Han Qing didn't expect that as soon as he got up the next day and finished his meal, the emperor sent someone to invite him to participate in the purification.

This festival, on the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, is held at the water's edge to ward off disasters and pray for good fortune for men and women, during which they will drink alcohol and write poems. Han Qing saw that she had doubts, so she explained that this was a festival unique to the Han people.

Bei Hanjing was just about to raise her feet to participate together, but was stopped by Gao Sheng reaching out and couldn't help but stare her eyes like copper bells.

Gao Sheng hugged the knife and smiled apologetically: "Don't be angry, princess, in our palace, men and women will walk separately on this festival, and later, there will also be palace maids who invite you to participate in the banquet composed of female dependents."

Bei Hanjing was muffled, and the husband and wife looked at each other, unable to guess what the emperor was planning.

Han Qing saw that she was still depressed, and she was suspicious of running away, so she said to Gao Sheng: "Lord Gao, wait a while, let Han Qing change his clothes."

Gao Sheng nodded.

Han Qing pulled Bei Hanjing into the inner room and whispered: "You can be patient for the time being, go and participate, come back and tell me how these ladies are, and in addition, help me follow...... Remember not to be discovered. ”

Bei Hanjing heard him talk about family affairs for the first time, and couldn't help but be surprised, and nodded silently.

Han Qing took off his mask and changed into a white robe, followed the eunuch, walked through the dense bamboo forest, and saw from a distance that beside a stream, there was a huge octagonal pavilion, in which four men were sitting, and many palace maids walked through, serving a few people.

Before Han Qing walked in, he heard the voices of several people talking and laughing.

"Zijin, don't you like Jiang Shi?"

"People are our talented women in Muyun, although they say that they are not in good health......"

When the four of them saw Han Qing walk in, they all stopped talking and stared at Han Qing who was not wearing a mask.

Xiao Jingyu stood up and said with a smile: "Han Yuma, can you eat it?"

Han Qing nodded to the other people, smiled and said hello: "I just used it a moment ago, how can Brother Xiao recruit many people today?"

Xiao Jingyu beckoned him to sit down, sat down and took a sip of hot tea, and said with phoenix eyes: "Introduce them to you."

"Prime Minister Li Cheng, a well-known prodigy, can recite poetry at the age of three, compose poems at the age of five, read all over the hundreds of schools, become the prime minister at the age of seven, and live in seclusion at the age of sixteen.

Han Qing looked at Li Junye, who was sitting on the stool with his hair scattered, not only was he not sloppy, but he was refreshed and leisurely, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Han Qing turned his gaze to Yan Zijin, who was next to him with red lips and white teeth, and said with a sly smile:

"Lord Yan is also an outstanding figure, who understands the words of many countries, and few people can match his eloquence and eloquence, and he is also brilliant.

Last time, on the day Han Qing and the princess got married, he and Lord Yan came to Beihan to send a congratulatory gift, and they had a one-time friendship, but Han Qing remembered it firmly. ”

Yan Zijin thought that Han Qing still remembered what happened to him, and shook his fan unnaturally, looking down and not daring to look at his secretly funny eyes.

Han Qing finally turned his gaze to Murong Bai's body on the left, his eyes were much calmer and sincerer, and he said with some acquaintances: "General Murong, not to mention, the marches and battles are all first-class, and Han Qing has fought with him three times, and the two sides have drawn."

"Hahaha, it seems that I don't want to introduce it again, but Brother Han is familiar with my three courtiers." Xiao Jingyu sat in the middle and listened to Han Qing's words, and laughed loudly.

"After I came into contact with Brother Han two days ago, I thought that you have a lot of knowledge, and we won't talk about politics this time, and it's excellent to bring my three courtiers to exchange knowledge." Xiao Jingyu explained the intention of this meeting, which is also reasonable.

Han Qing was aroused, these people were all extremely famous people, and now was the time to explore their depths.

"Han Juma, the day before yesterday, the saint, who made the iron flower you offered?" Li Junye has been going back to study for the past few days, and the iron flower has become more and more aware that the structure of the weapon is simple, but the manufacturing is not simple, and he can't wait to ask as soon as he sees Han Qing coming.

Han Qing naturally didn't say that he was inspired to create it when he saw the flowers blooming, so he casually said: "It was built by a person who just joined my door a while ago, and he only made some gadgets to entertain everyone, and it was useless."

"And what is his name?"

"He didn't say his name, he only knew his surname Lu, we called him Master Lu, if Prime Minister Li asked me how this toy was made, I don't know." Han Qing said matter-of-factly, as if there really was such a person.

"In the future, if Jun Ye has the opportunity, he must go to meet and communicate." Li Junye saw that Han Qing didn't mean to say much, and he couldn't ask why, so he had to just ask.

"I heard that Han Yuma, with some blue accents in his speech, behaves and behaves, and leads soldiers to fight, all of them are out of style, with Han Ze's legacy, I don't know how the family is." Yan Zijin shook his fan, his eyes were sharp, and he said leisurely.

"To tell you the truth, Han Qing is a Fengqing person, my father is a local ordinary person, and he is also a Confucian student, because the front line needs to lead soldiers to fight, so he abandoned literature and martial arts, began to study military books, and taught me "Sun Tzu's Art of War" when he has time.

My father often explained to me the story of Han Ze, the god of war, who led his troops to fight, and he was Han Qing's best teacher. ”

Han Qing said half-truthfully.

