The night was as dark as ink.

Month, faint.

After a period of fighting in the prison, a group of men in black broke out.

"Someone has robbed the prison, stop them......" The guards realized that something was wrong, and immediately grabbed their weapons and shouted in pursuit.

"Go to the palace gate, stop them from ......"

Striking from all sides, swords collided, screams were endless, and people and horses on both sides were fighting in one place.

The people who robbed the prison were none other than the sixteen elites of the Northern Hanjing faction, and Han Qing was kidnapped by Murong Bai half a month ago.

Bei Hanjing searched for him for many days and learned that he had been captured back to Muyun, and secretly planned this robbery.

The people who robbed the prison, with Han Qing as the center, were close to each other in a circle, eight people were outside, the sword was outside, and eight people were inside, strangling the people who entered the battle, they were like moving meat grinding machines, and their limbs flew sideways everywhere they went, and they quickly moved towards the palace gate like thunder.

Murong Bai happened to be patrolling the palace today, and when he heard his subordinates' urgent report of robbing the prison, he immediately lowered his face, drew his sword and said in a deep voice: "Chase."

By the time they arrived with someone to support them with their swords, Han Qing and his group had already slaughtered to the North Palace Gate with great momentum, and they could leave the palace only ten steps away.

Murong Bai saw that it was a round formation with strong defense and it was difficult to find the eyes of the formation, so he threw out his words: "I'll cut the opening, and I'll wait for you to enter the formation and kill."

With the help of the terrain, Murong Bai found the right time, kicked the flower bed under his feet, stepped on the human head, and even raised his sword and jumped into the killing array, and the others followed, slashing left and right, and soon a hole broke out in the circle, and the others poured into the formation, and soon the formation was chaotic.

Seeing that this was wrong, Han Qing's heroic thin eyebrows twisted, and he said angrily: "Change the formation, spread out on both sides, and break through the wild goose formation."

After giving the order, he turned the short knife in his hand and faced Murong Bai head-on.

Although Han Qing's strength is not as strong as Bei Hanjing, his moves are extremely treacherous, and he specializes in people's weaknesses, Murong Bai has suffered his losses, and he doesn't dare to underestimate them easily.

During Han Qing's fighting, he remembered that he had been treated sincerely by the captives but suffered such humiliation, and said angrily: "I think you are a fair and honest husband, and you actually drugged me despicably and shamelessly in rabbit meat."

Murong Bai calmly responded to the move in his hand, and explained weakly: "You are unpredictable, I am afraid that there will be more accidents on the way, so I will make this decision."

"Hmph, don't quibble, villain with bad intentions." Han Qing's short knife slashed straight again and again, and Han Qing has been feeling sullen in his heart for the past few days.

"You slash me out of anger, don't hold a grudge." Murong Bai said in a low voice, his eyebrows were a little soft, and the moves in his hand weakened a lot, revealing the portal and said.

"You don't dare to cut me?" Han Qing saw that he was exposed, and the corners of his exploitative mouth were evil, and he slashed straight into his arm with a knife.

"Is that enough?" Murong Bai took a deep breath, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Hmph, and keep your arm, if you sincerely repent and ask me for forgiveness, then let me out of the palace." Han Qing pulled it out with a knife, and a string of blood beads slashed through the air, dripping to the ground and blooming into blood plums.

Murong Bai's face turned pale, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he crossed his arms and watched Han Qing break through the soldiers and break through the palace door.

When the subordinates saw that Murong Bai was injured, they hurriedly surrounded him and asked with concern: "General Mu......"

Murong Bai said weakly: "This son is cunning, I am afraid that there will be an ambush outside, I will wait for the horses and horses to arrive, don't chase the poor man, leave someone to check and count the injuries and deaths of the brothers present, and report to the emperor urgently."

"Yes." The subordinates did not suspect him and dispersed their actions.

The palace has been changed, and the long bed light in front of it is bright.

When Xiao Jingyu was sleeping soundly on the couch, he was shocked to hear that Murong Bai was injured and hurried over.

When Murong Bai saw the emperor enter the door, he immediately knelt on the ground, repented and said, "The minister is not doing well, please punish him."

Xiao Jingyu personally helped him up, knelt on the ground and Murong Bai said: "The incident happened suddenly, you have done your duty to rush to the palace gate as soon as possible to stop the escape, although you lose, you are helpless, just get up."

The emperor looked at Murong Bai's arm, which was about half a foot long, and the bone marks were deeply visible, and turned his head and asked the imperial doctor: "This injury can affect General Mu in the future?"

"Back to the emperor, General Mu is extremely lucky, half an inch into the bone, which will not hinder future battles, but this injury still has to be carefully maintained, and you can't lift heavy objects for half a month." The Imperial Physician replied respectfully.

Xiao Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a sigh of relief: "If Rong Bai is injured, Mu Yun will lose a brave general."

Murong Bai covered his sleeves in shame, secretly glad that although Han Qing was ruthless, he was not poisonous, which was enough to prove that he was not wrong.

Han Qing wiped away the blood stains on the short knife, inserted the knife into the shell, rode his horse galloped on the official road, joined the rest of the people and horses, and went out of the city smoothly, asking, "Where is the princess?"

"The princess is still waiting for her colt in Longshang." The subordinate replied.

"She's ......" affection, the corners of Han Qing's mouth showed a pleasant smile, which made his cold eyebrows and eyes stained with a trace of warmth.

It's just that when a few people rushed to Longshang, a large number of people suddenly appeared on the way, slashing and killing Han Qing's people.

Han Qing had expected that there would be people and horses in ambush, and he was very cautious on the way, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately asked his subordinates to fight.

