The bright moon is in the west, and the darkness before dawn is like the eve of the closing of the gates of hell, and the night soul is unwilling to go crazy in the world.

A broken piece of paper left by Wang Meng and the identification of several people under Yang Cheng in person, sent Han Qing directly into the palace high-head interrogation room, darkness shrouded everyone's faces, and the faltering candle flame shone on the cold and hard face of the man sitting in the main seat, like a man-eating ghost.

"Han Qing, the evidence is conclusive, you obediently admit it, so as not to continue to suffer from flesh and skin!" The man sitting in the main seat could hear the loud sound of the board hitting his ass below, and proudly hooked the corners of his mouth to admonish.

Han Qing was handed over to the Criminal Department for interrogation, and the main judge was Bei Hanjian, the second prince of Bei Han, who had a holiday with him.

Han Qing used to walk on the road, and was teased by Bei Hanjian's important retainers, and it happened that he was in a bad mood that day and killed someone on the spot, and the two formed a grudge.

Later, he captured the state of Jian Ran, and successfully persuaded Gu Jin to send troops to send 250,000 troops, and his status in the imperial court was rising day by day, and there were more people attached to him than before, touching some of the interests of Bei Hanjian, and the two became more and more hostile.

As soon as Han Qing saw that he was the presiding judge, he shouted in his heart that he had been in charge of the mold for eight lifetimes, and sure enough, Bei Hanjian couldn't help but say that the communiqué personal vendetta beat him fifty times to vent his hatred, trying to force him to admit it.

"The dog is broken, I want to bend into a trick, dream!" Han Qing was dressed in thin clothes, his limbs were firmly pressed against the prison bench, and the thick torture stick lost a cent of blood on his face every time it landed on his bloody buttocks, and he gritted his teeth to support it with his will.

Han Qing fainted in pain, his fingernails were tightly buckled into the legs of the stool, and he scolded his mother in his heart, if he hadn't taken the antidote to the forbidden gongsan, I am afraid that his body would have been unable to hold it for a long time.

"The mouth is really dirty, someone comes to slap the mouth." Bei Hanjian threw the token on the ground, and two more jailers came up, grabbed Han Qing's hair, and looked at him on his beautiful cheek, looking at each other for a long time and not willing to start.

Bei Hanjian sneered, got up from his seat and walked down, gently lifted his chin, and said in amazement:

"This face is more bewitching than a woman, no wonder they are reluctant to start, I heard that you also seduced Murong Bai of Muyun and hid him in the courtyard, and turned the phoenix every night

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

Han Qing didn't pay any attention to these malicious slanders, he was as cold as snow in the middle of winter, he squinted at him viciously and farted, and Bei Hanjian was stared at by his vicious eyes like a poisonous snake, and he couldn't help but stand on end, and he was angry.

"Slut, put away your eyes." Bei Hanjian's words not only didn't work, but Han Qing instead spat arrogantly in his face.

"You, damn it! Those who collaborate with the enemy and treason do not have to show mercy, and give me a vicious beating. Bei Hanjian was insulted, wiped his saliva, and ordered angrily.

"Brother Erwang, stop!" Bei Hanjing received a report from her subordinates late at night, and learned that Han Qing had committed the two major crimes of collaborating with the enemy and treason and murdering the Holy Son, and the evidence was conclusive, and now she was arrested and sent to the Criminal Department for interrogation, and rushed over overnight.

"Sister Jing, it won't help you to come, Han Qing committed a capital crime, and the evidence is conclusive, you might as well persuade him to confess the crime earlier, so as not to suffer from the flesh and skin behind."

Bei Hanjian saw that the third sister Bei Hanjing was dragging her big belly, and pleaded for her husband to come over, and said with a righteous face.

"Second Brother Wang, I know that Han Qing is a person, he regards Mu Yun as a mortal enemy, and it is absolutely impossible to be in the same stream, this time it is their counter-plan." Bei Hanjing held her stomach, stopped in front of him, and said in defense.

"Sister Jing, it's useless for you to tell me, I will be interrogated by the king's order." Bei Hanjian sat down again, looked at Bei Hanjing, spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Then the second brother Wang, don't move the punishment first, I'll go to Brother Wang to plead." Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing's embarrassed appearance, his flesh and blood blurred ass, she was very distressed, and tears flowed down involuntarily.

