The sun slowly sets into the horizon, and there are a few sunsets inlaid with gold and red edges on the horizon.

In the Northern Cold Country, the vermilion gate of the Pony Mansion has been open to welcome the male owner for a long time.

"Beauty, why haven't you arrived yet?"

The sky gradually darkened, the temperature slowly cooled, and Bei Hanjing stood tall at the gate, like a tall wangfu tree, looking forward to her lover.

When the red sleeves saw her, Pan Lang was so anxious that he couldn't even sit on the chair, tied the cloak on his arm, tied it to her shoulder, and said with concern: "Sister Jing, you are pregnant with Liujia and have been standing for half an hour, don't be tired, just sit down and rest."

Bei Hanjing's eyes did not leave the intersection, she waved her hand indifferently, looked back at the red sleeves, and said heartily and bluntly: "Our women in Beihan are not like you women in the south, they are like water."

We women were still doing farm work before giving birth to a baby, and we worked immediately after giving birth, let alone standing here for a few minutes, let me go to a fight.

Hey, it looks like a carriage is coming. ”

As soon as Bei Hanjing's words fell, a series of black mysterious carriages, in the thin black night, drove slowly, but stopped far away at the end of the intersection and did not come in for a long time.

The carriage shook violently, as if someone was fighting inside, but the night became the best protective color.

It took some time for the commotion in the carriage to subside.

Bei Hanjing and Hongxiu looked at each other suspiciously, and they couldn't tell if the person inside was Han Qing.

After about a quarter of an hour, it was completely dark, and the gate of the Pony Mansion was lit with a lamp.

The carriage that stopped at the intersection hung a lotus glass lamp in front of the car, and then began to roll again, heading towards the Pony Mansion, and finally stopped in front of Red Sleeves and Bei Hanjing.

The heavy sedan curtain was lifted open by a pair of slender hands, and Han Qing poked his head out of the bright and dark carriage, reflecting the brilliance, his thin eyes were full of spring, and the waves were as delicate as water.

The scars on his face faded a lot, and his skin became whiter and more tender, much finer.

Bei Hanjing was slightly surprised, in her impression, the beauty has always been rough, and her eyes are as bloodthirsty as wolves, which is admirable.

And, Han Qing's demeanor in front of him was indescribably bewitching, as if he was a delicate male pet in a man's arms.

"Ah Qing, remember what I said to you." Before Han Qing got out of the carriage, a man's voice came from inside the carriage.

"Got it." Han Qing turned around and replied impatiently, like a beautiful woman going out, annoyed that Rory at home told her husband in a rambling manner.

Inside the carriage, Fan Moya laughed dumbly.

"Beauty, welcome back." Bei Hanjing didn't think much about it, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped him get out of the carriage.

Han Qing saw Bei Hanjing's silly smile, the smile on the corner of her mouth had just risen, and suddenly there was an irrepressible disgust in her heart.

The corners of Han Qing's mouth rose and fell alive, and her thin eyes moved away from her face in disgust.

With an unhappy face, he took her hand and stepped off the carriage like the queen mother.

"Thank you, Wu Xiang personally went to Muyun to rescue the horses, and I will definitely give you a generous gift." Bei Hanjing took Han Qing, clasped her fists and respectfully said to Fan Moya in the carriage, and said gratefully.

"Hehe, the princess is polite, this gift is not necessary, I have already asked the horse master, the princess must protect the horse this time."

Fan Moya sat in the carriage, smelling the strong smell of desire in the carriage, rubbing the residual warm touch of his fingertips, and the low voice came out meaningfully through the black curtain.

Bei Hanjing seemed to be a stupid cow that had just been born, standing in front of the fierce tiger, she didn't hear the meaning of his words for half a minute, and thought he was joking, so she smiled and thanked:

"Hahaha, this time it will definitely not be, this time the hard work of the witch to send the beauty back, slow walk will not be sent, remember to come to my house as a guest when you have time."

The corners of Fan Moya's mouth slowly hooked up a sarcastic smile, and he shook his head helplessly, so far Bei Hanjing would see if he had the ability to parry.

