In the early spring, with the slight cold of winter snow, Bei Hanmo wrapped his padded jacket tightly and stepped up to keep up with his father's pace.

He is 17 years old, in the prime of youth, and his tall figure has vaguely surpassed his father Bei Hanhong.

Bei Hanhong went to the stone palace this time to ask the current emperor Shi Hu to give his eldest son an official position in the court.

After the two fathers and sons entered the palace, they chatted with sincerity, and then gave up the sedan chair and walked to see the saint, and the father and son were speechless along the way.

Bei Hanhong turned his head to look at the silent young man and shook his head secretly.

This eldest son doesn't talk much, likes to be quiet and doesn't like to make trouble, and when he has nothing to do, he likes to hide in the house with Hanshu and read all day, but fortunately the martial arts did not fall, otherwise he would have stopped it.

In these years, everything is chaotic, there is no way out of studying, he is the leader of the Northern Han tribe, and he also has to be begged for a living under the strong dragon Shihu.

"How's your martial arts doing?" Bei Hanhong has been fighting as a general all the year round, and to be honest, the affairs of the family are left to this eldest son and his wife.

"I've learned horseback riding, archery, and swordsmanship, and I've been looking at the art of war lately." Bei Hanmo rarely comes to the Stone Palace, and every time he comes, he can't help but sigh that every brick and tile of this palace is too extravagant.

"Well, what have your second brother and sister been doing lately?" Bei Hanhong nodded with satisfaction and asked about the situation at home.

Bei Hanmo thought of his sister Bei Hanjing, his cold and hard face softened slightly, and when he thought of the younger brother who made trouble and asked him to wipe his buttocks, he frowned again and said: "Jing'er, I like to dance with knives and guns, as for Ah Jian, he likes to fight with people in groups for three days."

"You are the eldest brother in the family, if there is anything bad about them, you have to correct the mistake in time. Wait a while, when you see the Stone King, you must be steady and not afraid. Bei Hanhong saw that there was a big hall in front of him, patted him on the shoulder, and said.

"Yes." Bei Hanmo replied seriously.

Before the father and son stepped up the stairs, a gorgeous blue bowl carried by eight people slowly came out of the palace, the bottom of the imperial bowl was in the form of a silver lotus, and the top and bottom were inlaid with gorgeous and dazzling gemstones, and there were ethereal gauze hanging around it, blocking the sight of ordinary people.

The person sitting here is the Holy Son Fan Moya, who is from the Western Regions, with a high and profound lotus law, on the way to the Central Plains in the east, he and the famous monks take turns fighting all the way to win many battles, and his reputation is famous, and he was personally invited back by the superstitious religion Shi Hu heard the sound, and when the gods were worshiped as treasures, the status of the stone country was extremely respectful and luxurious.

"The Son of Good Health ......"

The two fathers and sons hurriedly held their breath and knelt down to bow down.

"General Beihan, get up." There was a boy who was more than eight or nine years old, his face was ruthless and desireless, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two fathers and sons who were kneeling, and the cold voice was like a heavenly sound, coming from the sky, washing away the dirt and sin in people's hearts.

"Thank you, Son." Bei Hanhong and his son got up respectfully, and when they came back to their senses, they found that they were sweating all over their bodies, but the coercion and aura of this holy son were very powerful at a young age, and they often made people breathless.

"General Beihan, who is next to you?" Fan Moya's gaze stayed on the tall young man for a while, and his calm and calm voice made people tremble.

"Yu Shengzi, he is the dog Bei Hanmo."

"Do you like the Lotus Method?" Fan Moya looked directly at Bei Hanmo and asked.

Bei Hanmo lowered his head, restrained his excitement at seeing the idol and said, "I'm very happy."

"Raise your head and talk to me." When Fan Moya saw this young man, he didn't dare to look at him directly like everyone else, so he felt dissatisfied in his heart.

Bei Hanmo also vaguely heard the displeasure in his words, but he raised his head and crashed into a pair of silver holy eyes, and he forgot to say anything in an instant, it was the eyes of God, and it was blasphemy to even look at it if he was high, and the laity could only look up humbly, his cold and desireless, merciful and merciful eyes.

He just wanted to prostrate himself at his feet, to repent of his sins, to pray for his mercy and favor, and to take him out of the sea of suffering.

"Then you will come and listen to the scriptures every day." Fan Moya retracted his gaze and said quietly.

