For seven consecutive days, no matter how windy or rainy, Han Qing came to feed Fan Moya, who was paralyzed in bed, on time every day, and the hostile-for-tat relationship between the two eased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the Pavilion of the Holy Son, the smoke curled up from the delicately shaped lotus furnace, turning into a soothing incense.

"You won't use it tomorrow, I'm going out for a while, and today I'll get rid of your phobic spell." Fan Moya stared at Han Qing, who was patiently feeding, and took the initiative to speak.

Han Qing raised his eyes and swept towards Fan Moya, and said calmly that he scooped a spoonful of porridge from the bowl and fed it to Fan Moya's mouth, "Okay." The doctor I asked for happened to arrive today, you can go out, but before that, you must pass his examination, if you are in a physical condition, you should continue to stay here to recuperate. ”

"If you really can't rest assured, you can send someone to check it for me." Fan Moya nodded gently. His pale and emaciated cheeks had regained their former vigor slightly after the proper tonic of the last few days.

Han Qing couldn't deny it, and after feeding, he handed the empty dishes and chopsticks to the tray, stood up and summoned Bai Bian, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

Bai Bian, who pushed the door in, was very young and about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate and simple appearance, and when he looked up and saw a beautiful man in the room, he was suffocated in an instant, and his face was red!

God, is this the devil sent by the gods to destroy the world!

Han Qing looked at the young man stunned, he was no longer surprised, and said with a cold expression: "You take a closer look for him."

Bai Bian heard Han Qing's gorgeous voice, and he was even more in a trance.

Han Qing frowned unhappily, like a king urging Hades in hell, pulled out the sharp short knife at his waist, and threatened him: "If you look like this again, I will gouge out your eyeballs."

Bai Bian didn't expect that Han Qing suddenly turned into a terrifying Yama, and was startled by the cold and sharp knife attached to his neck, and quickly retracted his gaze.

Fan Moya was full of food and drink, leaning on the red sandalwood bed, with a hint of laziness in his eyebrows.

Fan Moya looked at it leisurely, another person who was fascinated by Han Qing's beauty, and smiled with his eyebrows closed: "I'm almost recovering, so I don't need him to do extra checks."

Han Qing didn't say anything with a cold face, kicked Bai Bian's buttocks, and motioned for him to come forward to check.

Bai Bian put down the medicine box and stepped forward, as soon as he stepped into the door, he felt the strong presence of the person in front of him, and the grand ascetic* aura was not to be ignored.

Bai Bian only felt that his* ascetic aura was very contradictory, solemn and peaceful, with strong aggression, and with deep faith in the aggression, he forced himself to calm people's troubled minds.

Bai Bian couldn't help but look at Fan Moya's face, and saw that the foreign man was draped in jet-black hair, his skin was clean and tight, and his facial features were deep and exquisite*.

Those desireless silver eyes were mysteriously dazzling, and the touch made people tremble, and they couldn't help but want to lie under his toes reverently, confess their sins, and ask for mercy and forgiveness.

Bai Bian's three souls and seven spirits, who had just been lured out of his body by Han Qing, saw him, and he was immediately calmed down, and his reason shrank back into his mind.

However, with Han Qing's lesson, Bai Bian didn't dare to look at the god-like man in front of him this time, and stepped forward lightly, afraid of blaspheming him.

Bai Bian meticulously examined Fan Moya's bones all over his body, and the more he examined, the stronger the surprised expression appeared on his face.

Han Qing glanced at it, calmly cooperated with Fan Moya, and asked face to face, "How is he recovering?" Answer truthfully, and don't hide it. ”

"Yes. Returning to Han Yuma, the recovery speed of the Holy Son's bones is excellent than that of ordinary people, and now there is no obstacle to getting out of bed and moving, and you can exercise properly, but remember not to use martial arts within half a year.

In addition, the Holy Son is a blessing in disguise. If an ordinary person falls from a height of 1,000 meters, if he is lucky enough to wake up alive, he will inevitably be paralyzed in bed for life, or he will be lame after falling.

