Northern cold between the five years of Ming, summer.

The Muhan War had just ended, and the civil strife between religion and the royal family was staged without urgency.

The Northern Han royal family accused Fan Moya, the holy son of the Black Lotus, of usurping the throne of the rebel king Beihan Jian, and * the two major crimes of Concubine Zhen of the harem, and removed her from her position and all domestic positions.

The Black Lotus Holy Son refused to admit his guilt, clarified with the Northern Han royal family to no avail, failed in peace negotiations, and the two parties broke completely.

Unexpectedly, Fan Moya, the Holy Son of the Black Lotus, incited more than 400,000 Black Lotus Sect members to follow him, and went to the northwest in a negative spirit.

Beihan Mo, the king of the Northern Han, sent the princess and his wife to lead an army of 180,000 to chase after him.

This was the largest and most serious civil strife in the history of the Northern Han Dynasty.

On the vast land, a cat-and-mouse game is being staged that is in close pursuit and has no gunsmoke.

A black wood brocade carriage led a large number of soldiers and civilians to flee for their lives, and a conversation came out of the carriage.

"Holy Son, because we have traveled day and night, many of us in the army are old, sick, weak and disabled, and many of us are physically unable to bear it.

Beihan Mote was ungrateful and aggressive, and sent Han Qing and his wife to lead a well-trained ghost army to bite us and not give it out.

There are many of us, so why be afraid, bear with this, and please quickly order the army to fight back. ”

A general came to Fan Moya's carriage with the opinions of the crowd and his feet full of mud, knelt respectfully on the ground on his knees, and urgently kowtowed to report it.

Fan Moya slowly opened his eyes, his handsome face was as calm and peaceful as ever, stretched out his hands to stop his stupid and naïve behavior, and shook his head slowly at him.

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

Inside the carriage, spotless, clean, lit with agarwood incense for meditation, the Holy Son still did not forget to make a noon fix in the escape, this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, invisibly relieved the general's anxiety and pressure.

Fan Moya looked at the general, his tight brows gradually loosened, and he asked with a pleasant face, "Have you calmed down now?"

The general nodded hesitantly, Fan Moya nodded, and said earnestly: "Then, now we will start talking, I understand all your concerns."

Two days ago, I received a message from Dongmu that they were on their way, and in about three days, we would be able to meet them.

If we go to war now, we will sacrifice innocent lives instead, although Bei Hanmo is mediocre for a while, he listens to the words of traitors and wants to be unfavorable to me.

But the people of Beihan are our own compatriots, and we can't waste everyone's lives because of what Beihan Mo has done wrong, even if Lotus God is afraid that his children cannibalism will not bear to kill each other.

Therefore, please go back and inform the army to speed up, and I will send someone to calm the mood of the believers below, and treat those who are sick in the army. ”

Fan Moya's behavior and words were reasonable, and the general was very convinced in his heart, and he was very moved, nodded and said firmly: "Holy Son, please rest assured, I will do a good job of the brothers below, we fully support your decision, you are our light."

Fan Moya nodded with satisfaction.

The general looked at the glowing and handsome Holy Son, and said in his heart: "The Holy Son is so holy in character and so kind-hearted, and in this world where life is worthless, he still cares about their cheap lives, he is really a god sent by God to save them.

The royal family of Beihan is really shameless, the poor holy son, who was obviously poisoned and coerced by Beihanjian to participate in the usurpation of the throne, is pitiful enough, and was misunderstood.

They wronged the Holy Son for raping Bei Hanmo's concubine, which is really outrageous.

The Holy Son is so handsome, it will only attract women to send it to the door, how can they still bewitch women, this must be because they are afraid that the Holy Son is too powerful, and they deliberately falsely framed him, which is too hateful and unforgivable!"

The general thought indignantly, and when he came back to his senses and was about to retreat, he noticed the filthy mud on his feet and the white blanket of the Holy Son, and scratched his head embarrassedly, and quickly confessed.

The Holy Son smiled slightly, not blaming him at all, and adding to the charm and faith of his Divine Son.

Fan Moya looked at the quiet carriage again, leaned back on the low table, stared at the dirty carpet, frowned in disgust, opened his mouth to summon the boy, brought the scarce clean water in the army, provided him with his hands, and threw the carpet away.

Fan Moya looked at the velvet blanket that had been replaced, and felt much more comfortable, thinking of Han Qing, who was chasing after him closely, because he didn't start a war, and gritted his teeth angrily, his thin lips showed a funny smile.

Ah, you're so ruthless! deliberately concealed the news that I was alive, and when I assisted Bei Hanjian in usurping the throne, he immediately jumped out and condemned me to death.

This trap is really perfect, killing many birds with one stone, and it really deserves to be the person I fancied.

But your stone is with me, and you can be regarded as lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot.

Bei Hanmo, you are really disappointed, now that you see me running away with a large number of people, I regret that I even have green intestines, I should not be able to help it, come and beg me to go back in person, hehe......

