In the middle of the night, the wedding banquet slowly ended, and the groom and the beautiful lady both entered the cave room.

"Young master, stay here and don't move, I'll get you some sobering soup...... "The steward Yan Bo bowed his head and ordered the drunk Yan Zijin to stay on the table honestly, but he didn't know that he came over from the kitchen with a bowl of sobering soup, and the drunkard disappeared.

The bright moon hung in the west, and on the ridge of the deserted countryside, a drunken man's humming voice sounded like a play: "The beauties are in pairs, envy the birds on the branches, oops, oops, who, who pushed the master into the field......" The song suddenly broke off in the middle of the song, and a scolding sounded in the middle of the night, Yan Zijin climbed up the ridge in embarrassment, staggered and fell back.

Mingyue was naughty, hiding in the clouds from time to time, Yan Zijin climbed for a long time, and fell down several times, as if he was competing with a ridge that was only half a person high.

After waiting for half an hour, Yan Zijin climbed up from the pit in the field, already in a mess, his eyes were confused and he looked around strangely, and his mouth was dry and wanted to drink water.

Unexpectedly, when I raised my eyes, I suddenly saw a dim light in the room in front of me in the darkness, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and staggered forward to borrow some water to drink.

Yan Zijin shouted a few times outside the door and no one answered, and with a push, the door opened by itself, the inner hall was pitch black, and the sobbing sound of a woman was faintly heard in the inner room.

Yan Zijin tilted his head and stood at the door stupidly, Yuehua illuminated his snow-white back and the word "Han Mansion" on the mansion.

A gust of cold wind blew, Yan Zijin shrank his head, his eyes cleared up for two minutes, and then the strength of the wine came up, and he fell into a deeper confusion, and he dared to enter the house and said, "Girl, I drink water under my pretext."

Yan Zijin looked for a subtle light in a daze, pushed open the door of the house where the woman was crying, and the lights and candles flashed in the house, because the wind blew up the oil star, and it went out in a "poof" sound, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Yan Zijin kicked the wine jar all over the ground with his feet, fell down, and pressed against a soft and warm object, full of the woman's rouge body fragrance and strong smell of wine.

"Master, you've come to see me...... the woman hugged him tremblingly, kissed him happily by the neck, and said intoxicated and enthusiastic.

Yan Zijin was drunk without knowing it, and he didn't know which gentle township he was in, his hands touched the softness under the clothes, and he said nonsense in his mouth: "The little lady serves me well, and your silver ...... is indispensable."

"Master, you are bad~" The woman shouted, Yan Zijin was screamed by this coquettish voice, and she was even more ignorant of the clouds, she just wanted to press this begonia under her body and show her majesty......

The sun rose and the moon set, and in the house in the deserted suburbs, there was a sudden scream one after the other, startling the birds in the trees, and then a man was kicked out of the window, and fell to the ground with a blue nose and swollen face.

Red sleeves tugged at the collar tightly, pointed at the long sword, stared at the enemy outside the window with red eyes, and scolded: "Deng, you actually took advantage of my drunkenness to sneak into the house and insult me, I will kill you!"

"I didn't mean to ......" Yan Zijin didn't expect that it was not Miss Qinglou Courtyard who slept last night, but Han Qing's woman, and she regretted not falling.

"Don't run, I'm going to kill you,ah-" Red Sleeves jumped out of the window and accidentally twisted his foot, and Yan Zijin immediately got up when he saw the opportunity.

Red sleeves covered the painful feet with tears rippling, seeing Yan Zijin running away, she was angry and angry, when she was in the market yesterday, she heard that Sister Jing was killed by the ghost general, Han Qing lost her head and almost died, and under the pain, she bought a large cart of wine.

Unexpectedly, she was drunk and was humiliated by someone sneaking into the mansion in the middle of the night, what is the meaning of her life!

Red Sleeves raised her sword and was about to wipe her neck and die, Yan Zijin ran back and took the sword from her hand, shouting: "Red Sleeves girl, I can't help it, I can't ...... it."

"I'm going to kill you-" Red Sleeves grabbed Yan Zijin and beat him badly, Yan Zijin didn't dare to fight back, of course he couldn't beat him.

"Wait, I forgive you for killing my parents, you don't have to go to my parents' graves every day to kneel, don't beat me, don't beat me......" Yan Zijin thought that this matter was wrong with him, and took out the conditions in exchange.

"Even if I kill you, I won't get rid of my hatred, you bastard, you have bullied me again and again, I will never spare you!" Red Sleeves scratched Yan Zijin's face, pinching his neck and saying hatefully.

"It's my fault, it's my drinking mistake, I'm willing to bear the fault, if you want, I'll marry you and give you a name." Yan Zijin couldn't think of any other way, so he could only say this.

"I'm the wife that Ye Ming Media is marrying, who is rare for you to give me a name like a toad." When Red Sleeves heard his ridiculous words, he was angry and funny, and scolded bitterly.

“……”

At this moment, Han Qing, who was far away in the northern cold, didn't know that he was cuckolded, and he didn't know about the man-made disaster he was about to face.

It has been almost half a year since Bei Hanjing left him, and Han Qing often has the illusion that she was in a trance only yesterday. He lived a muddy life, he didn't dare to sleep alone, he had insomnia and dreams every night, and he had to light agarwood.

In the past few days, Bai Bian has to go back to the Medicine King Valley to collect medicine, and three days after the two left, Han Qing realized that he had long been accustomed to Bai Bian's meticulous treatment of him, and the lack of his caresses on the pillow at night made him extremely unaccustomed to it.