However, not only can the Holy Son recover from his fractures quickly, but his bones are even stronger than before, which is hard to believe if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. ”

Bai Bian withdrew his hand and got up, explained Fan Moya's physical condition clearly, and said in surprise.

Han Qing's pupils widened slightly, and he stared at the freak who was resting calmly unexpectedly.

Fan Moya lowered his eyes and listened quietly, not surprised at all, and during the conversation between the two, he pulled his shoulders together and his long black hair was thick, as if he knew all about himself.

"What do you mean, his bones are better than before because of the blessing of misfortune, so it won't leave sequelae and affect martial arts?" Han Qing remembered Fan Moya's extremely handsome kung fu and couldn't help but ask.

"As for the sequelae, it is still unclear and needs to be further observed in the future. If nothing else, Lord Holy Son should be able to resume his previous cultivation, and maybe even go to the next level......" The young famous doctor shook his head and said, wanting to continue to advise on some things that need attention.

"Alright, you can go down." Han Qing learned that Fan Moya was in danger, and in addition to not being able to use martial arts for the time being, he was also recovering very well, and he couldn't help but feel very surprised in his heart, and interrupted Bai Bian's words impatiently.

After Bai Bian was driven away, there were only two people left in the room, Han Qing looked at Fan Moya who was combing his hair, and asked: "Hmph, the bad guy lives for a thousand years, you can go, but you must remove the spell of women's phobia on my body."

"Well, look into my eyes, close them slowly, I'll untie them for you now." Fan Moya casually put down the ivory comb that made the gem-inlaid ground, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and he said calmly.

Han Qing stared at his pure and deep eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually faded away, when he suddenly heard a clear command in his ears: "Wake up."

Han Qing felt as if he was only distracted for a blink of an eye, opened his eyes in a daze, looked at him suspiciously, raised his hands and asked, "This is unraveled?"

Fan Moya nodded lightly and said nothing with a smile.

Han Qing stood in place, feeling that nothing had changed, and he became more and more suspicious that Fan Moya was lying to him.

Fan Moya kindly reminded: "You can go back and test it."

Han Qing was a little relieved with his words, solved the matter in his heart, and asked, "Are you going back to the West Ni Kingdom to find your Holy Father and Holy Mother."

Fan Moya nodded, and with some complicated feelings rising to the land of the Central Plains where he had lived for a long time, he replied: "I have to go back, maybe three or four months, and I will come back soon, maybe I will never come back, I hope you will keep it secret first."

Han Qing heard the words and didn't come back......

It was a possibility he hadn't thought of.

After Han Qing recovered, he said calmly, "Hmm." Then I'll go back. There was no simple goodbye, and then he walked to the door, still thinking about going back to Bei Hanjing to try if the meat gun could still be used.

"Han Qing-" Fan Moya suddenly stopped Han Qing, who opened the door and wanted to leave.

"Huh?" Han Qing turned his head suspiciously, his thin eyes were round, his pupils were pure black and clear, and the curvature of the slender tails of his eyes was heartwarming.

"Thank you." The corners of Fan Moya's lips smiled slightly, and his silver eyes were filled with peaceful and heartfelt gratitude, as if thanking God for the gift that he could meet him in his life.

"Hmm." Han Qing nodded slightly and strode away, as if he was a normal reaction to a familiar person.

Regarding the things behind Fan Moya, he didn't specifically inquire about it, but he only knew that he seemed to leave the next day.

After going back, Han Qing and Bei Hanjing had a two-day love at night. Finally, he returned to normal, and with Fan Moya's departure, his life gradually returned to normal.

He thought his life was back on track, but a few days later a sudden guest turned his life into a pot of porridge and threw him back into the mud with the excited cries of the Jews.

"Brother-in-law, Ah Zheng sent a letter saying that he would come to Beihan to see me and visit the soldiers of Gujindi."

Ye Hehua saw Han Qing dressed in a strong suit, riding a horse with more than a dozen subordinates, and wanted to ride out of the house. Running all the way to his horse to block his way, he happily shared.

"When is he coming?" Han Qing rode a high-headed horse, frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked condescendingly.

"Well, if you think about it, it should be here today," Ye Hehua said stupidly happily.