At this moment, Bei Hanmo really regretted not being at the beginning, he didn't expect that Fan Moya's belief was so deeply rooted and so closely combined with his royal power.

When a large number of citizens heard that he had committed a crime, they did not believe it at all, but were instigated to follow Fan Moya to run away, and they really picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons.

From this point of view, the move of forcibly pulling Fan Moya off the altar not only did not benefit half of the people, but made the people flee, causing his kingdom to collapse.

Now that I think about it, Fan Moya brought 120,000 troops to help him create the Northern Han together, and attracted the people all the way, making the people of the Northern Han unprecedentedly united, which is indeed more beneficial than disadvantageous.

Although Fan Moya was tempted to corrupt his personal morality, raped Han Qing, and intervened in his sister's family, he did not do other bad things, and he was still within the scope of tolerance.

A piece of paper flying geese passed the book, "Be sure to persuade Fan to return, and the loss will be minimized." "The eleventh character of Beihan Mo was personally opened, and he slipped in the hands of Han Qing.

Bei Hanmo's helpless cover-up and compromise with the criminals completely chilled the hearts of Han Qing and his wife.

"Brother Wang, how can you ...... like this" Ye Hehua stared at the thin piece of paper and muttered unevenly beside him.

"Beauty ......" Bei Hanjing faced Han Qing with a wordless silent look, and her heart ached.

Han Qing raised his stiff hands, blinked his eyes, and said with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth: "I...... Will persuade Fan Moya to return. ”

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

"Beauty ......"

"Brother-in-law......"

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

A game of chasing finally came to a halt in Han Qing's active peace, and the two sides were finally able to breathe.

"Holy Son, Han Qing said that he would find you alone and talk about returning to Beihan." The boy reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the beautiful man, and came to the carriage to say goodbye.

"Hehe, you let him tell me in person." Fan Moya put down the book in his hand and chuckled and made a request.

Han Qing sat on a black horse, his whole body was clean, wearing a robe as red as fire, and his fair skin was particularly dazzling in the crowd.

What was different today was that he wore a beautiful string of long jeweled earrings on his left ear, which set off his neck to become more slender.

When he heard the smug voice of someone in the carriage, he secretly hated in his heart, rolled his eyes, patted the horse's buttocks and said angrily: "Fan Moya, come out quickly."

The sect members thought to themselves, the Northern Han royal family was still so arrogant in making mistakes, and it was best for the Holy Son not to forgive them.

A black shadow swept out of the carriage in an instant, and he sat firmly on Han Qing's horse, and his hand naturally rested on Han Qing's thin waist.

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

Han Qing slandered unhappily in his heart: You are the demon, your whole family is a demon!

Fan Moya grinned and said with a reassuring smile: "You guys first stay in place and rest, and listen to my command when I come back."

The cultists nodded convincingly, and began to give each other orders to rest on the spot.

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

Horses swept swiftly across trickling streams, swept over green meadows, and roamed freely across the wilderness.

In the face of the prostitute in his clothes, Han Qing neither refused nor accepted, did not say a word, and did not change his face and moved forward bravely.

Fan Moya knew his intentions, deliberately did not reveal it, took advantage of the scoundrel, and waited for the two sides to officially negotiate the price, but Han Qing was very calm, and he didn't say a word all the way.

Seeing that he had driven far enough this way, Fan Moya took the initiative to circle Han Qing's lean waist, and lightly touched the horse's back with his toes to sweep a boulder, allowing the horse to run freely.

"Ah Qing, are you dressed up so beautiful for me today?" Fan Moya lifted his jaw, his fingers grazing over the beautiful string of long jeweled earrings.

Han Qing didn't want to admit that he was dressing up nicely in order to increase his negotiation capital.

"I apologize, I deliberately made a mistake for you before, you can come back." Han Qing stared at Fan Moya with careful eyes, and said earnestly and pleaded.

"Oh? My requirements are also very simple, first of all, you advertise the world to divorce Bei Hanjing, live separately, and be my lover in secret.

Second, after returning to Beihan, Bei Hanmo personally came to apologize to me and restore all my positions and rights, and Bei Hanmo had to promise not to stop and participate in anything with me.

How can you be dressed up for today? Fan Moya pressed his shirt down, his fingers crossed his magnificent eyebrows, and he curled the corners of his mouth and said.

"Yes." Han Qing looked at the green grass growing vigorously in the boulder potholes, and slowly closed his eyes, the cheap grass still knew that it was in a difficult situation and grew savagely, why couldn't he?

In the scattered corners of the clothes, a tear slipped down the corner of the eye, fell on the boulder, and was ruthlessly evaporated by the warm sun, who said that everything is fair.

Fan Moya's fingers brushed his chest, the growing demonic red lotus, in the face of this approaching silent provocation, a trace of deep danger flashed in his silver eyes.

"Xiao Jingyu, is it? I'm here to see who can get his heart first......"

The first battle between the Black Lotus Sect and the Northern Han royal family was a complete victory, so what was the result of the next fight?