The mountains are continuous, the cyan color cannot be seen, and the slanting sun shines on the two handover armies, giving the cold silver armor a soft golden glow, and even the solemn iron face has a trace of tenderness.

This is outside the territory of Muyun and belongs to the buffer zone between neighboring countries.

The spring breeze blew, and Murong Bai's jade cheeks were thin with a thin beard, and his eyes were as bright as stars, looking at the army opposite at this moment, his eyes were very cold and solemn.

The leader slowly drove a low-key and luxurious black carriage, followed by a line of troops, all of whom were black-clothed and black-clothed horses.

The iron cavalry walked firmly, holding a weapon with an expressionless face, and there was no noise between the movements, except for the neat and solemn sound of horses' hooves, which was strangely monotonous, and from a distance it seemed to be from the Nine Shadows General.

The soldiers were armed with a few simple commands, and with a few simple commands, they landed their weapons neatly and neatly, all standing at their sides, without a trace of clutter.

The momentum of the 200-person team seemed to be like 2 million people, and the coercion was invisibly rushing towards the face, which made people breathless.

The horse on Mu Yun's side, affected by the momentum, the horse's head writhed uneasily, and the general's face couldn't help showing a trace of nervousness, secretly observing Murong Bai's complexion, seeing that he was calm as usual, and his heroic posture was as immobile as a mountain, so he calmed down a little.

As soon as the carriage stopped, someone walked up to him holding the layers of lotus blankets in both hands.

The black embroidered lotus carpet outlined by gold thread, one by one, is spread on the land, and under the sunlight, it overflows with luxurious brilliance.

When all is done, the believers fold their hands in front of their chests, face the people in the carriage, close their eyes, and recite the prayer with reverence.

Then he humbly knelt on the ground, his body as straight as a stool, and his eyes were suppressed by the heat of God's favor.

An attendant respectfully opened the door, and the man in the carriage slowly stretched out an unusually pale and dazzling hand.

The bones of the hand were slender and slender, the flesh and bones were tightly cling, and the pale back of the hand flowed with dark red blood, concealing a mysterious power.

The people present involuntarily held their breath and stared intently at his appearance.

Under the smooth black silk, the hand that looked like jade porcelain, without the slightest popularity, was on the ordinary hand of the attendant.

There was an extremely slight sound in the carriage, and a pinch of black and green silk swayed slightly in the air as it leaned over, as if it was a little distorted compared to the side face that seemed to be carved with a ruler.

The man's movements solemnly and gracefully stepped on the back of the believer, and his whole body was shrouded in a noble and mysterious aura.

He wore a wide black silk robe of high quality, but it was shapely, with a soft luster, and gold thread was embroidered on the black robe, outlining a mysterious pattern.

He slowly stepped on the lotus blanket without squinting, stepping on the black lotus step by step, and came gracefully, and the hem of his clothes dragged on the ground like flowing water between his movements, bringing people an inexplicable depression.

"Honorable general, I am the witch of the Northern Han - Fan Moya, on the order of the king, I came to take the horse back to the Northern Han." The man's light silver eyes swept towards Murong Bai, his left hand was close to his chest, leaned over slightly, and performed a courtesy to show respect.

Murong Bai looked condescendingly, the man with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and an extremely thoughtful and luxurious appearance, tightened the reins of the horse in his hand.

Some people will know that he is your long-cherished enemy at first sight, no matter how polite and humble he is.

"Bring people in." Murong Bai waved his hand and said in a cold voice.

In the sound of chains, Han Qing was easily brought up from behind by two soldiers, and if you look closely, you will find that his steps are vague and his eyes are a little sloppy.

Fan Moya's eyes stared at Han Qing tightly, and when he saw his messy hair and wrinkled clothes, his silver eyes were a little moved. Listening to the rattling subway chain on his body, the hidden anger cracked on his calm cheeks.

When Fan Moya saw Han Qing, he couldn't help but leave the lotus carpet quickly, stepped forward and stroked Han Qing's cheek, and said distressedly: "My beautiful colt, you have suffered in Muyun."

It was like his peerless treasure being stolen and returned, and he couldn't help but check for damage.

Han Qing tilted his head in disgust, dodged his outstretched hand, and said with undisguised disappointment in his fine eyes: "Why are you, Bei Hanjing?"

"Princess Jing is still in the palace." Fan Moya picked up Han Qing's wrist and looked at the reddened skin on it, feeling that his heart was about to break.

Han Qing hid his disgust between his eyebrows, and forcefully withdrew his hand, and the chains collided with each other as they struggled.

"Murong Bai, it's time for you to unlock it for me now!" Han Qing turned around and looked at Murong Bai on the horse defiantly, and said hatefully.

This grandson was terrible, he accidentally knocked his lower lip yesterday, and as a result, he withdrew all the food, did not give a sip of water, and starved him for two days.

Murong Bai took out the key from his arms coldly, and threw it heavily on the ground to raise some dust.

Fan Moya was overjoyed and angry, and with a wave of his hand, the attendant picked up the key from the ground, carefully wiped the silk inside and out, and handed it to him.

With his handsome and upright eyebrows, he held back his anger, reached out to unlock Han Qing, and threw the waste lock on the ground.