It is difficult for Han Qing to define, what kind of affection does he have for Bai Bian, a male concubine, saying that he likes it or not, but it is very important to him, this degree is no less than Bei Hanjing and Red Sleeves.

However, when Bai Bian stepped into the princess's mansion on the seventh day with a basket of herbs on his back, Han Qing, who was sitting in the courtyard playing chess with Murong Bai, saw the heat in his eyes, dropped the chess pieces in his hand, and couldn't wait to rush forward, hugging Bai Bian is to gnaw on it fiercely, and sniffed deeply the taste that belonged to him.

Bai Bian was obviously frightened, Han Qing had never been so enthusiastic about him in front of others like this.

Han Qing tugged at his belt, raised a pair full of lust, and said in a deep depression: "I really underestimated that you poured me ecstasy soup."

Bai Bian smiled happily with black and white eyes, with a touch of incomprehensible obscurity in the depths.

Murong Bai put down the chess pieces in his hand, afraid that if he stayed, Han Qing would do something more out of the ordinary in front of him, so he silently withdrew.

If he could deceive himself before, Han Qing didn't like men, and his ordinary feelings for Bai Bian to save his life could not continue now.

What was burning in Han Qing's eyes now was undisguised, perhaps he didn't even notice it.

"Hee-hee...... Are you in love with me? Bai Bian pressed Han Qing down on the chess piece, and asked with enthusiasm burning in his eyes.

"I think it's in your hands." Han Qing looked directly at Bai Bian's black and silver eyes, and unceremoniously reciprocated his feelings, and soon the chess pieces on the table fell to the ground scatteredly, and the subordinates retreated shyly.

After a fierce and enthusiastic cloud and rain in the courtyard, Han Qing looked at Bai Bian opposite in the bucket presumptuously, and said in hindsight: "How do I feel, you are different from before when you come back this time."

"Hehe, why don't you like my difference?" Bai Bian smiled mysteriously, with a hint of smug cunning in his eyes.

"No, you like everything." Han Qing suppressed the peculiarity in his heart, and the more he looked at Bai Bian, the more pleasing he became, and took the initiative to kiss him and said.

"If I had someone else under my skin, would you like it too?" Bai Bian was quickly provoked by Han Qing's desires, turned passive into active, and played with Han Qing in his palm, and his silver eyes were extremely evil.

Han Qing was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, looked up at Bai Bian's joking appearance, and breathed a sigh of relief, how could the same skin be copied in the world?

Ever since Bai Bian installed Fan Moya's silver eyes, he always had a strange feeling, especially when he looked at that silver eye, as if he was facing Fan Moya himself, he couldn't help but be distracted.

"You cover your silver eyes tomorrow, I still like dark eyes." Han Qing touched Bai Bian's silver eyes and asked.

"Oh? Is it? But I prefer silver eyes, and I want to cover up my dark eyes. Bai Bian pinched Han Qing's wrist, put it in his mouth, bowed his head and kissed it.

"Whatever you want." As soon as Han Qing finished speaking, Bai Bian entered him for the second time dissatisfied, and said in his ear unrelentingly: "I don't rely on your partiality."

"Isn't it all yours?" Han Qing's eyes were hazy, and he said in a whisper.

"Have you forgotten, I'm going to change my head." Bai Bian stroked Han Qing's flushed face, and said with a strange and strange smile on his face.

Yes, since Bai Bian can change his head, why can't he put someone else's head on him?

Han Qing was shocked and instantly pushed Bai Bian away, and retreated in fear, Bai Bian caught Han Qing, who was successfully frightened, and smiled backwards.

Han Qing finally realized that he had been tricked, and he was angry and wanted to hit Bai Bian, but he was firmly caught.

"Don't make jokes like that!" When Han Qing heard him say that he changed his head, he suddenly felt the illusion that his neck hurt.

"Hehe, I'm not joking with you, no matter who I am, I'll be turned upside down by your fascination." Bai Bian comforted Han Qing and said, Han Qing leaned into his body and said, "Then I won't be fascinated by people other than you."

"Huh, really?" Bai Bian said mysteriously in his ear, his tone was sexy and low, with a long sense of fun. When Bai Bian came back this time, not only did he feel different, but he also changed the way he spoke.

"Don't look weird!" Han Qing was not used to it, so he patted him angrily and said.

"Don't be angry, I'll be your little white rabbit back to Lai Pi Snake, okay?" Bai Bian changed back to his previous way of speaking, his voice was clear and clean, with a unique crispness and simplicity.

Han Qing looked at his familiar appearance and breathed a sigh of relief, and somehow remembered that Bai Bian woke up every night, saying that he dreamed that someone cut off his head from behind, took his face, and lived in his place!

Han Qing frowned slightly, and asked casually, "Have you still had that nightmare recently?"

"Don't do it! Because I dreamed that I killed the murderer. Bai Bian said with a smile, with a little pride.

"Who is the murderer?" Han Qing clenched the edge of the tub.

"Hehe, is this a secret?" Bai Bian's clear eyes began to play hide and seek with him.

Han Qing lowered his face, pushed Bai Bian away, and said disdainfully: "Since you don't want to say it, then don't tell me for the rest of your life."

"Hehe, Qingqing, your temper is still so hot!" Bai Bian approached Han Qing, rested his chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

Han Qing stared at Bai Bian in disbelief. In the world, how can anyone change their own head!