After years of not seeing old friends, the remaining hatred has not been gone, and the reunion has been a matter of people, and the feeling of several lifetimes in my heart has been born. - Han Qing

Under the persuasion of Murong Bai, Han Qing parted ways and entered the rooms of different Oiran.

Under the gaze of the flower messenger, Han Qing stepped into Wang Huakui's room in a restrained manner, and after walking in, he found that the space inside was very large, the decoration was very delicate and luxurious, and the purple gauze was ethereal as far as the eye could see, and the fragrance on the tip of the nose was attractive.

The low sound of the piano floated out of the layers of purple veil from the time he stepped into the room.

Han Qing smelled the sound of the piano, lifted the layers of gauze tents, and walked in vigilantly all the way, and when he saw the person in white clothes and ink hair caressing the sound of the piano at the end, he was suddenly in chaos, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's you!"

The tide in Han Qing's eyes was surging wildly, and he ignored the beautiful Oiran on the side, staring at the white-clothed man who was quietly stroking the piano opposite the Oiran.

The young man was shrouded in a layer of cold and ethereal feeling of being separated from the world, and was interrupted by Han Qing's surprised voice, the sound of the piano on his fingertips was chaotic, and he raised his eyes slightly in confusion.

The pair of eyebrows are very deep, far-reaching like mountains and quiet like the sea, elegant and noble with alienation and coldness, like fairies outside the sky.

If you look closely, you can see that his nose is also very good, tall and straight, and his mouth is also very good, ruddy and colorful.

The proportions of his facial features are very harmonious and soft, all of them are very good-looking, how can you look at the raw is not stunning and dazzling, but it is intriguing to taste it slowly.

The Oiran next to him saw the visitor, swept the waves, shook the fan painted with purple peony in his hand, and smiled: "Honored guest, do you know Mu Qing Gongzi?"

However, Han Qing had a man in white in his eyes, and no matter how beautiful the delicate flowers were, they couldn't get into their eyes.

Han Qing stared at him with a long stunned heart, looking at his elegant face that he didn't know himself, he lowered his head and smiled softly at the corner of his mouth: "I don't know, I recognize the wrong person......"

How can he not know, and he will know when he turns to ashes.

Han Qing looked at his old friends who were becoming more and more scummy, and the memories of the past were like hibernating snakes beginning to come alive.

Han Qing's feelings for this old friend are very complicated, this old friend is good for himself, he can't wait to pick the stars and the moon for you, but when it gets bad, people can't wait to pick off his skin, pull his tendons, and drink his blood.

To this day, he doesn't know whether to love him or hate him. But, compared to the bad things he did, what made him more uncomfortable was his non-saying goodbye, so that all his love and hate could not be grounded!

At the beginning, this son's name was Ye Yuanshan, not Mu Qing. He was still a stinky scoundrel beggar who ate and drank with the army in tattered clothes, and could not be driven away even if he died.

At that time, everyone took pity on him, and when he was separated from his family by robbers, he begged for his life along the road, and everyone gave food to help him.

But after one or two times, the beggar was addicted to help, and every day he followed his army and refused to leave, waiting for the meal to be served, and they drove him many times to no avail.

One day, the beggar suddenly decided that he wanted to join the army to serve his country, and so he entered the army. With his oily and smooth three-inch tongue, he was very popular among the soldiers.

He was arrogant by nature and looked down on the group of vulgar and obscene soldiers, often acting alone, being an unsociable existence among the soldiers, and often being asked for trouble.

Ye Yuanshan had a very hot fight with that group of soldiers, and he came forward many times to resolve the difficulties and bullying of the soldiers against him.

Gradually, he began to open his heart and accept this "kind" and enthusiastic friend. They have been with each other in the army for more than two years, and they have been inseparable, and every time they are born and die, they are dependent on each other for life and death.

But this good brother, because of his outstanding performance, gradually changed after he was promoted to the rank of military leader.

Ye Yuanshan unexpectedly forgot his righteousness, and made up his mind, and his ugly face was all exposed.

He drunk himself with wine and tried to force himself to lose himself, but fortunately he had a shred of sanity and refused to obey.

Unexpectedly, from then on, he held a grudge and made things difficult for himself everywhere, so that he couldn't get along in the army.

Originally, this was endured.

However, he intensified his efforts, stole the Fengqing National Army's defense array, and deliberately hid it in the quilt to frame him for stealing it, forcing him to comply.

This incident directly led to his embarrassment before he was executed, and he changed the fate of his life.

"Miss Wang, when a distinguished guest comes, Mu Qing will leave first, and we will communicate next time." Mu Qing picked up the xylophone and put it in the piano bag, got up and said goodbye to Wang Huakui in a friendly manner.

Mu Qing's words interrupted Han Qing's memories.

Han Qing stared at him expressionlessly, walked towards him with a slight bow, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder tightly.

"Why should Mu Qing Gongzi leave in a hurry?" Han Qing gritted his back molars and asked with a smile.

“？” Mu Qing looked down at Han Qing suspiciously, still smiling gently, and the dimples on his cheeks loomed.

Han Qing muttered in his heart: This guy is becoming more and more human-like and dog-like, and I don't know how many people have been blinded by his mask of being as clear as jade and pure and harmless.

This damn liar, scoundrel, scoundrel!

He went to seek revenge afterwards, but found that even the life experience he said was fabricated, and that family did not have this person at all. Han Qing didn't know how much he lied to himself in those two years of getting along.

Now Mu Qing's name, I'm afraid it's also made up, right?

