The sun's rays shone on the rooftop, and the ordinary black tiles seemed to shine like gold.

In the courtyard of the Pony Mansion, two people sit opposite each other and share breakfast peacefully.

"Do you know what I have in my body?" Han Qing took out the contents of the tray, placed them on the table, and went straight to the point.

Murong Bai shook his head, opened the lid of the porridge pot, first filled a bowl full of it for Han Qing, and then filled it with porridge for himself, and said: "There are many secret medicines in the palace, according to the symptoms you mentioned, not only the power is forbidden but also part of the strength, and there are no other special symptoms, it is really difficult to judge which kind of forbidden power is scattered."

Han Qing sighed and frowned sadly, from the beginning of spring next year, Mu Yun and Beihan will go to war again, what should he do if he hasn't lifted the ban yet!

"Don't worry, after eating, I will make a list of all the names of the forbidden Gong San that I know." Murong Bai saw the look of disappointment on Han Qing's face and said with a smile.

Han Qing nodded, picked up the white-flour steamed bun, dipped it in chili sauce, and after taking a bite, he asked: "You can't go back to Muyun now, I'll give you a position as a general in the imperial court."

Murong Bai shook his head, sighed, looked at Han Qing seriously with starry eyes and said, "If I join Beihan, then I will completely betray Mu Yun, I can't let the family continue to be humiliated, I'm sorry Hualang."

Han Qing frowned slightly, he had long expected that Murong Bai would not join Beihan, and then persuaded: "Yulin, I will never force you, do something hostile to Mu Yun, and I will not allow others to force you. If you don't want to become an official, it doesn't matter, then I will support you for a lifetime. ”

Murong Bai was very moved in his heart, he knew what Han Qing said, and said loosely, "Give me some time to think about it."

Han Qing nodded, knowing in his heart that he would not join in for a while, and said with a smile: "When you are ready, come and tell me."

The two skipped this conversation, and Han Qing talked about Bei Hanjing's pregnancy again, worrying about what to name the child.

"You say, why did I name the child Han Li? No, if it's a girl, it's too manly to call this name, you have to take one, Rong Bai, what do you think I should choose?"

Murong Bai pinched the big white steamed bun, tore it apart one by one, and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes kept wandering on Han Qing's thoughtful face.

Han Qing raised his head and asked, but when he saw Murong Bai tilting his head and staring at his face all the time, he began to feel uncomfortable in his heart, and couldn't help but touch his face to confirm whether it was stained.

"What do you keep watching me do?" Han Qing saw that his eyes were still glued to his face, and his heart was furious when he saw it, and he wondered if he was interesting to him, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Did you rub the powder?" Murong Bai finally asked out loud.

Han Qing's eyes widened in surprise, the steamed bun in his hand fell into the porridge, and said in a lost voice: "What am I doing with powder?"

"You didn't rub the powder, why is it much more fine and white, and the scar on your face is shallow?" Murong Bai seemed to prove his words, and he also reached out and touched Han Qing's faint scar on his left cheek.

"I have nothing to do with you Muyun's somewhat perverted men, what are you doing with powder?" Han Qing slapped away his cheap hand in disgust, and also touched his scar, which seemed to be much smoother and shallower.

"Hey, where is the bronze mirror in your house?" Han Qing stood up suddenly, and without waiting for Murong Bai to reply, he broke into the bedroom, his eyes wandered around the simple room, and he approached the large bronze mirror to take a closer look at his face.

That mighty and domineering scar is indeed thin, small, and shallow.

Han Qing watched his masculine scar shrink, his heart ached, and Tengdi's heart burned, and he scolded: "Which bastard made my scar smaller!"

Han Qing twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, when he was rescued by Fan Moya, the scar was still as usual, why did it shrink as soon as he came back, could it be Bei Hanjing?

"No, I have to go to Bei Hanjing to ask for clarification." Han Qing turned around and left in a hurry, with Murong Bai behind him, and hurriedly shouted, "You haven't finished breakfast yet?"

"I won't eat it." Han Qing stepped out of the door and shook his hand angrily.

Bei Hanjing was in the main hall, leisurely having breakfast, and couldn't stop smirking when she recalled Han Qing's good morning kiss.

Suddenly, Han Qing stepped on the hot wheels, burst in angrily, slammed the table and asked, "Why did the scar on my face fade, did you make it?"

"Well, when you came back last night, didn't you tell me that you wanted the scar to fade?" Bei Hanjing saw Han Qing questioning her angrily, and said in confusion.

"How could I make the scar on my face fade!" Han Qing was angry to death.

"Uh, didn't I fade it?" Bei Hanjing hurriedly shook her head.

"Who?" Han Qing's eyes were shining, and he asked.

"Wu-" Bei Han Jingse shrank back before she said the first word, and Han Qing immediately turned around and left, saying viciously in her mouth: "I have to blow up his Holy Son's Mansion."

Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing's distant body, sighed at Xiao Hun and said: "Beauty, it's really a needle under the sea, can't the angry scar fade yesterday, and the angry scar will fade today, it's really unpredictable......"

Xiao Hun nodded in agreement and said sympathetically: "The strange temper of the horse is really getting weirder and weirder."

In less than a moment, Han Qing casually picked up a big knife from the mansion and rode a fast horse to Fan Moya's Holy Son's Mansion.

"Fan Moya, get out of here!" Han Qing carried a big knife, pushed away the stunned butler, and broke into the Holy Son's mansion, roaring viciously.

"Who is making a loud noise in the Holy Son's Mansion!" Soon there was a movement inside, and more than a dozen indifferent-looking guards poured out of the door with weapons and surrounded the menacing Han Qing.

"What are you, you dare to stop me, and ask Fan Moya to come out for me!" Han Qing slammed the big knife to the ground and smashed it hard, scolding if he lost the position.

