The wheels of the carriage quickly crushed over the bluestone slabs and drove towards the palace gate.

"Stop and check! Who's in there?" The guards at the gate showed their weapons, stopped the two carriages from a distance, and shouted.

The carriage gradually slowed down, the sedan curtain was lifted open by a hand, and a small man's face poked out from behind, and said: "Official, we are a mage in this car, and we just entered the palace today to exorcise evil spirits, and our mage is still hungry, so you can make it convenient for us to go out to eat."

As he spoke, he took out a few taels of silver from his waist and stuffed them into the guard's hand.

The guard weighed the silver, hooked the sedan curtain of the carriage behind him with his weapon, raised one foot and stepped on the sedan frame, inspected the many boxes inside, knocked on the wooden boxes with his weapon and said, "What is inside?"

"It's all sacrificial stuff." The servant opened one of the boxes, revealing his sacrificial clothes, and said.

"Well, let's go." The guard was about to lower the curtain when he suddenly heard a thump in the box.

"What's ringing?" The guard approached vigilantly, and the little servant pinched a handful of sweat, and quickly explained: "It's a chicken that hasn't been used up for the sacrifice, and it loves to peck at the box."

"Look." The little servant immediately opened the box, revealing a few tied chickens inside, and said to dispel the guard's suspicions.

"Okay, I'm well prepared, let's go." The guard retracted his feet and returned to his post as he spoke.

The little guy nodded quickly, went back to the first car, and let the driver drive.

There was a constant thumping sound from the carriage, and the guards opened the palace gate and let the group of priests out.

The sacrificial people, a deer drove towards the city, and rested at an inn, already dressed in civilian clothes, and his appearance was completely different.

The servants carried three large boxes out of the carriage and carried them all the way into the rooms of the inn.

Han Qing thought that he had been banned and now had no power to restrain the chicken, so he felt insecure, turned around and asked Fan Moya, "Can you mediate the medicine now and untie the forbidden gong dispersion on my body?"

Fan Moya shook his head and said, "I don't know what kind of forbidden gong powder you have now, and now you are also short of medicinal herbs, so I can only go back to Beihan to slowly detoxify you."

Han Qing stomped his feet irritably, walked to the three boxes, grabbed the middle box, opened the lid, and looked at Mo Xiangli who was tied hands and feet inside.

Grabbed her with difficulty, put her on the chair, pulled off the clothes she stuffed in her mouth, and said bitterly: "Yan'er, you will obediently follow me back to Beihan, and don't give me any more trouble along the way."

"Brother, I beg you to put me back and give me the antidote, Mu Yun can't live without him." Mo Xiangli jumped up, grabbed Han Qing, who had changed his appearance, and cried and begged.

"The emperor only needs to wait two more hours for the poison to reach the heart, and he will suffer the pain of anorectal severance until he vomits blood and dies, and tomorrow the whole world will know, hahaha.

I also felt that he was poisoned so easily when he died, and that it was too cheap for him, and that I must throw his body out of the grave in the future, and crush his bones and scatter ashes. Han Qing shook off Mo Xiangli's hand, and his unfamiliar face revealed hideous viciousness.

Mo Xiangli was taken aback, and said puzzledly: "Brother, why do you hate Tan Lang so much, he is so good."

"You know what! He's a bastard, a shameless dog!" Han Qing remembered that he was pressed by the jumping dog, and his face became more and more distorted.

Seeing that his brother's plea was ineffective, Mo Xiangli turned to kneel, pulled Fan Moya's black robe, and choked up and pleaded: "Archmage, please, give me the antidote."

Fan Moya's eyes showed pity, and he said calmly: "Girl, although this medicine is from me, if you want the antidote, you have to agree with your brother."

Fan Moya kicked the ball back to Han Qing and said.

"Brother, please, let the archmage give me the antidote, as long as you give me the antidote, I am willing to go back to Beihan with you willingly.

