The birds chirp in spring, the dead grass turns green, and the winter passes away in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning with the cold spring cold, Bei Hanjing slowly opened her eyelashes, stretched out her slender fingertips, and touched the damp heat left on her lips, with some lost fascination in her dark brown eyes.

Her snort was filled with the faint and cold fragrance of the beauty's body, and her bed was ambiguously entangled and crushed, with a little more wrinkles, showing the lingering love of the previous moment.

"Don't tell others, about your poisoning, I'm going to disappear for a while, don't believe the words of others, I'll come back again."

In the dream, he crossed the antidote into her throat, probed back the sweet and soft tongue, and the careful advice still echoed in her ears, with a hot and humid intimacy, tapping her heart tightly, making people constantly sink into the mire and difficult to extricate.

In reality, the maid Xiao Hun brought the bad news that Brother Wang was assassinated to death by Han Qing early in the morning, and poured a basin of cold water on her, which cooled down her hot nerves and extinguished her sweet dream a moment ago.

Bei Hanjing ignored her newly recovered body, supported the bed with her palms, hurriedly jumped out of bed, couldn't wait to put on her shoes, and ran to Brother Wang's tent in a panic.

Outside the camp tent, there were solemn-looking soldiers in layers, guarding the undead of Beihan Mo and prohibiting others from entering.

The soldiers saw Bei Hanjing's hair draped, carrying billowing dust, surging over, and the fight in their hands was too late to stop, so they were pushed away by Bei Hanjing's brute force.

"Princess Jing-" The soldiers were about to pull Bei Hanjing out, but when they saw her lying on Bei Hanmo's body and crying, they were stunned.

After Bei Hanjing lifted the curtain, her eager steps slowed down, and she stared at the corpse in the middle of the room in disbelief.

The camp tent was still filled with the smell of blood after it had cooled, and the thick carpet was also stained with dark brown marks after the blood had cooled, and Han Qing's saber had always been parked next to the corpse in a wooden pallet.

Bei Hanjing covered her mouth, and slowly approached the sleeping Bei Hanmo, and the whimpering in her throat leaked out from her fingers.

She fell on her brother like she was a child, and she cried and wailed like a wronged little girl, but a thousand words were blocked in her heart.

Why, she was hit by Xiao Jingyu's poisonous palm and woke up from a coma?

Why, the beauty left in a hurry after feeding her the antidote this morning?

Why, Brother Wang died under Han Qing's butcher's knife?

The truth was connected one after another, forcing her closer to her, and she couldn't breathe.

Han Qing actually sacrificed Brother Wang in order to save her, I'm afraid this was the order of that Muyun Emperor! She couldn't forgive herself, she couldn't forgive Han Qing, and she couldn't forgive Xiao Jingyu.

In Bei Hanjing's grief, there were more and more people around her, and they were full of uncontrollable emotions, all of them came to collect debts from her, asking her to hand over Han Qing, who had disappeared after assassinating the queen.

Bei Hanjing didn't know where Han Qing was, she knelt firmly beside Brother Wang, holding his cold corpse, her backbone was about to be poked out of a hole by everyone, and she couldn't breathe under the pressure of the huge sin.

Everyone forced her to hand over Han Qing and give an explanation, who did she let give her an explanation?

If she knew, she would have grabbed him by the collar and asked, why did he kill Brother Wang ruthlessly, there were thousands of ways to save her, why did she choose the most cruel one!

Bei Hanjing didn't know how she got through the difficult situation that day in their accusatory and hateful eyes, she seemed to have seven souls and six spirits with the dead of Brother Wang, as if they had gone together.

Bei Hanjing never believed that Han Qing would kill her brother, but the second brother Bei Hanjian personally told her that it was Han Qing who killed Bei Hanmo, so it was impossible for the second brother to lie to her!

Bei Hanjing chose to believe that between Han Qing and her second brother, the balance was tilted.

Han Qing's charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason has been firmly determined, and no matter how she explains it, no one believes it.

Bei Hanjing doesn't know what she should do?

Personally find out that Han Qing killed him and avenge her brother, she couldn't do it!

Watching Han Qing being killed by everyone in person, she couldn't do it!

went to kill Xiao Jingyu in person, she couldn't do it!

Bei Hanjing resented that her strength was too small and she couldn't do anything.

In order to repent, she knelt in front of the corpse without eating or drinking for three days and three nights to atone for her sins.

Han Qing made a mistake, what did it have to do with her, people's lost reason gradually returned, and they began to sympathize with Bei Hanjing who was betrayed by her husband and her brother who was killed by her husband.

The relationship between Mu Yun and Bei Han, with the death of Bei Han Mo, began to be tense again, and they hurriedly elected a new king under the cold bones of Bei Han Mo.

Bei Hanjing looked at the second brother helplessly and sadly, he was elected as the king under the support of everyone, he has always been a main battle faction, and the news of the peace war is probably going to fall through.

Bei Hanjing was powerless to stop them, sharpening his knife Huo Huo wanted to continue fighting, listening to the loud slogans in the barracks, he sighed, if the eldest brother was here, what would he do?

"Sister Wang, you can eat something." Ye Hehua personally brought the food, picked up chopsticks and fed it to her mouth, but was refused.