The guards glanced at each other, lit up their weapons in unison, and beckoned to Han Qing.

Han Qing struggled to resist their attacks, and scolded: "A group of dogs beat me, what kind of hero!"

"Han Qing, you Hugh is full of dirt, today our eighteen brothers told you to walk around without eating." The leader of the guards, hearing Han Qing's words, raised the whip in his hand and threw it at Han Qing, and said angrily.

Han Qing dodged in embarrassment, and the others came in unison, and as soon as Han Qing struggled to separate the long sword, his leg was attacked by someone, and his leg hurt and his knee knelt on the ground.

The others, just as they were about to continue their work, suddenly came an order: "Stop! You all stand down. ”

Eighteen guards, put away their weapons, and retreated in resentment.

Fan Moya hurriedly lifted his witch robe, stepped out of the door, helped Han Qing up and apologized, and said, "I was refining the pill in it to relieve the forbidden gong on your body, why did you suddenly come."

Han Qing just wanted to scold him, his eyes fell into his silver pupils, and suddenly, his heart beat faster, he lowered his head, and said shyly and angrily: "Don't you allow me to look for you."

Fan Moya took his hand, the corners of his mouth rose and said, "You came just in time, you come here to try the antidote to the forbidden gongs."

Han Qing came to his alchemy room for the first time, and looked up at the room in surprise, Pang Gao's alchemy furnace said, "This alchemy furnace is really big."

"This Dan furnace can not only refine herbs, but also people, and I am refining the legendary Immortal Pill." A secret smile rose at the corner of Fan Moya's mouth.

"Oh, you're still afraid of getting old?" Han Qing quipped.

"No, I'm refining for you." Fan Moya's slender fingers swept across his beautiful face, and his eyes flashed with deep affection.

"I think you just like my stinky skin." Han Qing shook his head sadly and said with a sigh.

"No, if I only liked your face, I wouldn't have saved you three times and twice, no matter how beautiful your skin is, without your soul, you are a dead thing." Fan Moya took his hand and said that Han Qingjiao glanced at him, and her eyes were full of faith.

"Ah Qing, what I said is true." Fan Moya's heart was numb by what he saw, hugged his waist, and said affectionately.

"Quickly take out the forbidden medicine." Han Qing pushed him away, didn't buy his account, sat on the stool, stretched out his hand and begged.

"Okay, wait a minute." Fan Moya hurriedly brought out his latest antidote, offered a treasure, and put it in front of him.

As soon as Han Qing was about to take it up, he drank it directly, but Fan Moya pressed his hand and said, "Don't worry, this medicine is hot."

Fan Moya sat down at the other end of the chair, picked up the jade bowl, blew it one bite at a time, and fed it into his mouth.

After Han Qing finished drinking, Fan Moya hurriedly asked, "In the dantian, how is it?"

Han Qing tried his luck, but his skill was still firmly locked, and he just wanted to speak, when suddenly his intestines hurt like a knife, and he fell to the ground, rolling constantly.

"Ah Qing, what's wrong with you?" Fan Moya hurriedly took out the detoxification pill and fed it to him.

Han Qing was drenched in cold sweat on the ground, lying in his arms and prostrating and smiling: "You Beihan, the first holy hand miracle doctor, it doesn't work!"

"It's all because I don't have the ability, I can't untie the forbidden power on your body, and it hurts your stomach." Fan Moya's silver eyes welled up with deep self-blame, and he bit his lip and said bitterly.

"It's okay, I'm a person, the biggest advantage is that I don't lose." Han Qing reached out and touched Fan Moya's handsome face, and said softly and encouragedly.

"Ah Qing, you are so good, I will definitely dissolve the forbidden power on you." Fan Moya put his face on Han Qing's sweaty wet palm and said.

Han Qing nodded, and in his long and narrow eyes, there was extremely gentle trust.

Fan Moya touched the scar on Han Qing's face, and said with a smile: "It seems that the scar removal cream that I refined before is quite useful, and this scar will be wiped for half a month and it will be all gone."

I don't know if this sentence touched Han Qing's heart, and the well-behaved in his pupils began to shake, Fan Moya just wanted to continue talking, but was suddenly pushed away by Han Qing.

Han Qing staggered up from the ground, his eyes returned to his usual cold-blooded and domineering spirit, he pointed at Fan Moya and said coldly, "What are you holding me for?"

Fan Moya was slightly surprised, he returned to normal, his face was put away with intimacy, with a hint of alienation, and explained: "Master Horse, you just drank my forbidden gong and were poisoned."

"Why are you so useless!" Han Qing scolded without thinking.

Fan Moya's face instantly became ugly, Han Qing in front of him was simply too uncute, and his Ah Qing was still likable.

"Master Ma, you also know that what you have is Mu Yun's forbidden medicine in the palace, I don't have a formula, I rely entirely on guessing the ingredients of the medicine, if you don't want me to detoxify, you can find someone else." Fan Moya choked back coldly.

"You-" Han Qing was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Forget it, you pay attention to me next time, don't let me be poisoned." Han Qing thought that if he provoked Lord Wu Xiang in front of him, he would be finished if he didn't detoxify himself, so he said with a soft attitude.

"By the way, why did the scar on my face fade, did you make it to the devil?" Han Qing remembered that he had come for the scar, and his face immediately became unhappy.

"Han Yuma, the scar on your face has faded, it is a side effect of the forbidden gongsan." Fan Moya unhurriedly prevaricated and said.

"Why do I drink a forbidden gong powder, and the scar will fade? Why don't you say that if I drink medicine, the side effect is that I will have a baby? "Han Qing naturally doesn't believe Fan Moya's nonsense, is it really a three-year-old child, is it easy to fiddle?