Time slipped away like sand at your fingertips. Tonight is the day of the New Emperor Run's New Year, and the four years are the day of the birthday.

This is the first 24th birthday of the new emperor and hundreds of officials, and the government and the opposition attach great importance to it, and the whole world celebrates with joy inside and outside the palace.

When night fell, the lights were on, the emperor and empress sat first, and on the left and right were the two prime ministers of the current day, Yan Zijin and Li Junye, and other important ministers of the court.

The singing and dancing in the palace are prosperous, and the pipa and guzheng are all kinds of musical instruments, reflecting each other, and the sound of the glamour is intoxicating.

The envoys of the five countries competed to celebrate their birthdays and present their rare treasures and specialties. Only the Northern Han Kingdom has not met the Holy Lord for a long time, and there is a lot of discussion at the bottom for a while.

Xiao Jingyu's complexion remained unchanged, he still smiled at others, and his bearing was extraordinary. The emperor was not in a hurry, but the old eunuch in front of the emperor was in a hurry, and shouted a few more loudly, and the envoys of the Northern Han Kingdom came to see him.

The outside of the hall was empty, and a cold wind of early spring blew into the lobby, lifting the bright red curtain inside, staining it with a bit of loneliness and cold.

Prime Minister Yan Zijin and other ministers faced the empty hall, holding back their anger, and were trying to clean up the arrogant people of the Northern Han country.

A few debauched laughter, mixed with a cold breeze, drifted through the lobby, and two slender men in heavy mink coats belatedly appeared in front of everyone.

The man on the left, dressed in a black fox fur, is about seven feet long, and has a wooden hideous ghost mask on his face.

Han Qing suddenly appeared a cunning and spicy person a year ago, and he was good at some strange and obscene techniques, leading a total of six soldiers, five wins and one draw. Everywhere it passes, it becomes a blood-drenched Shura field, which is terrifying.

The person on the right is Bei Hanjing, who is born with strange power and tears people with her bare hands, and a pair of axes on the battlefield are fierce and powerful, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms dare not deal with her head-on whenever they meet her.

She is taller and stronger than the average woman, but her waist is not thick, and her legs are straight and long. Dressed as a man, a pair of thick black slender eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, the eyes under him were cold and hard, the nose was high, the mouth was not soft, the face was angular and angular, and he looked a little more heroic than a man.

Countries privately evaluate Bei Hanjing as a man among women, a real man among men. Bei Hanjing only laughed when she heard this, and she didn't care, she was indeed different from ordinary women, she had been soaked in the barracks since she was a child, and her behavior was not half a woman's, and her behavior was obscene and uninhibited.

Everyone once suspected that she liked women, until she married Han Qing.

I heard that on the night of the newlywed cave room, the subordinates saw Han Qing's clothes torn and jumped out of the window, Jun had a great shame on his face, and then he was carried back to the cave room by Bei Hanjing. It is said that afterwards, the horse master closed the door and did not see Beihan Jing in March, which became a joke among the people of Beihan and even the five countries.

"The envoys of the Northern Han Kingdom, the Northern Han Jing and the concubine Han Qing, came to congratulate Mu Yunsheng on his birthday."

The two of them bowed their hands together, and their waists were only slightly bent in an almost invisible arc, and they said neatly, but there was no congratulatory element on their faces, and there was a hint of provocation in their eyes.

Mu Yun's courtiers looked at the Northern Han horse and princess who had just appeared, and their hearts were full of anger, and they scolded the barbarian Northern Han Country who didn't know the etiquette.

Mu Yun's Grand Sima Sima Xian couldn't help but stand up, pointed at Han Qing with a ghost face, and said angrily: "You have been late for so long, what are your intentions in wearing a demon mask at the Holy Banquet now?" The small country in the northern cold region doesn't even know the number of etiquette? ”

Han Qing chuckled sullenly with his chin covered his forehead, and explained insincerely: "Han Qing didn't want to frighten everyone because of his ugly appearance, which would affect everyone's appetite, so he wore a mask."

"Hmph, I see that you are clearly making excuses, this is Mu Yun, it is not your turn to be presumptuous in the Northern Han Horse."