Bei Han Mo was stunned by this great favor, you must know that there are no more than ten people who can hear the scriptures in person from the Holy Son.

Bei Hanmo forgot to thank him, but Bei Hanhong came forward to thank his rude eldest son.

It wasn't until he passed the martial arts examination and the literary examination in a trance in front of King Shihu that Bei Han Mo woke up from the favor of being favored by the Holy Son.

"Your Majesty, let you be the imperial guard, this is a fat position, you have to behave well." Bei Hanhong was very satisfied with his son's performance in front of Shi Hu, and praised him with a rare smile.

"Yes." In Fan Moya's heart, this fat position is not as high as the honor of being appointed by the Holy Son as a believer who listens to the scriptures before driving.

Since then, he has been patrolling the palace every day, often meeting the Son.

Once, when he was on patrol, he saw the Holy Son taking off his shoes and stepping on the snow alone in the snow for the first time, Bei Hanmo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Holy Son, but be careful that your feet are frozen and the ground is dirty, I still ask someone to spread a lotus blanket and take you back."

"No, I like snow, they're so beautiful, even if I'm frozen, I'll be barefoot with them." The Holy Son stepped on the snow, and when he heard Bei Hanmo's words, he immediately put his feet on the snow and raised his eyebrows in refusal.

Bei Hanmo persuaded for a long time, but the Holy Son was unmoved, and he didn't dare to touch the Holy Son rashly. The Holy Son stepped on the snow and played happily until his feet were frozen and blue, and the smile did not disappear from the corners of his mouth. Until Our Lady came to pick up people, she insisted on taking off her shoes and stepping barefoot on the snow and refused to leave.

He has also discovered since then that once the Son is obsessed with something, ten cows cannot pull it back. In the future, he was deeply trapped in Han Qing's obsession, and he could vaguely understand that he had taken a crooked path.

"What's on your waist?" Before Fan Moya was picked up by the Virgin, he stared at the crystal clear brown sugar gourd on Bei Hanmo's waist and asked curiously.

"This is a sugar gourd for my little sister." Bei Hanmo handed the sugar gourd on his waist to the Holy Son.

"It's so beautiful, I've seen it on the sedan as I passed by the side of the road." Fan Moya stared at the sugar gourd and couldn't put it down.

Bei Hanmo felt sorry for him that he hadn't even eaten the sugar gourd that children often eat, so he gave it to him and told him: "Holy Son, it can be eaten, the outside is sugar, the inside is hawthorn, the taste is sweet and sour, you can taste it."

Fan Moya was then bought by this sugar gourd, and he later learned that the Holy Son was reluctant to eat it, so he stuck this sugar gourd at the head of the bed for a long time, and he had to look at it every day, until the weather was hot, and the saccharification attracted a lot of ants on the bed, and he was reluctant to throw it.

He didn't expect the Holy Son to cherish it so much, the things he gave away, and the thought that his sister Jing'er ate every day, he didn't fulfill the duty of worshipping the believer, and he couldn't help but feel guilty silently for a while.

Since then, Bei Hanmo has brought some children's toys to the Holy Son every few days, like a grasshopper made of straw, like a small windmill......

Fan Moya used to privately like to call Bei Han Mo as Brother Mo, until once his father Bei Hanhong found out about this matter, slapped him viciously, and said: "How can you let the Holy Son be called Brother, the Holy Son He is the Son of God, you can't get too close to him."

Bei Hanmo asked the Holy Son not to call him brother, and under his resentful eyes, he began to gradually distance himself from him, coupled with the change of official positions, the two met less and less, but small toys were often sent.

Later, because Shi Hu oppressed the Han people too much, tyranny and harsh government, the contradictions within the clan became more and more serious, and he was finally overthrown and usurped by the godson of the Han people.

Shi Hu's godson was an out-and-out anti-religious person, and as soon as he ascended to power, he expelled those who believed in the Black Lotus Sect, and Fan Moya bore the brunt.

At that time, Bei Hanmo planned to follow his father to leave the Stone Palace, go outside to work hard, and make a career on his own.

Bei Han Mo met Fan Moya who wanted to leave in the Stone Palace, they hadn't seen each other for more than three years at that time, but they had sporadic exchanges with each other through the transmission of things, and they were not strangers.

At that time, the young man was tall, tall and thin, but still as calm as the deep sea, and his eyes were always ruthless and desireless, but also a little confused and depressed.

