Han Qing was crazy, and when he saw the woman, he resisted as if he had met a ghost, and Bei Hanjing had no choice but to knock him unconscious.

After the imperial doctor diagnosed Han Qing's pulse, he groaned and said:

"Master Ma's body is normal, it seems that he has taken the forbidden medicine, I can't untie it, maybe I can ask Lord Wu Xiang, he is the most skilled healer in the Jeonbuk Han, he may have a way to untie the forbidden martial arts.

Old, I can only prepare some medicine that slightly boosts the horse and restores its strength. ”

Bei Hanjing nodded heavily, skill is as important as a bird's wings, Han Qing has lost his skill, he can't lift his hands and shoulders, I'm afraid that a mere woman can beat him away, let alone fight.

Bei Hanjing remembered the red sleeves with her face scratched, and then said, "Doctor, there is another person injured in my house, you can go and take a look."

The doctor flipped over the face of the red sleeves, looked at the scratches on his head that were badly scratched and bleeding, sighed and said, "I'm afraid this face-"

Red Sleeves looked at him and sighed, his heart immediately pulled out the cold, his eyes were red, he grabbed the doctor's arm anxiously, and asked urgently: "Doctor, my face hurts hotly, is it not curable?"

"Well, don't worry, girl, the wound on this face is a bit serious, it will take a month to heal, during which you can't touch the water and dirty things, and applying this ointment every night will heal your face."

Red Sleeves breathed a sigh of relief, and after hearing the doctor's words, her heartstrings gradually relaxed, thinking that Han Qing saw her like a ghost, and her tears fell down with a clatter, which aroused pity.

The old imperial doctor thought to himself, what a pity is the woman who is a colt!

Bei Hanjing handed the imperial doctor a piece of gold and asked: "I've worked hard for you tonight, don't talk about the matter of the Horse Mansion to anyone."

The imperial doctor put away the gold, picked up the medicine box and said politely: "Princess Jing, don't worry, I will never leak a trace of news, otherwise the old man will screw his head off."

Bei Hanjing nodded and asked his maid to send him out.

Seeing that Red Sleeves was still secretly sobbing, Bei Hanjing sat down, patted her shoulder, and comforted: "Don't worry, take care of your injuries this month, and I will solve the matter of the beauty."

Red Sleeves nodded tearfully, Bei Hanjing has always been a very secure woman, and she believes that Han Qing will get better.

Bei Hanjing comforted Red Sleeves for a long time, then returned to Han Qing's room, looked at his uneasy appearance in his dream, and stroked his head distressedly.

Why did Han Qing suddenly get this crazy disease, and what happened to him when he went to Muyun this time?

Bei Hanjing only hated herself last time, and she didn't accompany her, causing Han Qing to suffer alone.

Bei Hanjing asked Xiao Hun to move a couch over, sat next to Han Qing to keep vigil, looked at his beautiful and quiet cheeks, and after a while, he closed his eyes and snored like thunder.

Han Qing turned his face uneasily in the midst of his snoring, and murmured vaguely, "Don't, don't, don't ......"

In the nightmare, Xiao Jingyu smiled evilly and held him down to do wrong, and was split into pieces by him with a big knife.

But the severed limbs and stumps that had been cut off came to life, and each of them ran over and grabbed his legs and feet, and constantly violated him, and it was a shame that he gradually had pleasure this time.

His back hole was poisoned, every night it was so itchy, empty, lonely, and needed someone to enter and fill it, this feeling became stronger and stronger, and Han Qing twisted his waist uncomfortably.

Han Qing closed his eyes and began to blaspheme himself, but his fingers were far from satisfying him, he needed that man's medicine to save him, otherwise he would die.

Han Qing opened his eyes and got out of bed, bypassed Bei Hanjing, who was asleep, went to the backyard to lead a horse, and in the housekeeper's puzzled sight, he turned over and disappeared into the night.

Fan Moya waited for a long time in the Holy Son's Mansion, looked at Han Qing who came as promised, opened his arms and said happily: "Ah Qing, you are finally here."