"What's the matter with Brother Tai?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Mu Qing's cold eyes shifted from the white and slender finger pressed against his shoulder to Han Qing's face, and asked with a warm smile.

"No, I just think you're too much like my old friend, sorry......" Han Qing thought about it, endured the desire to abuse people, and planned to put a long line to catch a big fish, let him go and said with an apologetic smile.

The door closed in response, and Mu Qing's white figure disappeared from under Han Qing's eyes.

Han Qing silently withdrew his eyes, stroked his robe and sat down rashly at the signal of the Oiran, and then looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman in front of her, with a face like a sunset, slender eyebrows and thin eyes, is soft and intoxicating in her posture, and she is also a dazzling beauty.

Wang Huakui raised the wine cup to cover it, covered his mouth with his sleeve and snickered: "After the son entered, he was the first person who didn't look at me, and the slave family respected the master for a drink."

Han Qing took the fragrant wine handed by the woman, chuckled, raised his eyes and asked, "Who is the young man Mu Qing who just left?"

"Prince Mu Qing is not from Taicheng, he came with people from the northwest, and you also look at the face?" Oiran quickly betrayed Kikiyo's path in a few words.

Northwest, isn't it Mu Wan?

Han Qing didn't expect that he had been hiding in Muwan all these years, no wonder he didn't see him.

"What a coincidence, I'm not from Taicheng, I traveled from the north with my brother to Taicheng to do business." Han Qing drank his wine and groaned out of the cliché.

Oiran wanted to pour wine again, but Han Qing raised his hand to stop him: "I still have something urgent to do, go first, bother Oiran to tell my friends, meet at the residence, and say goodbye!"

Han Qing estimated in his heart that Mu Qing should be about to reach the first floor, and under the surprised gaze of the Oiran, he straightened up and left in a hurry.

Under the nose of the flower messenger, Han Qing held the escalator with his hand, his movements were as fast as a white ape, and he flexibly climbed down the ladder, and even the purple peony between his hair was thrown to the ground, without realizing it.

Han Qing moved quickly, and after a few clicks, he went down to the third floor, and soon saw the white clothes leisurely shuttling through the passing crowd, and then gradually settled down.

Han Qing kept a position as close as he could, secretly following him.

After Mu Qing walked into a men's toilet, he didn't come out for a long time, Han Qing waited on the side for a long time, his intuition was wrong, and he felt that it was dark in front of him just when he walked into it quickly.

In the numbness and pain in his neck, Han Qing turned his head and saw a tall figure in a daze, looking down on him condescendingly with the light and shadow on his back, and shouted in his heart before losing consciousness: Oops! Hit the plan.

"Master, what should you do with this person?" The masked man in black put down the short stick in his hand and stared at Han Qing, who was unconscious, and asked.

The master was wearing a black mask with a mouthless mouth, and his figure was very tall, and he didn't answer his subordinates' words, so he leaned over and directly ripped off Han Qing's clothes.

Han Qing's white flesh was instantly exposed to everyone's eyes, like a seductive snake demon with his chest and abdomen exposed.

When his nails touched the tattoo of the word "Hui" on Han Qing's left shoulder, the corners of his mouth smiled meaningfully.

The smooth texture and fair tone of the skin on Han Qing's body are very different from those of his cheeks, and the ordinary dull head is like a fake head pressed on.

The master, his fingers caressed Han Qing's dull and ordinary cheeks, pinched, pinched, pinched Han Qing's pointed jaw, and began to flip his cheeks to check the interface of the human skin mask.

In the end, his fingers touched Han Qing's waist with ease, and he took out the makeup remover and wiped it on his face.

Under the flesh-colored mud, a fair and stunning face gradually revealed, making all the masked people present gasp.

There are people in the world who are so beautiful!

God's axe-making skills are simply incredible.

His helpless appearance with red lips makes people want to press under him and defile and bully him......

Upstairs, Murong Bai went out of the boudoir after finishing Lin Huakui's words, and after a long time, seeing that Han Qing had not come out yet, he was afraid that he would get drunk and fall under the Oiran skirt, and when he went in and asked, he learned that Han Qing had already left.

Originally, he believed it bluntly, but after picking up the purple peony that fell from Han Qing's hair, he found that they were telling a lie. Because if the benefactor on the painting boat did not return the letter flower to the flower messenger, it would be impossible to get out of this door.

"Hanarang...... Hwarang, are you in there? Murong Bai pinched the purple peony with a solemn face, and looked for Han Qing anxiously everywhere.

The scene that enters the eye is illusory, moving and changing the environment, and every step seems to be true and false.

After looking for many places, Murong Bai finally found a familiar figure in the men's toilet on the first floor.

The man was disheveled, and Howe unconsciously fell to the ground, his clothes disheveled.

Murong Bai couldn't help but breathe, stepped forward with a solemn mind, and behind the curtain, the red lips and the beautiful and burning face were none other than the missing Han Qing.

Murong Bai calmed down, retracted his messy clothes, and tied the belt for the unconscious Han Qing, his fair face became more and more solemn and ugly.

Han Qing ...... Wake up!" Murong Bai smelled the rich aroma of wine on his body, pinched his people, and calmly patted his face and called.

"Hmm...... Yulin ......" Han Qing opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes were full of water, rubbing his aching neck, and shouted weakly.

Murong Bai pulled him into his arms without saying a word, reinserted the purple peony into his ear, covered his face with his sleeve, and warned him in his ear: "The painting boat is on the shore, don't talk, follow me."