horses, enter Jianran through the way, and take us back to China."

"I'll lead a large team of soldiers around the Lost Jungle." Han Qing drew an arrow in the box, and an arc outside, and the two lines converged at an end point.

Then he drew a third arrow, cut off the arrow in the box, and explained: "We sent a team of men and horses to attack our returning men and horses under the guise of people from the country of Jian Ran.

Then I opened the gates of the city, and let the people I brought with me in the open, and invaded the kingdom of Jian Ran, and went to settle accounts with them. ”

Han Qing firmly fixed the brush in the middle of the frame, and Beihan Mo's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had seen the Beihan flag erected high on the wall of the Jian Ran Kingdom.

"Han Qing, you go back to rectify and rest, and in three days, you will lead the troops to the Misty Jungle and do as you say." Bei Han Mo's eyes spurted with huge ambition and said.

"No, tomorrow I will lead the troops into the Jungle of the Lost Room." Han Qing let go of the brush and said.

"Good ......" Bei Hanmo stiffened the corners of his lips coldly, and hooked an irrepressible smile.

"Jing'er, wait for you outside the palace gate, call her in and we'll have dinner together. Han Qing, I actually don't ...... it" Bei Hanmo said in a rare and cordial tone, those cold and sharp eyes showed infinite tenderness.

Han Qing smiled and raised his hand to stop his words, and happily refused: "It's better to leave it to you to eat, I'll go find Bei Hanjing."

Han Qing lifted the braid hanging from his chest, threw it behind him in a dashing manner, and walked away triumphantly.

"You-" Bei Hanmo finally softened his attitude and wanted to show favor to Han Qing, but he was trampled on by Han Qing fiercely, and he couldn't say a word angrily.

Han Qing gave him a good face, just kicked his nose on his face, Bei Hanmo thought embarrassedly.

The civil and military officials all know that the only person who can make the Iceberg King angry in Beihan is this arrogant horse master.

On this May night, the north carries the last hint of winter chill. When Bei Hanjing heard that Han Qing had entered the palace to see her brother, she immediately rushed into the palace and stood outside the gate of the Humble Palace and waited for a long time.

As soon as Han Qing went out, she saw that under the bright moon, her tall figure stood out from the crowd, still dressed as a bearded man, with a thick black ponytail, with vigorous vitality under the crown of her hair.

He stood on the steps, looking condescendingly at her somewhat emaciated cheeks.

"Han Qing-" Bei Hanjing's not soft face, catching him, instantly bloomed with infinite enthusiasm and warmth, like a bright sunflower.

Bei Hanjing took three steps and made two cloths, rushed up the steps, hugged Han Qing tightly, and the thick mouth rudely gnawed on his lips, just like gnawing on pig's trotters.

Han Qing was overwhelmed by her kisses, feeling that his bones were about to be crushed by her enthusiasm, and strangely he didn't hate it.

Probably, the only person he doesn't hate in this Beihan is her......

Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing, who was a little dizzy who was kissed in her arms, grinned her white teeth, circled his thin waist, and said happily: "Beauty welcomes you home."

When Han Qing heard the word "home", a complicated and very complicated emotion surged in his heart, and he heard Bei Hanjing shouting anxiously: "Beauty, why are you crying, who bullied you."

"You fool...... Han Qing said with a hint of unconscious crying, scolding her thick chest.

However, Bei Hanjing felt that the strength was as small as an ant tickling.

"Let's go, let's go home for dinner, I'm dying of hunger." Bei Hanjing picked up Han Qing with both hands and walked towards the outside of the palace.

"Good ......"

After a while, Han Qing screamed, struggling to escape from her hug.

"Hey, Bei Hanjing, let me down, I'm sorry......"

Han Qing's heart was moved, and she was immediately wiped out by her actions, and said in her heart: I should divorce you, a mother-in-law with brute strength and no brains.

"Don't let it go, I won't let you go for the rest of my life." Bei Hanjing said with a smirk.

"Bei Hanjing, I told you that if you don't let me down, I won't pay attention to you anymore." Han Qing didn't want his heroic appearance to be disillusioned in front of everyone, and he threatened with anger.

"Then I'll hold you until you ignore me......"

It's a pity that all his threats are to play the piano to the cow, and tonight his chic and heroic posture is destined to be infinitely destroyed by his own mother-in-law.

In the moonlight, their flirtatious voices became farther and farther away.

Fan Moya stood in Han Qing's position just now, looking at the unconscious pure smile on Han Qing's lips, his cold silver pupils narrowed and tightened, revealing a dangerous aura of jealousy.