"Ah Qing, I'm leaving." Fan Moya said goodbye to Han Qing outside the carriage.

Han Qing rolled his eyes at this man who was rambling at Rory, and said perfunctorily: "Got it, you can go."

Fan Moya helplessly bent a doting smile, this Han Qing was pitiful in his arms begging for mercy a moment ago, but he didn't expect that the next moment, he would be extremely presumptuous when he put on his clothes, and he didn't take him seriously.

It seems that he has to be good in bed at night* and he is more obedient.

Fan Moya thought about the nightlife at night, and said to the groom: "Go."

Everyone watched the black carriage, slowly driving away in the dark night, and disappeared into view.

"Beauty, why is the scar on your face lightened, is it the witch who treated you?" Bei Hanjing turned on the bright light and found that the scar on his face was indeed not as hideous as before, and asked with concern.

Hearing this, Han Qing glanced at her proudly.

"Why can't the scar on my face fade?" Han Qing's thin eyebrows were not good at frowning, and he asked defiantly, with an indescribable resentment in his thin eyes like a woman.

"No, it's good to fade, it's good, my beauty, it's good-looking." Bei Hanjing hurriedly praised and said, Han Qing snorted proudly and disdainfully.

The group turned around and entered the Pony Mansion, Han Qing slowly approached the familiar place, a sense of intimacy arose, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and reach out to hug him.

When he opened his eyes, the coquettishness in his eyes gradually subsided, and Ying's domineering spirit returned to his face, and he woke up to his previous cold-blooded state.

However, Han Qing didn't know about his changes.

Red Sleeves followed behind the two, without saying a word, secretly observing the words and deeds of Han Qing and Qianruo, frowning slightly and asking, "Master, you didn't hate Lord Wu Xiang very much before, why did you come back this time so closely."

Han Qing frowned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and tried to think about it, he really couldn't figure out why he didn't hate Fan Moya, it was really hell.

Bei Hanjing was beside her, and answered as a matter of course: "Lord Wuxiang, you have a peaceful temper, and you have fought twice to save the beauty, so naturally the relationship between the two is close."

"How is Murong Bai?" Han Qing was lazy to think more about Fan Moya, thinking that he had worked hard to go to Muyun to catch people, but he was unfortunately arrested, and he was also poisoned and bullied by Xiao Jingyu, and he often held a grudge in his heart.

"I arranged him in a side courtyard, and after he came to Beihan, he didn't talk much, but he asked many times if you came back?" Bei Hanjing honestly told Han Qing about the recent situation.

"Forget it, it's getting dark, I'll look for him tomorrow." Han Qing saw that the sky was dark, and the moon had already climbed the mountain, so he dispelled the idea of looking for him.

In the dead of night, a shadow dressed in a light red bandeau Hanfu entered Han Qing's door.

Red Sleeves stepped into a thin foot first, half of her beautiful face was hidden behind the door, and she said softly: "Sister Jing, let me accompany you tonight."

Han Qing leaned on the bed reading the soldier's book, heard the door being pushed open, glanced at it, and was silent without speaking.

Redsleeves approached the bed with ease, took off his embroidered shoes, laid them neatly in front of the bed, and climbed into bed weakly.

Red sleeves snuggled up to him, leaning on his chest, Han Qing glanced at the woman in his arms, and somehow a strange disgust swelled in his heart, frowning slightly, and his shoulders shook to prevent her from leaning.

The red sleeves were shaken away by him, and seeing that he did not hold her shoulders as usual, but kept staring at the military book, so he grabbed the military book in Han Qing's hand with resentment, hid it behind him, pursed his red lips and said, "Master, is the military book better than the red sleeves?"

Han Qingruo must have put down the military book before, lightly provoked her melon seed face, and said with an evil smile: "The beauty misses me?"

As long as the red sleeves are reserved and coquettish a few times, Han Qing will obediently take the bait, and the two will go to Yunyu together.

However, today Han Qing tilted her head and looked at her coldly, she looked pretentious and silent.