Han Qing stepped forward to hug him, rested his chin on Fan Moya's shoulder, fell to the ground with tears in his eyes, and said uncomfortably: "I'm poisoned, save me."

After Fan Moya took off his clothes, he saw the extra traces of love, and asked with a smile, "How terrible is a woman?"

"They are evil ghosts who suck the blood of men, Ah Qing doesn't want them." Han Qing remembered the true face of the woman who had become a demon, and hid in his arms and said pitifully.

"Women are disgusting demons, they suck your blood when they have sex with you, and the true colors of the demons are revealed, and you can only live if you stay away from them."

Fan Moya hugged him, patted him on the back comfortingly, and continued to strengthen the command in his ear.

"Women are disgusting demons, stay away from them, mating will reveal their true colors, women are disgusting demons, stay away from them......"

Han Qing muttered in his mouth, and Fan Moya nodded with satisfaction.

"In addition to the forbidden gongsan, you are also infected with the invisible obscenity under Xiao Jingyu in the back acupoint, every night after sleeping, you will have the power of the drug, your back acupoint will be extremely itchy, empty, lonely, and need to be filled.

The more you refuse, the stronger it becomes, and only when you come to me can you detoxify and not die, and solve this painful feeling. Fan Moya strengthened the order and said.

Han Qing repeated it, and felt more and more uncomfortable all over his body, and he urgently needed someone to love him. "It's so uncomfortable, I'm poisoned, I need you to detoxify it so that I won't die."

Han Qing immediately wanted to satisfy himself with his fingers, Fan Moya saw a flutter in his heart, frowned, and added another order with a serious face: "If you blaspheme yourself, your fingers will not move, and if you find another man to detoxify, you will die violently."

Han Qing's fingers immediately couldn't be raised, and a look of horror swelled up on his face.

"Come, sit down, and I'll help you detoxify with Holy Communion." Fan Moya held the gem and said with a smile.

Han Qing sat down obediently like a little white rabbit, and his handsome face rose to the comfort of the antidote.

Gradually, Fan Moya looked at Han Qing, who was as soulless as a puppet, and felt that he was a little bored who could only obey orders, and couldn't help but miss Han Qing who could laugh and be angry.

However, Han Qing's willpower was very firm, and he could only take advantage of his lax consciousness to give long-term instructions.

If the order is given while Han Qing is awake, it can only last for half an hour at most, and it will be broken and cracked, and it needs to be repeated from moment to moment, which is a very mentally draining thing.

Fan Moya tugged at Han Qing's beautiful face in distress, complained about his lover and said, "Ah Qing, when will you like me."

Han Qing would only smile falsely like a puppet.

"Ah Qing, say you love me." Fan Moya looked at him, sniffed Han Qing's body odor with affection, and asked.

"I love you." Han Qing is like a parrot that can only repeat words, just simple repetition, without any love.

Fan Moya lamented and took out the scar removal ointment, opened the exquisite lid, and gently applied it to him little by little, eliminating those accumulated wounds.

"You are so beautiful, how can they cut you so ruthlessly?"

Fan Moya's fingers touched the uneven scars on the jade body, watching the beautiful body being destroyed, he felt distressed to death, but Han Qing especially liked to destroy his beauty.

"Your beauty can only belong to me, and no one can destroy it, do you know?" Fan Moya domineeringly possessed, his beautiful body, demanded.

Han Qing smiled and nodded like a puppet.

No, you'd better be sober and interesting?

Fan Moya thought about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, with a little mischievous smile, and he gave a hidden order:

"When you are sober and see me, your heart beats faster, you can't help but look at me, you feel that I am the most handsome man in the world, and if you raise the intention of rejection, the stronger this feeling will be."

Fan Moya heard the rooster crowing, and complained that the two had met for too short, and their desires were like a ravine that was difficult to fill, and he couldn't wait to mingle with him in Han Qing's body all the time.

Fan Moya carefully dressed him, combed his messy hair, hugged Han Qing in both hands, and sent him out on the horse.

"Okay, you go back, be careful on the road, you haven't been here with me tonight, you've been sleeping."

Fan Moya looked at the moon that was about to set in the west, handed him a glass lotus lamp, and reluctantly ordered.