"Stupid woman, what are you crying about, I haven't done those things, no one can blame me." Seeing that Bei Hanjing was crying for herself, Han Qing weakly raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"You go to Fan Moya and say that I want to talk to him about the matter between the two." Han Qing was already at the end of the crossbow, thinking about it, as long as there were those perjury, no matter what he said, no one would believe him.

The key to overturning false testimony lies in Fan Moya, as long as he is willing to help himself hide from the world.

Bei Hanjing's movements were very fast, she went to the Holy Son's Mansion at night, and according to Han Qing's original words, she was ruthlessly closed.

The two looked at each other, puzzled.

When it was time to ask, the subordinates of the Holy Son's Mansion mocked in a weird way, Han Qing used to make trouble in the Holy Son's Mansion with a knife, and yesterday the Holy Son was attacked and seriously injured by Han Qing's solo out of the mansion, and they said openly and secretly, and now they still have the face to beg for help.

Xiao Hun said secretly: "The horse must have been too arrogant to offend the Holy Son before, and he refuses to rescue him now."

"How can this be?" Bei Hanjing thought that Han Qing was usually arrogant in fireworks, and there were many people who couldn't get used to his behavior, but he was so small that he would beat people directly if he didn't agree.

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

Just when he didn't know what to do, the Holy Son's subordinates instructed him to say: "If the princess shows full sincerity and kneels in front of the Holy Son, maybe things will take a turn for the better."

Xiao Hun saw Bei Hanjing lifting her robe and really planning to kneel, so she immediately became anxious, grabbed her and said, "You are a princess, you have made great achievements, and now you are about to give birth, how can you kneel?"

Bei Hanjing's resolute face raised a helpless smile: "Xiao Hun, Han Qing is all I have, if he dies, it won't be interesting for me to live, these false gifts are not as good as a single hair of his."

Ignoring Xiao Hun's obstruction, she personally knelt on the cold floor, knelt three times and knocked in front of Fan Moya's door, and kowtowed ninety-nine times, and the door that was tightly avoided was willing to open slowly.

With the support of Xiao Hun and a red forehead, Bei Hanjing slowly stepped into Fan Moya's warm and dark bedroom, and when she saw him, she sat quietly on the bed with a lamp and candle, and said her intention respectfully.

Fan Moya slowly opened his long eyelashes, looked at Bei Hanjing who was kneeling in front of the bed, jealousy flashed in his eyes, pretending not to know at all, and said calmly: "Princess Jing came to my mansion, what's the matter?"

"I implore Lord Wu Xiang to help my husband redress his grievances." Bei Hanjing knelt down respectfully and asked again, supported by the maid.

Fan Moya stayed in bed, without the slightest desire to help people.

He smiled and refused and said: "Mo Ya doesn't know what the truth is, so he can't participate, and I believe that the Criminal Department will give a truth."

"If you don't save your husband, I'm afraid no one will be able to save him, he only has half a life left now, and I'm afraid he will die under the forced confession of severe punishment later." Seeing that he refused to save him, Bei Hanjing immediately became anxious, and took the liberty of running forward to grab his hand, crying and pleading.

Fan Moya was touched by her, endured the disgust in his heart, listened to her words, and thought of Han Qing's guilt, his handsome face was slightly moved, and his heart softened.

So, he gently helped Bei Hanjing up, and said hypocritically: "The princess is pregnant, there is no need to make such a big gift, Moya will help, hurry up." ”

Bei Hanjing's tough face smiled.

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

His buttocks were bloody and seriously injured, and after resting, he erupted in 10,000 times the pain, and when Han Qing was drowsy and drowsy, he heard someone say in his ear: "I heard Princess Jing say, Master Ma has something important to talk to me about."

Han Qing opened his eyes in a daze and saw a huge back in front of him, covering all the light in front of him.

When Han Qing saw him coming, his heart calmed down slightly, he cheered up, swallowed his dry throat, and said, "That's right!"

Fan Moya turned around slowly, two strands of black hair perpendicular to his chest swayed slightly in the air, and his handsome face had a formulaic and unfamiliar smile.