If Tan Lang dies, I will immediately commit suicide and go to the Yellow Spring with him, unless you don't want my sister. Mo Xiangli bit his tongue and said fiercely.

After Han Qing thought of her, he couldn't help but have a big head when he wanted to make a suicide scene anytime and anywhere, no! How did the two live after that.

"Fan Moya, give me the antidote." Han Qing stretched out his hand and said with a very stinky face.

Fan Moya's face showed a meaningful smile: "Your grace for saving me has been repaid, but you asked me for an antidote to save Emperor Muyun, and you also know that it will be difficult for me to return to the king."

It's actually okay to give you an antidote, as long as the horse master fulfills my wish, Mo Ya is willing to be punished by the king.

That's all for Mo Ya's words, if you want an antidote, you can come to my room at night. ”

Han Qing's face became ugly, and he viciously stuffed his clothes back into Mo Xiangli's mouth, and said bitterly: "If you dream, I won't beg you to give me an antidote, I wish that the dog emperor was dead."

Fan Moya smiled and didn't speak, turned his head to Mo Xiangli and said, "Girl, no one can solve Moya's poison, since your brother refuses to ask you for an antidote, I can only ask you to mourn."

Fan Moya elegantly put away his smile, turned around and left the room, and only the two brothers and sisters were left in the room.

Mo Xiangli looked at Han Qing's resolute side face, as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly stood up and slammed his head against the wall.

Han Qing sensed her intentions, and a second before her head hit the wall, he quickly grabbed her and scolded angrily: "You are crazy!"

Mo Xiangli looked at Han Qing with teary eyes, and there was a tragic sea in his eyes.

"You ......" Han Qing pointed at Mo Xiangli angrily, looking at her weak appearance, gritting her teeth but unable to speak.

"Do you know, what Fan Moya wants me to do in his room!" Han Qing pointed to the door angrily and said.

Mo Xiangli didn't speak, still looking at him with teary eyes.

Han Qing irritably circled in place, grabbed his hair and gritted his teeth and said: "He is a pervert who likes men, he wants to fuck me like a woman, do you understand now why I don't seek an antidote!"

Mo Xiangli's eyes widened in surprise, and then she understood that she and Tan Lang could only be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks underground, and as soon as their eyes were closed, they slammed into the wall resolutely.

Han Qing hurriedly grabbed her and said angrily, "Are you trying to force me to death!" Is it that if I don't save the dog emperor, you won't live?"

Mo Xiangli lowered his eyes and remained silent without speaking.

"Good! Good! Good! As long as you are willing to give it to me, I am willing to give it to Fan Moya!" Han Qing really couldn't do anything with her, so he slammed his fist against the wall angrily, gritted his teeth and said.

Mo Xiangli nodded silently.

Han Qing's eyes turned red instantly, grabbed Mo Xiangli and pressed her on the table, ripped off her clothes rudely, and scolded with a stinky face: "Okay, then I'll do what you want, I'm not happy, and you don't want to be happy!"

Mo Xiangli silently endured the anger that Han Qing poured out like a beast, tearing one drop after another, smashing on the ground, slapping out a desperate splash.

Tanlang, I'm sorry Yan'er is going to betray our pure love.

Love is always ridiculous, and sometimes it's either betrayal of the loved one or betrayal of the loved one.

In the dark night, Mo Xiangli lay on the bed and was extremely tired, tearfully watching Han Qing indifferently put on his clothes and leave silently.

After an hour, the little guy next to Fan Moya personally sent the antidote and said to her:

"Master Pony, let me tell you something, he will wait for you for three days. The horses downstairs are ready, time is running out, you go to the palace. ”

Mo Xiangli pinched the box of antidote with his fingers, his dry eyes, although he cried heartbreakingly, he couldn't shed a single tear.

Mo Xiangli heard the words of the little girl, sobbed and immediately ran downstairs, rode away, and said in his heart: "Tanlang, you must hold on, Yan'er is here to save you."

