When the rain is clear, it is a cry left in the clouds, and it is the broken soul and loneliness of the people in the world who cry to the corner.

During the Qingming Dynasty, the grass is drowned in the rain and dew, and it is the love of the people who left the world to die and live.

If you are 100 years old and worry-free, 1000 years old without death, long live without separation, how can you envy the immortals!

Han Qing was quietly on the windowsill, staring at the lonely wind chimes hanging under the eaves, and his thoughts spread out of the sky through the fine and dense rain with a soft crisp sound.

Murong Bai, who was patrolling downstairs, looked up, saw Han Qing's figure standing alone, and thought: He should be lonely, I don't know who is lonely?

Han Qing was imprisoned alone on the second floor of the Jinque Palace, the first floor was used as a place for the soldiers to rest and rest, and the entrance and exit were guarded by the guards.

"What did he do this morning?" Murong Bai went up to the second floor and asked the steward palace maid as usual.

"After breakfast, it's like standing in front of the window two days ago, and I haven't left." After the palace maid owed, her eyes glanced at Han Qing's location, and told her truthfully.

"Hmm." As far as Murong Bai's eyes could see, the room was empty, only a bed, a screen, a table, and a stool remained, and there was nothing left, no wonder he was in a daze every day.

The original dense braids on Han Qing's head were all dissolved, and the lush black hair that grew to the thighs was somewhat naturally curled, and the end of the tail was loosely tied with a red gauze ribbon with a golden bell, revealing a bit of laziness.

Han Qing was wearing a different narrow-sleeved tunic with a black coat today, standing upright in front of the window, becoming more and more infinitely graceful and unpredictable.

Murong Bai looked at his distracted silhouette for a moment, then turned around and went down the stairs to leave.

Han Qing stood at the window, looking at the figure of Murong Bai Xinchang downstairs, the figure that was steadily leaving, lazily turned his head to look at the palace maid who was peeking at him, and slowly said, "Moon Shadow, I'm hungry."

"The colt is standing in front of the window in the morning, and it is almost noon that he should be hungry, so I will go and prepare lunch at once." Moon Shadow approached and replied, just turning around to go downstairs, Han Qing grabbed her wrist with her long arm.

Moon Shadow looked at the slender and powerful hand on her wrist and looked at Han Qing suspiciously.

"Remember to add a little more spicy." Han Qing's fingertips gently brushed her white skin.

Moon Shadow's face quietly became unnatural, and there was some budding in his eyes, and he responded in a panic and hurried downstairs.

Han Qing looked condescendingly at the distant moon shadow, seeing that she was still touching her wrist lovingly, she turned her head and quietly glanced up at him, Han Qing projected a gaze at her, and she was so frightened that she immediately lowered her head.

Han Qing looked at her disappearing figure, and her exploitative lips hooked a trace of cunning depth.

Near noon, the light rain gradually stopped, and Murong Bai, dressed in an almond-colored wide coat with sleeves, walked through the noise of the market, and was about to rush home for lunch.

I happened to see some students coming in and out of the bookhouse on the side of the road, and remembered Han Qing's appearance in a daze every day, so he stepped on the door and asked the shopkeeper: "What is the hottest word of the day?"

The shopkeeper looked left and right, and stealthily took out a wooden box from under the table, and when he pulled out the plank, three books were revealed.

Facing Murong Bai, he whispered mysteriously: "These three books are the hottest books now, they are written in Jiu robe, Taicheng is out of stock, and I won't sell other people's ten taels of silver, for General Mu's sake, these books will be discounted by half for you, and you will take five taels."

Murong Bai couldn't cry or laugh, what kind of book is this, it costs ten taels of silver. However, Murong Bai never liked to ask about these trivial things, so he happily took out the money, wrapped up the book and went home for dinner, planning to go back to the palace and bring it to Han Qing.

I remembered that when I went out two days ago, my seven-year-old niece Mu Zhi yelled that she wanted to eat the red bean cake of Tongji, so she bought it with her hand, and when she paid the silver, she temporarily asked the shopkeeper to mention it more.

Han Qing's gaze fell from Murong Bai's quiet face to the red bean pastries and three books on the table, and he was a little surprised for a while, and then asked, "Are these all for me?"

Murong Bai nodded, untied the thin rope wrapped in oil paper with his own hands, twisted a piece of red bean cake and handed it to Han Qing's lips, and said, "Tongji's red bean cake is famous in the city, try it."

Han Qing opened his mouth and took a bite, the red bean cake was sweet in the mouth, and the sand was soft and delicious.

Han Qing swallowed the pastry, a hint of shyness appeared between his eyebrows, and thanked him in a low voice.

Murong Bai's eyes were as cold as a star, and he said sincerely: "If you like it, I will bring it to you every day in the future."

Han Qing held the pastry, looked at the warm smile in his eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Why are you so good to me?"

"Good need a reason?" Murong Bai asked rhetorically.

Han Qing happily bloomed a small flower in his heart, but his face was still indifferent, and he said arrogantly threateningly: "It's better to be like you said, if I find out that you are approaching me with a purpose, don't blame me for being polite."

Murong Bai wore a crown at the beginning of the Double Ten this year, the youngest of the four beauties of Muyun, but he was the youngest and the most old, he had always loved purity, few words, and liked to study the art of war.