The red sleeves sent a fragrant kiss close to him, trying his best to please Han Qing and incite his desires.

"Don't touch me, give me back the war book." Seeing her inferior means of pleasing her, Han Qing pushed away her delicate body like a leech, and impatiently asked for the military book and said.

"Master, but the red sleeves didn't send you away last time?" The red sleeves stepped forward closely, rubbed Han Qing's chest ambiguously, blinked, and said pitifully.

"I'm not mad at you, I'm not interested in doing that, give me the war book." Han Qing's eyes were very cold and cold, and he stretched out his hand to beg for it strongly.

Red Sleeves thought that he wanted to play a trick with himself, held up the military book, stuffed it into his chest, and said hotly: "Master, you can get it."

Han Qing stared at her water snake waist with careful eyes obsessively, and couldn't move her eyes all the way to her macroscopic chest, but her heart was beating like thunder, and she thought angrily: I didn't expect this woman to be so uninteresting.

Han Qing didn't find out that he was so contradictory, on the one hand, he hated women, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but be attracted.

As soon as Han Qing stretched out his hand and wanted to come back with the book of war, the red sleeves suddenly leaned back quickly, avoiding him, shaking the book of war on his full chest, like a graceful beauty snake, and seduced with a smile: "Master, come and get it?"

Han Qing stared at the snow-white and full chest with careful eyes, seeing that her brain was hot, she secretly swallowed her saliva, and Red Sleeves couldn't help but snicker, she knew that Han Qing must be being serious.

Han Qing's fiery lust overpowered the stronger and stronger disgust in her heart, and took the initiative to press her body, the evil aura spread on her handsome face, and she said provocatively: "Little goblin, you have to squeeze the master dry."

Between the electric light and the heat, the indoor enthusiasm was like fire, and Han Qing worked the white land.

Suddenly, Han Qing's brain hurt, and his eyes instantly darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, the fleshy and bony beauty under his body, her fair cheeks began to decay instantly, and the white fat worms writhed and crawled out of the flesh.

Han Qing's fiery desire was instantly extinguished by cold water, and when he saw the evil ghost opening his bloody mouth towards him, he immediately rolled off the bed in fright, hugged the bedpost with weak legs and feet, and shouted, "Evil ghost, don't come near me."

"Master, what's wrong with you." Red sleeves was indulging in the sea of love, and just wanted to kiss Han Qing, when he saw him, he immediately pushed himself away in fright, rolled out of bed, and hurriedly chased down the bed and asked.

"Evil ghost, stay away from me......" Han Qing saw the female ghost covered in rotten flesh, approached him and wanted to inhale yang qi to kill him, so he was so frightened that he grabbed the teacup and threw it at the red sleeves.

The forehead of the red sleeves was swollen by him, looking at the porcelain pieces that fell to the ground and splitting apart, he covered his forehead with bared teeth, and approached with concern: "Master, what evil ghost, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, get out, get out...... Han Qing grabbed the leg of the chair and threw it at the female ghost, very scared.

When he saw that the female ghost's head had fallen off, and he approached him alive, he was so frightened that his whole body went limp, and his face turned pale.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Red Sleeves asked as he avoided the chair that had been opened by the attack, squatting down, and crying aggrievedly.

"Woo woo, don't eat me my ......"

Han Qing saw the female ghost with a solemn eye, a head grew out of her neck again, opened her black hole mouth, and smiled at him.

Where had he seen this in his life, and he was so frightened that tears came out.

Han Qing saw that there was nothing around him that could be attacked, there was a wall behind him, and there was no way to escape, so he immediately fell into despair.

Bei Hanjing heard a huge movement in Han Qing's room, and hurriedly took Xiao Hun over to check the movement.

"Sister Jing, master, I don't know what's going on, I suddenly attacked me, saying that I was a demon, woo woo woo ......" Red Sleeves dared to squat down, his face was scratched by Han Qing, and he cried pitifully to Bei Hanjing.

"Devil, stay away from me......" Han Qing shivered and hid behind the bed, nervously poked out an eye, and cautiously probed the situation.