However, because they were outnumbered, the 50 men and horses were surrounded and annihilated by Sima Huan's 500 men and horses.

Sima Huan saw that it was almost cleaned up, and walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back, looked at Han Qing who was subdued with a smile and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss it very much, Huan invites the horse to live in Muyun for a while."

Han Qing: "......"

Bei Hanjing was only one step away from receiving someone, and when she heard that Han Qing was captured alive, she angrily cut down a tree, and was persuaded by her subordinates to retreat to Bei Han.

These days to stay in Longshang, has attracted Muyun's attention, 10,000 troops are rushing to Longshang, only hate the scarcity of 5,000 men and horses this time, it is not appropriate to face it.

Bei Hanjing knew that this defeat would make it difficult to rescue Han Qing again, but in the current situation, she had to force Bei Han to retreat.

When Muyun and the people rushed to Longshang, they saw a half-meter-thick tree, which fell across the intersection, and the cut surface was smooth as if it was a knife, thinking that there was only Bei Hanjing's strange power, and he couldn't help but inhale secretly.

On the rugged road, a team of people drove slowly, and in the middle of the procession, a luxury sedan chair carried by 16 people was heavily escorted on the left and right sides and drove forward steadily.

The sedan chair is three meters wide and two meters long, carved from the finest thousand-year-old rosewood, and the surface is carved with intricate and delicate patterns. If it weren't for the road restrictions, I'm afraid the scale would have been even larger.

Inside the car, the high-quality ambergris incense was burned, and the soft couch was arranged, and the sedan chair was not moved at all.

Sima Huan stared eagerly at the opposite side, Han Qing, who was tied hand and foot and didn't say a word, approached with a smile and said, "Han Yuma is not happy?"

Han Qing lowered his head, staring at his boots with a blank look, still ignoring them.

Sima Huan couldn't help but lose his breath when he saw that he was still not birding, and since he got into the sedan chair, Han Qing was cold and didn't say a word, like a beautiful stone man.

Sima Huan pinched it with one hand, Han Qing's jaw, saw the cold expression on his face, and asked coaxingly, "Han Yuma, but you're afraid?"

Han Qing was still silent, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Sima Huan stared at Han Qing's beautiful face that was tight and smooth, and he couldn't see the pores at all, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes revealing fiery desire.

Han Qing remained silent, and moved his body to the corner of the sedan chair in disgust, although Sima Huan looked coarse, but his heart was very fine, and he immediately noticed it.

Sima Huan blocked Han Qing in the corner, and said with a deception: "Sima Huan has seen countless beauties in his life, none of them can compare to Han Yuma's fingers, you are a person from outside the world."

Han Qing finally couldn't help it now, and raised his eyes coldly and said, "Sima Huan, what do you want to do?"

"Since I first saw you that day, I haven't thought about tea or food since I got home, I just want to see you again." Sima Huan roughened his palms hotly, touched Han Qing's delicate eyebrows, and said obsessively.

Han Qing turned his face away in disgust and said, "General Sima, please respect yourself, Han Qing already has a wife."

Sima Huan smiled proudly when he heard this, and said in a good mood: "When Bei Hanjing heard that Mu Yun's army had arrived in Longshang, she was so frightened that she threw away her armor and fled back to Beihan, and she didn't even care about you, a beautiful man. Therefore, why don't Han horses choose another good tree to live in. ”

"Han Qing's heart is unique to Princess Jing, if she doesn't marry, I'm afraid I will miss the general's good intentions." Han Qing refused more tactfully.

"I don't mind that Han Juma has someone in his heart, but he wants a piece of the pie." Sima Huan's eyes were so hot that he almost roasted people.

Han Qing avoided his eyes and secretly warned, "I'm afraid your emperor won't allow the general to do this."

"What is he, Mu Yun's ordinary country is not beaten down by the people of our Sima family, if he relies on his own ability, he can recover Fengqing Kingdom?" Sima Huan's tone was extremely disrespectful, and Han Qing secretly said in his heart: This son will one day turn around.

"Beauty doesn't have to worry, no one is stopping us from being together." Sima Huan said ambiguously rubbing Han Qing's lower lip.

Han Qing's anger was extremely light, and his face rose with anger, and he threatened in a cold voice: "I advise General Sima to respect himself, otherwise I will not be able to protect you when the Northern Han soldiers are approaching the city."

"Heh, little Beihan, I can kill it with a move of my fingers, why be afraid, the horse is serious." Sima Huan's actions became more and more dishonest, and he actually began to move his hands and feet, and Han Qing felt that his whole body exploded.

"Sima Huan, if you just move one of my fingers, I, Han Qing, will definitely make you die without a place to be buried." Han Qing struggled to avoid his disgusting touch, and seeing that the threat was useless, he spoke with a hint of panic.

"Beauty, your mouth is really amazing." Sima Huan held down Han Qing's violently struggling body, crushed the lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, and poked his tongue into it and sucked it fiercely, the sweet and fragrant taste.

Han Qing has always said that Bei Hanjing is like a man, at this moment he really experienced the taste of a real man, and sincerely wanted to apologize to her, Bei Hanjing was at least a woman.

Sima Huan's mouth smelled of meat and wine, and Han Qing almost fainted with nausea, feeling that the world had come. At this moment, he missed Bei Hanjing's clear lips with the fragrance of wine very much.

Han Qing noticed that his clothes were torn apart by brute force, and said sadly in his heart: "If you are really arched by a pig today, it is better to die on the sedan chair."

However, reason told him that there must be a way out of this danger if he calmed down.