Han Qing hated this person very much in his heart, lay on the bed, and asked unceremoniously: "You go and tell Bei Hanmo that I did not collaborate with the enemy and commit treason, but united with you to gain their trust to obtain the antidote, and then kill them all."

The smile on Fan Moya's face became more and more formulaic, posing as if the two were not familiar, looking at his pale and transparent cheeks, and said bluntly: "I'm sorry, Moya can't speak."

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 prevaricate himself with such a high-sounding reason.

Han Qing's face was ugly, and he smiled and threatened: "Lord Wuxiang, I must have forgotten the incident of that night at the Muyun Inn, if you are like this, I will also be able to break the net and reveal the true face of the Holy Son of Northern Han to thousands of believers."

Fan Moya didn't panic at all, and said with a smile: "The horse has evidence to prove that if you don't talk about this, it's just a joke."

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

Fan Moya's heart jumped, and he said without changing his face: "Oh, what kind of evidence?" He had already begun to recall in his heart that he had any personal belongings that were stolen by Han Qing.

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

Fan Moya leaned over to listen, Han Qing smiled and threatened: "Have you forgotten to wrap up, if I say that this Lord Wu Xiang gave me a token of love, do you say they believe it or not?"

Fan Moya frowned, the deeds of the curly are widely spread, if the world knows that he lost the bet and gave it away, it is inevitable that some people will think about it, although the curly is indeed fated with Han Qing.

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

Han Qing didn't expect him, and he didn't panic at all, secretly annoyed that he hadn't taken a few weighty things at the beginning.

Han Qing showed his hole cards, and he couldn't force it, so he could only flexibly change his strategy, lowered his head and pretended to be pitiful and said in a coquettish voice: "Lord Wuxiang, Han Qing is already your person, do you have to let me keep my voice down?"

The smile on the corner of Fan Moya's mouth finally really floated on Jun's face, sat down beside Han Qing, took him in his arms with a pleasant face, touched the dark circles under his eyes affectionately, and said, "Ah Qing, you should have done this earlier."

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

Fan Moya felt sorry for Han Qing after all, looking at his bloody buttocks that was beaten, thinking of his sexual life being blocked, and resenting his angry assassination.

Han Qing's bad virtues, he also knew for a long time that he should be more tolerant as a husband, and sure enough, the wool was still out of the sheep, and Han Qing was beaten on the buttocks, but he was uncomfortable.

Han Qing narrowed his eyes and pondered, now he was properly subdued, and coaxed Fan Moya to come forward to testify for himself, and after using him to get rid of the catastrophe, the ghost would continue to pay attention to him.

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

However, when he caught a glimpse of Han Qing's inevitable expression, thinking about how to retaliate, he was secretly shocked.

Unexpectedly, he made a trip to bite the gold halfway to overturn the case for Han Qing.

Fan Moya came forward and only said one word, and the unfavorable situation was immediately reversed, and Bei Hanmo naturally believed what Lord Wu Xiang said himself, and judged Yang Cheng's false testimony on the spot.

After the failure of the confrontation in Yangcheng's court, he took the initiative to admit that his purpose was to take the opportunity to take the position, and he never admitted the truth that he was bribed by the enemy country to frame Han Qing.

Han Qing received fifty boards, and he had already held a grudge, glanced at Yang Cheng, his face was full of information that you were dead, and said to Bei Hanmo: "Your Majesty, since he refuses to admit it, then leave it to me to deal with."

Bei Hanmo sold his favor by the way, and promised to hand over Yang Cheng to Han Qing to deal with it privately, but after Yang Cheng interceded for his wife and children, he hit his head on the pillar in the hall and returned to the sky with his life.

Han Qing watched his body being dragged away, and shouted in his heart that he would die happily.

Afterwards, Han Qing was released from prison, and Fan Moya privately wanted to make love with him again, but was ruthlessly refused.

Han Qing instantly turned his face, 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 Red Sleeves, you dare to touch the people in my mansion, and you still want to be happy with me, and there is no door."

Fan Moya stood quietly in front of the palace gate, and the slanting sun hit him Junwei, tailoring a handsome silhouette.

He looked at the people lying on the shelf from afar, his beloved wife on the left and his favorite concubine on the right, and was gradually carried out of the palace, and the amethyst rosary in his hand was slowly put down.

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

What if all the women died?