"In the future, be honest with me, I won't walk out of Muyun like this time." Murong Bai spoke at Han Qing, but his eyes were looking at Fan Moya, turning his broken lower lip, and warned.

Fan Mo crossed the ground with a fierce color.

"You ......" Han Qing was angry, his chest was full of anger, and he just wanted to scold. Murong Bai didn't wait for him to scold and speak, turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and walked away quickly.

Murong Bai has always disdained to act with people who don't like it, and his actions ruthlessly hurt Beihan's face.

A hundred soldiers followed him on horseback, and the soldiers regained their spirits, rode their horses proudly, and departed in a mighty manner.

The soldiers of the Northern Han were provoked, Gu Shi frowned, clenched his weapons, and was ready to rush up and drive at any time.

Fan Moya raised his hand, not wanting to cause more trouble, so he adjusted the team and went to the nearby inn.

Han Qing was dizzy from hunger, he couldn't ride a horse at all, and when he straightened his back and got into the carriage, he stumbled and almost fell off the carriage, but Fan Moya hurriedly helped him.

With the help of Fan Moya, after Han Qing got into the carriage, his tense strength still did not leak, his eyes were closed, and he leaned weakly against the wall of the carriage.

"You have suffered, beautiful colt." Fan Moya looked at his stubborn appearance, and felt very uncomfortable, so he took out a horn comb and leaned over to tidy up his appearance carefully.

"Don't touch me." Han Qing was so hungry that he couldn't even speak, and he brushed his hand away in annoyance.

"Hehe, the posture of the colt is really charming." Fan Moya grabbed his hand, leaned into his ear and exhaled, with no respect at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, the coolness instantly penetrated his neck, and the sharp short knife pressed against his fragile skin, with unfriendly anger.

Han Qing opened his sharp eyes and threatened, "Lord Wuxiang, pay attention to your behavior."

Fan Moya raised his hands, a helpless smile appeared on his face, and there was some surging restlessness hidden in those deep silver eyes.

Han Qing withdrew the short knife and glanced at him warningly, Fan Moya's face was calm.

Seeing that he didn't dare to go beyond the rules again, Han Qing closed his eyes tiredly, this time he didn't have any strength. He didn't want to beg for food from Fan Moya, so he could only support himself to the inn and wait for the food to arrive.

After about a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the inn where the army rested.

This inn is three stories high, made of wood, with a shopkeeper and a small servant, a total of six people. The scale is average, barely able to fit more than 200 people. The front and rear halls on the first floor can accommodate fifteen tables. There are rooms from the second floor onwards.

Fan Moya chartered the entire inn, let the kitchen slaughter more than 20 pigs, ducks, fish and sheep in a row, wrapped the wine cellar of the inn, and let his subordinates taste more than 500 jars of spirits.

Fan Moya didn't like to be lively, so the random group of rough people carnivaled until late at night, staying in the room and praying by themselves. He was accustomed to eating twice a day, so the dinner sent by the shopkeeper was eaten by the other guards.

In the middle of the night, while Fan Ya was meditating, he occasionally heard unusual movements outside the door, and woke up vigilantly.

Fan Moya opened the window through a crack, and saw that it was pitch black outside the windowsill, and someone was passing by with a masked candle, and he was holding a bloody knife and touching it into his subordinate's room.

Fan Moya silently lowered the window, spread out the quilt, made a virtual shape, and the tall figure disappeared into the corridor.

"Han Qing! Han Qing! Han Qing? Fan Moya pushed Han Qing, who was sleeping on the bed, and when he saw him sleeping with his eyes closed, he knew that they had fallen into a trick.

It is estimated that the same is true for other generals.

"Master, the car is ready." The door was pushed open, and Ah Gu said respectfully outside the door.

Fan Moya bent down to pick up Han Qing, and the three of them quietly went downstairs, and when they saw their horses in the stable, they fell to the ground and died, and they couldn't help but feel heartache, these are all good horses of Beihan's pureblood.

A black carriage went away under the cover of night.

In front of the inn, a large group of people were masked in black, holding high torches with fierce tongues of fire, illuminating the front and back of the inn.

Their shadows on the ground shook like ghosts.

The masked man dropped the blood-dripping knife, knelt down to the leader, and reported ashamedly: "General Mu, let Han Qing and Fan Moya's master and servant escape, there is a carriage missing in the courtyard, and our horses have been taken away."

Murong Bai masked his face, his good-looking eyebrows and eyes became more and more conspicuous, and when he heard this, he frowned and ordered: "Leave twenty people, burn down the inn, and do a good job of cleaning up the aftermath, and the rest of the people, follow me to kill them."

"Yes......" The sound of horses' hooves was particularly restless in the dark night.

Fan Moya patted Han Qing on the shoulder, and seeing that he was asleep, he took out a bottle of thin-necked porcelain bottle from his body, opened his mouth, and fed it.

"Ahem......" Han Qing woke up in his arms, looking at Murong Bai in a daze, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

"Our men and horses were drugged and all ambushed." Seeing that he was awake, Fan Moya breathed a sigh of relief, put away the bottle, and explained heavily.

"It must be Mu Yun, they actually set up a plot to kill people in secret, it's too despicable." Han Qing wanted to sit up with his hands propped up, but suddenly found that he was as stiff as wood and couldn't move, and he was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Seeing that his face was wrong, Fan Moya hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"