"Hehua, you are the most honest, do you believe that Han Qing killed my brother?" Bei Hanjing stretched out her hand to push away the chopsticks, and her eyes, which had always been heroic and sharp, were full of fragility at the moment, wanting to seek a fulcrum.

"Brother-in-law Huang, he has always done things in a measured manner, and I don't believe he will do this." Ye Hehua took the already cold meal, stood behind Bei Hanjing, and said with a sigh.

"You believe him, I don't know whether I should trust him or not." Bei Hanjing lowered her head, laughed at her stupidity, just smiled and laughed, and sad tears fell on the carpet again.

Bei Hanjing has always been a woman who has tears and does not flick, but she has been unable to control her weak tears and conquer her weakness recently.

Ye Hehua shook his head, not knowing what to say, to comfort the woman in front of him.

"Alas, brother-in-law Huang, it really hurts her to leave her sister alone." Ye Hehua lifted the curtain of the tent, brought the meal that was completely cold back to the kitchen, and said pitifully.

Ye Hehua had just put down the dishes and chopsticks, but his head was attacked from behind, and a hard stone was lying quietly on the ground, wrapped in a layer of paper.

He unfolded the paper and saw the familiar Crazy Juan font, on which it was written: "See you under the third tree in the back mountain."

Ye Hehua pinched the note, followed Han Qing's footsteps, hurried to the back mountain, and just stopped under the tree, he was smashed on the head again.

Ye Hehua covered his forehead, looked at the tree pitifully, and saw Han Qing, who had not been seen for many days, sitting on the tree pole with his sleeves crossed, and all the tension in his heart was put down.

"Brother-in-law Huang, don't come back, they're all arresting you." Ye Hehua raised his head and said to Han Qing, who was covered with black hair and half of the wooden face.

"Hehe, why don't you report me, maybe you can get a big official in front of Bei Hanjian?" Listening to his words of persuasion, Han Qing tilted his head slightly, hooked the corners of his lips and asked with interest.

"Brother-in-law Huang, I know you're not that kind of person, and I don't think it's likely that you will kill the king."

Ye Hehua mustered up the courage to say, Han Qing covered his mouth and chuckled, took off the wooden mask on his face, and the eyebrows and eyes on his beautiful face were crooked and the smile was very strong, like a glamorous night demon under the moonlight.

Although Ye Hehua has no feelings for men, he still can't help but look at it stupidly.

"There is no mistake in your choice!" Han Qing walked lightly, jumped off the tree, put his arm on his shoulder, and said.

"Now, I need an assistant, I'll go and lure your imperial sister away, and you can help me steal Bei Hanjian's body out." As soon as Han Qing's words fell, Yahweh's mouth opened wide in horror.

"Hehua, if this game of chess is successful, you will win if you stand in the right position." Han Qing's words stopped, and Ye Hehua sensitively heard from his words that this matter was not simple.

Although he still had hesitation in his heart, more than half of his body was already standing in Han Qing's camp.

Bei Hanjing knelt in front of the corpse, hungry and tired, sleepy, her eyelids kept closing, the curtain was quietly lifted, and a sudden cold wind suddenly made her drowsy head sober.

The black shadow in front of him, under the dim light and candlelight, picked up Bei Hanmo's body and walked out of the door.

"Han Qing, stop!" Bei Hanjing woke up quickly, grabbed the short knife next to the bed, and immediately stood up, her leg staggered to the ground because of her long kneeling.

Although Bei Hanjing was a few steps behind, she chased after her relentlessly, separated from Han Qing by some distance, and saw him hand over the body of Brother Wang to another man in black from a distance, and went in two opposite directions.

The two men in black scattered and taught her more than who to chase.

Bei Hanjing stomped her feet, gritted her teeth and chose Han Qing to chase after her, it was time for all the answers to be given to her.

"Stop! Han Qing, I know it's you. Bei Hanjing called Han Qing, who had been fleeing, behind her back, and the figure in front of her slowed down with her words, and finally turned around.

Although he was masked, she only needed a back to recognize him.

"I've worked hard for you for the past three days." Han Qing grabbed the black cloth underneath, saw her red and haggard face, the coldness of her fine eyes turned into guilty tenderness, and whispered comfortingly.

"Don't deceive me with rhetoric." Bei Hanjing put the knife in his hand on his neck and scolded resentfully.

"Ah Jing, where did I deceive you?" Han Qing's eyes widened, and her slender eyes became round, and on her glamorous face, she looked a little innocent and even a little cute.

"Didn't you kill Brother Wang?" Bei Hanjing reported great courage and asked with difficulty.

"Yes, in order to save you, I got the antidote from Xiao Jingyu and killed him, do you want to avenge your brother." Han Qing admitted it bluntly, and the corners of his mouth were curled with a research spirit.

"Get out, hand over my brother Wang, and never appear in front of me in the future, or I will kill you next time." Bei Hanjing "brushed" the knife, and with a sharp knife momentum, it shredded a touch of long black hair on Han Qing's chest.

Bei Hanjing turned her head, blinked, and said with tears in her eyes.

Han Qing smiled slightly, as if talking about the Arabian Nights, and quipped: "If the king doesn't leave, if your brother Wang lives, will you still kill me?"

Bei Hanjing's eyes widened when she heard this......