Yan Zijin has been ranked third in 22 years, and has always been flexible and talkative, and likes to be lively.

Li Junye is twenty-three years old, with the most estranged and casual personality, and likes strange things.

Xiao Jingyu is twenty-four years old, with the most easy-going and humorous personality, and likes to pull red lines.

Although the age difference between the few people is a few years old, there is no barrier, and they talk about everything, Murong Bai has always been disliked by acquaintances on weekdays, but he talks a lot more in front of Han Qing.

"Huh." Murong Bai couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth when he heard Han Qing's cold threat.

"The last time you were in the cave, did you still count?" Han Qing picked up another piece of red bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth, raised his eyes to look at him and said.

"Count." Murong Bai said.

"Let's talk about it first, there are no friends in front of the country on the battlefield, and when the sword has no eyes, and the conspiracy is coming, don't blame me for not treating you as a friend." Han Qing picked out the words, his black and pure eyes, looked at Murong Bai's bright starry eyes and said.

"Okay, our friendship is only private, and Yu Gong comes according to their respective positions." Murong Bai grinned his neat and bright white teeth, stretched out his hand and promised.

Han Qing shook the equally slender hand, but he didn't expect that this grip would be a lifetime.

"In the future, you will call me Hualang in private, this is my nickname." Han Qing's fingers dipped in tea and wrote these words on the table.

The nickname was given by his biological mother, and the last person who called this name last time was a friend in his army.

"My nickname is Nai Yulin, but the elders in the family call me so." Murong Bai also learned from him, dipped his fingers in the teacup, and handed over his nickname.

"Yulin, you have to bring me this pastry tomorrow." Now that the two are acquainted, Han Qing asked unceremoniously, but there are two more points of closeness in his words.

"Hanarang, it's a glutton." Murong Bai called out this name, and his mood couldn't help but feel a little better.

"You bring a chess piece tomorrow, we will play, this time is locked here, I am about to grow grass." Han Qing bit the red bean cake and complained dissatisfiedly with his cheeks, and Murong Bai poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him to prevent him from choking.

"No problem, by the way, why did you faint in the palace last time." Murong Bai asked puzzled, Han Qing reached out to take the tea, and his long eyes immediately aimed at him cautiously.

Murong Bai smiled, showed three fingers, and promised: "This is a private matter, I won't say it."

"When I escaped from Sima Huan, I was drenched in the rain all night, and my body was not very comfortable, and finally I fainted when I couldn't stand it."

Han Qing thought of his sister and unswervingly liked the emperor, and his heart was haggard, and his bright face was a little darker.

"He's gone too far." Murong Bai thought of Sima Huan's sadistic brutality in Han Qing, and his angry fists secretly clenched.

Han Qing's eyes rolled, swept away a little of the fading, and paid attention to Murong Bai, who was secretly indignant. It is better to find out more about the enemy from Murong Bai's mouth, so that he can know himself and the enemy.

"How did you investigate the poisoning?" Han Qing pinched the teacup and asked lazily.

"There is still no clue, and there is insufficient evidence on both sides." Murong Bai explained honestly.

"You can't find out, so you keep keeping me locked up like this? I don't think you want to let me go. Han Qing looked at the shackles on his hands and feet, very dissatisfied, and smashed the cup on the table, with a bit of anger in his words.

"This is helpless, it is a matter of the emperor's life, you can't let go of any suspicious person, if you are not poisoned, you will definitely be returned to a clean house in the end, and Rong Bai will personally send you back to the place where you should return." Murong Bai said righteously.

Han Qing thought that after the incident, he had only seen the emperor once, and the person who intervened in the investigation of the matter was mainly Murong Bai, supplemented by Yan Zijin. The matter did not reach the point of being between the two countries, and I am afraid that there were no more than ten people who knew all about it.

"I see that your emperor doesn't take this matter much to heart, and I don't see him paying too much attention to it, besides, Sima Huan and Concubine Rong are suspicious, but I don't see you about them, just I am too bullying."

"The emperor has a lot of opportunities, and he has no time to doppelgänger, so naturally we courtiers will share the worries, this matter is still more suspicious of Mei Meiren, and the physical evidence is found from under Mei Meiren's pillow, and the circumstantial evidence of her innocence is not sufficient, and the suspicion has not been cleared.

The emperor now lets her go back to the Mei Pavilion, and treats you with food and drink, which is generous and benevolent enough. ”

Murong Bai said calmly, Han Qing's anger dropped by three points.

"Have you checked the ingredients and origin of the poison?" Han Qing asked.

"After checking, the poison also came from the north, and a few of the medicinal herbs came from the south, which is not enough to prove anything. However, the thin-necked bottle containing poison has been identified, and it is the only long crane bottle in the Northern Han Palace. ”

Murong Bai stared at the change in the expression on Han Qing's face, and his tone was a little subtle, implying that it was Han Qing who was the most suspicious.

Han Qing sneered and said disdainfully: "Since the poison can imitate the Northern Cold, as long as the bottle is snacked, why can't you get it?" Sima Huan's rebellious heart is even clear to me, an outsider.

A little harem concubine, how can she get the Northern Cold Poison, there must be someone behind her back, and the tail of her actions is swept so cleanly, if you say that you don't hide the trouble, I don't even believe it. ”

What Han Qing said was also where several of them suspected Sima Huan.