Han Qing took the lotus lantern, rode into the darkness, and left without looking back, Fan Moya shook his head sadly, yawned sleepily, and looked forward to the next time they met.

On the second day, the rooster crowed, Han Qing opened his eyes lazily, he is not an official in the court now, he has no important position, and he does not need to go to the court every day, unless Bei Hanmo wants to summon him or inform him to go to the court.

Han Qing turned around and lay on her side, and saw Bei Hanjing, who was sleeping next to her with her limbs open, staring at her sleeping like thunder, her ugly appearance with her limbs spread apart, and her heart was warm.

The blanket that Bei Hanjing covered on her abdomen fell to the ground, revealing her slightly bulging belly, and Han Qing thought that his offspring was pregnant inside, so she felt incredible, got out of bed and picked up the blanket, and gently covered her again.

Han Qing squatted down and moved from her stomach to her open mouth and snoring, seeing her stupid appearance, she couldn't help but feel naughty in her heart, grabbed her braids, and harassed her face with her tail.

Bei Hanjing chirped like a pig and closed her mouth.

Han Qing looked at the silly woman, with a deep and cold contour like a man, and her slender fingers couldn't help but swipe over her thick black eyebrows.

He closed his eyes, reverently dropped a kiss on her forehead, and walked away.

Bei Hanjing seemed to feel something, and after he left, she woke up with fluttering eyelashes, touched her forehead and kissed her with a hot and wet kiss, and smirked beautifully in her heart.

This is the first time that the beauty has secretly kissed her!

After Han Qing washed up, he took breakfast and went to Murong Bai's residence in a happy mood.

When he walked into the side courtyard, Murong Bai was dressed in a moon-white middle robe, and he was seriously practicing his sword one move at a time.

As soon as Han Qing approached, the long sword immediately roared, and he stepped back smartly.

The long sword attacked one after another, and Han Qing hid in embarrassment with breakfast in his hand, and threatened in his mouth: "Yulin, if you play with me again, the breakfast will be gone."

Who knows, Murong Bai seems to be competing, pouring out his anger on Han Qing.

Han Qing hooked the branches on the ground on his feet and fought him head-on, but the wood was worthy of an iron sword, and it became shorter and shorter in his hand like a slicing onion.

Boy! Bully him early in the morning, don't think about eating.

Han Qing made up his mind to leave, but Murong Bai was even more unhappy, and the long sword chased after him to stop him from leaving.

Han Qing couldn't use his strength, he couldn't use light skills, where was his opponent, he threw his breakfast to Murong Bai, and the porridge in the bowl spilled into the air.

Han Qing took the opportunity to escape.

Murong Bai stretched out his hand to take it, and steadily dragged the breakfast, and the porridge water fell back into the bowl, seeing Han Qing making Ji Diao Tiger leave the mountain, the strength under his feet was cohesive, and he turned over and instantly resisted in front of Han Qing.

Han Qing slammed into his arms, almost kissed him again, took a dangerous step back, stepped on a stone, and his body immediately slipped backwards.

Murong Bai stretched out his hand to wrap his slender waist, held the breakfast with one hand, and quipped with a flash in his starry eyes: "Hualang, when did you become a coward who loves to escape?"

Han Qing didn't want to get up, and he didn't want to hang in his arms, so he kept this posture awkwardly.

When this guy comes to his territory, does he dare to be so arrogant because he doesn't want to live? Han Qing thought indignantly.

Murong Bai saw that Han Qing's magnificent face had a fragile color, not like his usual style of slapping his palm away, and his doubts in his heart were even greater.

So, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the breakfast to the table, and the tray rested firmly on the table, and not a drop of soup was spilled inside.

Murong Bai condensed, put his finger on his pulse, and said in a lost voice, "Why is your skill banned?"

Han Qing rolled his eyes and said aggrievedly: "You have finally discovered how inhumane it is to bully people who are incompetent."

Murong Bai withdrew his arms and put him back on the ground, and the two walked to the table in the courtyard to talk.

When Han Qing came here, he still had an idea in his heart, and asked Murong Bai if he knew if he had the forbidden power in his body.