Han Ze's true identity is actually the upper-class nobleman of Korea in the Spring and Autumn Period, the country broke and lived in exile in the Fengqing area, and finally lived in seclusion there, originally peaceful.

I don't know that fifty years ago, the exiles rebelled, Li Xiong set himself up as the king there, and took Fengqing as the name of the country, I don't know who said that the Han family had a master living in seclusion here, so they surrounded and suppressed their family, forcing the 45-year-old Han Fan to come out to do things, and he couldn't enjoy Qingfu.

Later, after Han Fan died, Feng Qingguo did not let go of his son Han Ze and asked him to lead troops to fight.

"I see." Murong Bai nodded, and understood in his heart that Han Qing's father was definitely not an ordinary person, Han Qing's leading troops to fight, the formation of training, was very professional, and his vision and strategy were very unique, and he was definitely not handed over by an ordinary scholar.

It's just that Han Ze has anything to do with Han Qing, it's really hard to say, I have never heard that Han Ze has a son.

A few people still wanted to speak, but a loud and hearty voice came from afar: "Your Majesty, why did you arrive so early."

Han Qing turned around and saw a tall and heroic man, with a resolute and tough appearance, and a bold and domineering man, greeting him head-on.

Xiao Jingyu smiled lightly, but this time the smile was particularly unexpected, and he said hello: "Huan came early, and his illness a few days ago was cured."

"Thank you for the emperor's concern, Sima Huan's illness is getting better today, but I regret that I can't attend the emperor's birthday a few days ago." Sima Huan said with regret on his face, but the sincerity on his face lacked a little.

Sima Huan's gaze turned to Han Qing's face, his movements were sluggish for a while, his gaze was like a torch, and he shot straight into his face, which was so hot that it could bake people.

Facing the amazing greed in his eyes, Han Qing hid the disgust in his eyes and lowered his head.

"General Huan, looking at people like this, Han Yuma is going to be shy." Li Junye looked at Sima Huan like an ugly person who had never seen a beauty, and joked while drinking wine.

Sima Huan came back to his senses, patted his head in shame and said: "My brother, who listened to it the day before yesterday, said at home how the country and the city were overwhelmed by the horses from the northern cold, Huan still didn't believe it, and when I saw Han Juma today, I really saw the gods descend to earth."

Sima Heng's brother was the great Sima Xian who ordered Han Qing to take off his mask at the emperor's birthday banquet.

Sima Huan sat down next to Han Qing, stared at him with his eyes, and said eagerly, "I heard that Han Yuma is also a general?"

Han Qing raised his long eyelashes, his eyes were calm again, and he said without emotion: "Yes." Suddenly, he felt a hot roughness on his face, and he stood up in shock, and looked at Sima Huan with a cold face.

The few people present didn't expect Sima Huan to be so presumptuous, and he dared to touch Han Qing's face ambiguously, which was extremely disrespectful.

Han Qing was like a snake that had been offended, and immediately pulled out the short knife on his waist, pressed it against Sima Heng's neck, and scolded unhappily: "What do you want to do!"

The scene was a little tense for a while!

"Hahaha, Han Juma is really a beautiful flower with spikes, it's Huan who is offended." Unexpectedly, Sima Huan himself made amends, immediately poured a glass of wine, and said to Han Qing: "I hope that Han Yuma will calm his anger."

Han Qing snorted coldly, stuffed the short knife back into the scabbard, and looked coldly at Sima Huan who was holding a wine glass, not wanting to accept Sima Huan's apology.

Xiao Jingyu had to come forward and say: "Brother Han, don't be angry, Huan has always been straightforward and reckless, and he is informal, I hope you don't rest assured."

Han Qing saw that this Muyun Emperor came forward to speak, so he had no choice but to spare this reckless person and sit down indignantly.

"Han Juma is really temperamental, who caused this eye-catching scar on your face, if I knew, it would be this grandson who caught and beat him." Sima Huan looked at the long scar on the left side of his face, his face was full of pity, he slapped the table hatefully, and said angrily.

"Ahem......" Murong Bai just took a sip of wine, and choked on the words he listened.

Hearing this, Han Qing's eyes turned slyly, his slender eyes looked at Sima Huan, pointed at Murong Bai, and said with an extremely seductive smile: "Oh? As General Sima said, that man is sitting across from you right now, and if you do what you say, I will forgive you for the offense you just had......"

Yan Zijin, who was patting Murong Bai on the back, lowered his head when he heard this, and couldn't help but snicker.

The same were the few people next to him.

Murong Bai looked at the two people opposite innocently, the coughing sound had not stopped, Sima Huan looked at it with his fingers, this time he was stupid, his colleague Murong Bai was secretly glad that he was not the emperor.

Sima Huan stood up, looked at Murong Bai, clasped his fists and said: "The eldest husband has said everything, the horse is difficult to chase, Brother Murong can't help it, let's learn from each other today."

Xiao Jingyu and the others looked at the fool Sima Huan and shook their heads secretly, Yan Zijin couldn't help but smile, and said gloatingly: "Murong, you hit the muzzle of the gun today, and someone came to collect debts for Han Juma."

Han Qing propped his head, his fingertips leisurely playing with the wine glass, a relaxed look, and playfully watched Sima Huan vent his anger at him.

Sima Huan touched his smiling eyes, took a tight breath, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Murong, please come out."