"Since Lord Sima said so, it seems that Han Qing, who was forced to expose his shortcomings, has no choice but to take off his mask." This sentence immediately changed from a passive position to a situation where he was bullied by Sima Xian and had to take off his mask.

"Hehe, Muyun is a big country, he is domineering, he wants to force people to take off his mask, today there are envoys from various countries sitting below, is this your Muyun's hospitality." Bei Hanjing took a step forward, stepped forward and pressed Han Qing's mask and said.

Good guy, confusing black and white, Yan Zijin watched his colleagues being bullied, immediately stood up, slowly paced between the two, and said with a smile:

"Princess Jing misunderstood, our Muyun has always been frank and open, courteous to people, everyone here today is all on time, unswords, into the hall, with sincere intentions to congratulate the saint on his birthday, but the princess and the concubine, only now, still wearing a mask, it is inevitable that people will misunderstand, I think it should be with bitterness."

Yan Ziqing has always been mouthful, Bei Hanjing was blocked for a while, her face was a little ugly, and she wanted to step forward Han Qing grabbed her hand and shook her head secretly.

Han Qing's mouth hidden under the mask hooked, and said modestly:

"We spent a month preparing to bring the show, but unfortunately because the guards outside the door to check the weapons blocked, we explained for a long time, but the guards did not allow it, so we were late, and now we can't present the show, I hope you understand." After saying that, he casually untied the mask rope on the back of his head, and looked at Yan Zijin with a slight evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and the hall was stunned.

It was a beautiful and evil fair-skinned face, with clear and delicate facial features, but without losing the atmosphere. He is so beautiful that he is beyond the boundaries of male and female genders, and the only regret is that his left cheek was slashed deeply.

The deep scar is like an ugly worm, extending from the bottom of the eyes to the corners of the mouth, destroying the beauty of the whole face, adding a few strokes of horror and disgust.

The people present were inhaled by the displeasure of the beauty, and they all stared at his face intently, with amazement, regret, and greed in their eyes......

Emperor Xiao Jingyu, who was sitting on the stage, stared at the familiar face, playfully picked up the wine glass and tasted it slowly, a secret smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Li Junye saw that face, and there was a relieved smile in his eyes, Han Qing seemed to catch his smile, glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth were secretly hooked.

Yan Zijin was very close to him, close enough to see his thick and slender eyelashes, the smooth and delicate skin, which was superimposed on the face of that night in his memory.

"Prime Minister Yan?" Han Qing hooked Yan Zijin's neck and approached and threatened, Yan Ziqing was still unconscious, and was startled when he saw the ugly half of his face approaching.

Han Qing covered his mouth and laughed happily, with the pleasure of succeeding in his prank, this person's courage is still so small.

Li Junye saw it, shook his head helplessly, raised the wine and took a sip.

Murong Bai saw Han Qing's disfigured face and silently lowered his eyelashes.

"Everyone, since everyone has arrived, the banquet will begin, and people will come to sing and dance." Xiao Jingyu spoke to end the farce, and Han Qing and Bei Hanjing took their seats under the guidance of the palace maid.

A group of graceful dancers, dressed in gorgeous dance costumes in soothing and elegant music, slowly appeared on the stage, with light long sleeves and graceful steps, Han Qing entertained a little wine, opened his mouth to accept the grapes fed by Bei Hanjing or looked up at the song and dance, his face was full of interest.

Where does Bei Hanjing care about other people, she only has Han Qing in her eyes, although he is cold and hot to her, she is very happy and spoils Han Qing.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Han Qing does not have much affection and affection for this princess, but the princess does not hide her infatuation, as if she is afraid of softness when she holds him in her hand, and she is afraid of melting in her mouth.

Most of the ingredients that she fell in love with Han Qing were her faces. With this beautiful sound, her thoughts drifted to the agreement between the two before they got married.

"Bei Hanjing, it's okay for you to let me marry you, but you promise me three conditions." Han Qing's pure black serious eyes looked dazzling in the sun.

"Don't say three conditions, tens of thousands of conditions, I'm willing, as long as you follow me, beauty."