"Holy Son, where are you going?" Bei Hanmo got under the car and asked Fan Moya, who was sitting in the carriage.

"Brother Mo, we're leaving." The boy may have realized that the days of being held up in this supreme position were coming to an end, and his tone was much softer, like a regretful goodbye between friends.

"Holy Son, where do you want to go?" Bei Han Mo also knew that the new emperor's methods against the Black Lotus Sect were very harsh, and Fan Moya was forced away, and as a devout believer, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Perhaps, go a little further." Fan Moya's eyes were a little confused, but he was not sad.

"Holy Son, do you trust me?" Bei Han Mo suddenly felt impulsive and enthusiastic in his heart, wanting to keep the faith in front of him, and not wanting the messenger of the gods to leave.

"Naturally, I believe it, why do you say so?" Fan Moya was slightly puzzled.

"Holy Son, are you willing to work with me to create a kingdom where all people believe in the Black Lotus Sect?" Fan Moya looked at the young man in front of him with heat.

"Can you?" Fan Moya asked him calmly.

"Yes, really, please trust me." Bei Hanmo had no bottom in his heart at this time, he lied for the first time in his life, but the expression on his face looked extremely sincere.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Fan Moya smiled slightly, he felt that he could give it a try.

Subsequently, Fan Moya left Shiguo, took away 120,000 believers, helped Fan Moya's father and son to lay down the country, and became one of the most important founding fathers of the Northern Han.

When Bei Hanmo was twenty-one years old, in order to gain political support, he married his childhood sweetheart's neighbor Wanhua, and the two lived a respectful life.

In the five or six years of their marriage, the couple has never quarreled, Bei Hanmo is not keen on the love affair between men and women, and there are very few concubines, plus he is devoted to government affairs, so he has nothing to do.

Bei Hanmo is actually not very sensitive to beauty, since he was a child, he thinks that many people look similar, until he meets a person, he knows that there is beauty and ugliness in this world.

That summer, as the king of the Northern Han, he led all the soldiers to start a war with Muyun.

At that time, every morning after dawn, he liked to hide at the door of the camp tent to read the military books or be in a daze, and there was a tree in that position that was somewhat sheltered, and ordinary people could not see him sitting there, but he could see all the people clearly.

Under his nose, the soldiers got up from their sleep, and they got up sleepily to wash, make fires, cook, and drill the formation, and he watched every move, but never said a word.

Few people know that Bei Hanmo's eyesight is very good, and things within a kilometer can be seen clearly, as they are in front of them.

He sat there for two or three days, and a little soldier silently caught his attention, the tent was about three hundred meters away from him, and every morning a little soldier would get up early.

Every morning when he stepped out of the tent, he would see the soldier go out early with a clean old wooden basin from the tent, draw a bucket of clean water from the well, spread his hair like a cloud by the well, and comb his hair with water.

The little soldier loves to be clean, every time he will wash his black face and neck, polish it white and delicate, and occasionally wipe his body with a cloth towel, he is very serious and careful when he does these things, his expression is calm and gentle, and he always has a trace of vigilance in his relaxed nerves.

He would often look at the man unconsciously until he had finished washing, and then blackened his face with coal dust before dawn.

After that, Bei Hanmo would get up very early every day, waiting for the little soldier to come out, and after watching him wash up, he continued to read with a hint of mental licking.

He went on like this for a long time, and he could find the soldier at a glance in the crowd, and sometimes silently watch what he had done all day.

Until one time, the little soldier disappeared for a long time, and he waited for several days without showing up, and he thought that the little soldier probably followed which general went to war, and might die on the battlefield, and sighed silently in his heart for several days, and never went out to read again.

At that time, when he was reading a book, he would occasionally cross the face with some brightness in his mind, and later he occasionally read the poem of the Han Li Yannian, which read: There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

He watched for a long time, until the sun set, and his chest was full of regret, and he couldn't breathe out when he held it in his chest.

He thought that in his lifetime, he was afraid that it would be difficult to see that person again. When his sister pulled a subordinate and ran over to ask him to marry, when he saw that bright face, he suddenly felt full of resentment and disgust.

"A man who has nothing to show for himself, why should he be blinded and unworthy of entering the room." He walked away angrily, leaving his sister in surprise and a depressed Han Qing.

Later, his sister pestered him for a long time, saying that the little soldier had a life-saving grace for her, and the two hoped to tie the knot together.