In the palace, at this time, the imperial doctors surrounded Xiao Jingyu, so anxious that they were helpless, waiting for death in pain to completely take away their good emperor who was diligent and loved the people.

The ministers were outside the bed, and they had already begun to quarrel with each other and discuss who to appoint as the new emperor, and the loud voices were heard clearly by the people inside.

Li Junye and Yan Zijin looked at Xiao Jingyu, who was blue and dark, each held a hand, and asked with tears in their eyes: "Jingyu, what else do you want?" Who do you want to meet? ”

When Xiao Jingyu heard this, tears silently slid down his face, and his phoenix eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

He still has too many grand plans that have not yet been realized, and Muyun's northern territory has not yet been recovered, so he can't see the situation of great unification.

He hasn't enjoyed life yet, and since he ascended the throne, he hasn't left the palace for a single step, and he reads and recites until bedtime every night, and rarely spoils the harem.

In retrospect, being an emperor is really boring, and it is not as pleasant as when I was a prince before, touring the mountains and rivers, occasionally visiting the green house and the market with Yan Zijin.

Also, Han Qing, a peerless beautiful man, has not yet been conquered, and he has escaped again, he is really unwilling!

He still has no heirs, and it's funny to watch this group of ministers arguing about who to appoint as emperor!

"There's nothing to say, Gao Sheng, you go and bring Mo Xiangli here." Xiao Jingyu thought about it carefully, the only person in this palace who was still worthy of his affection was probably her.

When Gao Sheng heard this, he left with a sad face, and when he came back, he said heavily: "Mei Meiren, not in the palace."

"I'm afraid she was taken away by Han Qing, that's it, that's it." Xiao Jingyu sighed and shook his head, suddenly covered his stomach again, his face twitched hideously, and he screamed in pain.

Li Junye and Yan Zijin immediately stuffed a soft cloth into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

The two secretly hated themselves, they couldn't bear the pain of breaking their liver and intestines for their friends, so they could only hold him down to prevent him from grabbing the wall with his head.

At the end of a wave of pain, Xiao Jingyu's face was pale and bloodless, soaked with sweat, and he collapsed against the head of the bed.

Li Junye took off the soft cloth in his mouth, he coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Zijin immediately became nervous, and turned around helplessly and hurriedly asked the chief physician, "Why did he vomit blood?"

The chief physician hurriedly stepped forward to check the pulse, and said with a solemn face: "This poison is too domineering, I'm afraid it has already invaded the heart, I'm afraid there is no antidote, I'm afraid it's ......."

The imperial doctor didn't say any more, Xiao Jingyu smiled mockingly, and said to them: "Don't be in vain, after I die, remember to leave Mo Xiang, kill Han Qing, let them go to the bottom of the Yellow Spring, and accompany me."

"Han Qing is so hateful, he actually took Mo away at this time! It's in vain that you are so pampered, she is not by your side when you need it!"

Yan Zijin patted the edge of the bed angrily and said, feeling very sad for his friend, resentful that Mo Xiangli was not by Xiao Jingyu's side when he needed it.

Li Junye nodded heavily, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a towel for him, and promised: "We will definitely bring Mo Xiangli and Han Qing to your mausoleum."

Xiao Jingyu nodded with a wry smile and continued: "It's a pity that I can't see the three of you, so you will send me away together."

After my death, you can release Murong Yi from the cold palace, as for whether her status as the queen can be restored, it all depends on Rong Bai. ”

Li Junye and Yan Zijin nodded sadly when they thought of Murong Bai who had left them.

Xiao Jingyu coughed more and more, blood came out of the water, and even Jinpa couldn't finish wiping it.

Xiao Jingyu's phoenix eyes became brighter and brighter, and his originally pale face suddenly turned rosy, and he said with a smile: "It's great that my stomach doesn't hurt now."

Everyone became more and more sad when they saw him returning, and Mo Xiangli was still on the way to come at this time......