Bei Hanjing patted her chest, held his hand, and said with a smooth mouth.

Han Qing couldn't get used to her like that, so she withdrew her hand in disgust, frowned and said, "Don't be flamboyant, you listen carefully to me, first, you are not allowed to have an ambiguous relationship with any man after you marry me. Second, after you and I get married, you must listen to me, and third, like a woman, don't let me sleep and feel like I am in the same bed with a man, and my mouth is full of chicken feathers. ”

Han Qing stared at his face, still entangled in wanting to be a woman, Bei Hanjing, and there was no half-parted joke in his eyes.

"Then you also abide by the three rules of the agreement." Bei Hanjing said with a smile.

"You don't have the qualifications to negotiate terms with me." Han Qing slashed the past, Bei Hanjing immediately weakened, and promised with a mouthful: "Beauty, don't be angry, I promise, you get on the horse with me, I will take you to tell my imperial brother now, let him promise us to get married."

Han Qing skipped the hand that Bei Hanjing handed over to invite him to get on the horse, gently supported the horse's back with his palm, got on the horse quickly and briskly, covered her palm with her hand, controlled the reins, circled him in his arms, and said coldly: "What, go to the palace."

Bei Hanjing sneered, her face was full of happiness, and the beauty was really neat and neat.

Bei Hanjing's memories were shocked by a burst of passionate melody on the field, and when she looked up, it turned out to be a new dancer on the stage.

This dancer is different from the previous dancers, with a good figure, delicate curves, slender and straight, her face is covered with red tulle, a little delicate plum blossom makeup on her forehead, and her face is looming.

She was dressed in a navel hakama dress as bright red as a flame, a string of crisp bells with a simple shape hung on the hakama, swaying and holding the ground*, and her delicate white ankles were exposed, attracting people's eyes when she walked lightly.

Her dancing posture is not subtle, but people can't take their eyes off, the pace is soft, or sonorous, every step on the ground, the bell on the waist rings softly, like stepping on the tip of everyone's heart, the hand posture changes every time, pulling a trace of emotion of the people under the person, she herself gives this dance soul.

Han Qing's expression, which had always been nonchalant, changed, his eyes kept staring at the dancer whose face was hidden behind the tulle, the expression on his face was a little unpredictable, and a jujube core that turned secretly at his fingertips flew out quietly.

Suddenly, when the dancer was spinning, the veil on her face suddenly fell, and a beautiful face appeared in front of everyone.

Mo Xiangli fluttered with butterfly-like black eyelashes, his red lips pursed lightly, and under the fair and exquisite melon seed face, those glassy eyes were as cold as the cold snow of the Tianshan Mountains, which could not be blasphemed from a distance.

Everyone's eyes focused on the dancer's face, ignoring a date pit lying silently on the ground in the distance.

Han Qing's eyes stared at that familiar face with burning eyes, and his back immediately stiffened.

The dancer sensed his hot gaze, and couldn't help but look back, the two eyes met, the dancer's heart was shocked, her feet staggered, and the person threw herself to the ground.

Han Qing stepped on the desk in an instant, stretched out his hand to grab her who was on the ground, and whispered affectionately in her ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Yan'er."

The dancer's eyes twitched.

"On the second watch, the rockery on the east side of the imperial garden." The dancer bowed her head secretly.

The exchange lasted only a second or two.

In the fierce melody, the dancer, with the help of Han Qing, walked to the middle of the stage again, and the episode just now dissipated in a blink of an eye, and the dancer's dancing posture shook off like thunder and rain, mixed with some surging.

Bei Hanjing saw the secret interaction between the two, and looked at the dancer again suspiciously.

After a dance, after a song, the dancer slowly faded out, and the hall was silent, still immersed in her depiction of the artistic conception.

The emperor whispered a few words in the ear of the eunuch waiting beside him, and the little eunuch went down.

Han Qing was about to open his mouth to ask, who was dancing, but he saw that the emperor seemed to have fallen on him for a few more seconds, intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Qing was afraid of attracting attention, so he lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more, although he was sitting on the futon, his mind was completely floating out of the clouds.