"You go and let Bei Hanmo set up a banquet to receive him, I'm going to go on a long trip." When Han Qing heard that Ye Luzheng was coming today, he turned his horse's head and made up his mind to leave quickly.

"Hey, brother-in-law, you can't go, Ah Zheng specially said that he wanted to see you!" Seeing that Han Qing was leaving, Ye Hehua hurriedly walked around to the horse, stretched out his hand to stop Han Qing and said.

"Get out of my way, don't get in my way, I don't have time to see him!" Han Qing thought of Ye Luzheng's nasty embryo, and coldly refused in disgust.

Han Qing saw that Ye Hehua refused to let go, so he directly crossed Ye Hehua's head with his horse and rode away.

"Hey, brother-in-law, don't go......" Ye Hehua was in a hurry, and when he saw Han Qing walking less than fifty meters, he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse in a hurry, and the road ahead was suddenly stopped by a group of people in the palace in front of him, and he was happy.

"Stay with the horse, the king is looking for you." It was none other than Beihan Mo's personal eunuch Cheng Gonggong who blocked Han Qing's way.

"Not available! You go to Bei Hanjing, I have something urgent to leave. Seeing a small minion blocking his way, Han Qing refused unhappily, and casually pushed the matter to Bei Hanjing.

"Master Horse, you can't go, the king has designated you to entertain Yeluzheng together at night." That father-in-law blocked Han Qing's way to death, leaving not even a gap.

"What are you a little dog minion! Dare you stop me!" Han Qing saw that Cheng's father-in-law was dead-headed, frowned irritably, raised his whip and threw it on those people who were blocking the road, and scolded in displeasure.

"Han Qing, am I a dog?" In the sedan chair, Bei Hanmo's cold and hard voice came out, Han Qing's body stiffened, but he didn't expect Bei Hanmo himself to sit in the sedan chair.

"I didn't say you dog, why put it on your head." Han Qing retracted the whip stupidly, looked at the man who came out of the curtain, and muttered quietly.

"Don't break your mouth, go to your mansion and talk in detail." The matter was urgent, and Bei Hanmo didn't want to argue with Han Qing more, so Han Qing was reluctantly invited back to his mansion.

"Isn't it just that the little prince Yelu Zheng is here, what is there to talk about?" Han Qing sat down unhappily and threw the horsewhip in his hand on the table.

"If he was just a little prince, it would be fine, but according to the report, Ye Luzheng came to Beihan this time with an order!" As soon as Bei Hanmo said this, Han Qing immediately understood what he was doing in a panic.

"What do you mean is that Gujin learned that Bailixi led troops to join us, and wanted to transfer the soldiers and horses borrowed from us back to Gujin." Han Qing said in a deep voice.

Bei Hanmo nodded seriously, and said: "According to the news from Gu Jin's side, King Gu Jin is not in good health, and he has already established Yelu as the crown prince, and wants to pass on the throne to him at the end of the year.

But the princes, the infighting is serious, and he is eyeing the throne, and he is afraid that he will transfer the troops back this time to prepare for the throne.

Therefore, Yelu Zheng came this time, behind which he came with Gu Jin's intention, but also for himself. ”

"Hmph, they lent us the soldiers, and they want us to return them, no way!" Han Qing borrowed it at the beginning, and he didn't think about paying it back.

"If we force ourselves not to give troops and provoke Yelu Zheng, those ancient gold soldiers are estimated to take the opportunity to cause turmoil, not to mention, our two countries trade with each other, if we break off diplomatic relations at this time, cut off the economic lifeline, the gains outweigh the losses.

I'm here to ask you, is there any way that will not hurt the relationship between our two countries, but also allow Yeluzheng to return empty-handed. ”

Bei Hanmo threw the hot potato to Han Qing and asked expectantly.

"In this matter, it is inconvenient for me to come forward directly. Na Yeluzheng is a person who values beauty, you first treat him with good food and drink, and find some beautiful men and beautiful women to delay him, so that he has no idea of going back. Han Qing thought back to Ye Luzheng's lustful appearance and said calmly.