went to Shengxing alone to find Wang Meng to get the antidote.

On the brown paper, the words left are majestic and dignified, and the roundness is hidden and sharp, and the words are clear and uninhibited.

Han Qing recognized this word, who did it come from, but Muyun Beihan traveled thousands of miles, and when he wanted to start a war, how could he go deep into Beihan.

"The antidote? Going alone?"

Han Qing put away the kraft paper, frowned and thought, whether this was a trap or not, he had to break through.

In the whole Beihan, there is only one restaurant called Shengxing, the business is prosperous, the customers are endless, specializing in Muyun's dishes, it is said that the boss has stayed in Muyun, after tasting the deliciousness, the chef is brought back to open a store.

Han Qing's knife made the guards ambush outside the door, and wrapped the Xingsheng Building heavily.

Han Qing walked into Xingsheng Building alone, inspected the guests who sat down to eat again, stopped Xiao Er, put his scabbard against his neck, and asked coldly, "Is there a guest named Wang Meng in your store?"

Xiao Er nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes, he left, leave you a note, and let you go to the outskirts of the city to find him alone."

Han Qing frowned, unfolded it, and it read: "Go to the appointment alone, at the gate of the suburbs, you can see each other." The handwriting is still the same.

Han Qing hurriedly rode a horse and took the people to chase people on the outskirts of the city, but when he arrived at the outskirts of the city, he pounced again, and an old woman selling vegetables stuffed him with a note, writing: "Go to the appointment alone, the moonlight pavilion in the city, and you can only meet if you miss your thoughts."

Han Qing was deceived and went around in circles, trembling with anger, and secretly scolded: cunning fox.

Han Qing resisted his irritability, asked most of the guards to go back to the house first to listen to the movement, and took four or five guards in disguise to ride towards the Moonlight Pavilion in the city.

This Moonlight Pavilion is a place where prostitutes gather, and it is a place where rich people come, and those who enter the pavilion need to hand over the weapons they carry with them.

Han Qing handed over the long knife and entered the Moonlight Pavilion alone, smelling all kinds of rouge incense powder, his eyes wandered over the scantily clad woman, and he covered his nose in disgust.

Then, casually stopped the turtle who was passing by with wine, and asked irritably: "Do you have a thought here, ask her to come out to see me."

"Childe, just go upstairs to the second room on the left." The turtle didn't even raise his head, and left in a hurry without waiting for him to reply.

Han Qing couldn't do anything, so he gave a few subordinates a secret look, and walked to the second floor.

Han Qing raised his finger and just wanted to knock on the door, when the door opened a crack along the force, and a woman's leisurely voice came from inside, saying, "Childe come in."

Han Qing pressed the dark dart on his waist and cautiously walked inside.

On the beauty chair in the front hall, there was a bewitching beauty lying on her back, painted with Danko's plain hands, pointing to the three jars of wine on the table, and said with a smile: "Childe has drunk these three altars of beauty, and Nian Nian will tell you the answer you want."

Han Qing vigilantly picked up the wine jar, smelled the fragrant smell, took out the silver needle to test the poison, looked at the beauty and thought: This is the realm of the Northern Cold, Rao Na Ren does not dare to be presumptuous, and there are also his people outside the door.

Han Qing raised the wine jar, the liquor rolled down his stomach one after another, the irritability in his heart licked the fire more and more serious, slammed the wine jar on the table, and said angrily: "Call that person out for me."

The woman named Nian Nian covered her sleeves and covered her mouth, and said with a smile: "Please son, take off your mask and wrap this black scarf around your eyes."

Han Qing gritted his teeth and untied the mask on his face, and when he saw Han Qing's magnificent true face behind the mask, he sighed loudly: "In the original world, there are men who are more beautiful than women."

Where did Han Qing want to listen to her Rory, tied a black cloth towel two fingers wide, and just wanted to quickly lead out the people behind the scenes.

"Now you can take me to the man." Han Qing tied a black scarf on his eyes and said angrily.

"Naturally, Childe will take my hand and come with me." Na Niannian got up lazily, took Han Qing and walked outside the house, and got into a carriage after several twists and turns.

"Where is this carriage going?" Han Qing didn't expect that Nian Nian was going to take him away from the Moonlight Pavilion, and vigilantly grabbed her wrist with his backhand and asked.

"Childe, we'll find out later." Nian Nian said unhurriedly.

"No, if you don't tell me, I won't leave." Han Qing refused to get into the carriage, delaying the time and waiting for his subordinates to come out.

Nian Nian was still not in a hurry, and said with a smile: "If Gongzi doesn't go, when the time comes, Wang Gongzi will probably leave, and he said that if you miss that thing again, you won't give it."

In the drunken fairy building, the three guests are dignified and unique.

"Zijin, what do you think of Beihan?" Xiao Jingyu picked up his wine glass, looked at Pu Hua's street with phoenix eyes, and turned his head to ask.

"It's quite prosperous and well-organized." Yan Zijin picked up the wine jug and said unhurriedly.

"What about Muyun?" Xiao Jingyu's phoenix eyes were bright, staring at Yan Zijin's cheeks with red lips and white teeth, and asked.

"Do you want me to say nice things or bad things?" Yan Zijin put down the flask, raised his head and asked.

"Ugly words." Xiao Jingyu rubbed the rim of the cup and said with a gentle smile.

"This Northern Han is governed in an orderly manner, you and I have stayed here for three days, and I have seen that everyone in the city believes in the Black Lotus Sect, Hu Khan's people get along well, no one has quarreled on the street, the current monarch is also quite a leader, and the people are quite supportive, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with."

Yan Zijin said his inner words, Xiao Jingyu nodded, and the smile in his phoenix eyes increased.

"What about nice words?" Xiao Jingyu asked again.

Yan Zijin picked up the wine jug again, poured wine for the emperor and said: "This Beihan Mo has managed the Northern Han so well for Muyun, it's really hard for him."

Xiao Jingyu snorted out laughing, pointed at Yan Zijin and said with a petted smile: "You mouth, you can talk about the Black Lotus Sect again."

"This Northern Han Kingdom is all down to the people, up to the royal family, all religious, so that the cohesion is extremely strong, this is a blessing and a curse, if the Black Lotus Holy Son is upright, if the heart is not right, I am afraid that the disaster will come from the Xiao Wall."

Yan Zijin remembered that Fan Moya didn't know what kind of witchcraft he had used, and he actually sent a poisonous snake to bite him, and he knew that this son had a righteous face and an evil heart, and if one day, everyone knew his evil true face, it would be the day when the country fell apart.

Xiao Jingyu sighed when he remembered that Fan Moya was eating all men and women and threatening Yan'er and Han Qing to stoop.

When the two were about to talk, they heard the sound of the carriage downstairs approaching, so Gao Sheng got up from his position and went out to call Xiao Er.

Xiao Er led people to remove the leftovers on the table, put a pot of new wine and wine glasses, Yan Zi hurriedly stopped them from taking wine, twisted the wine jug and glass, and said goodbye: "I'll take it back to the room to drink."

Xiao Jingyu saw that he was very drunk, and admonished: "Settle down at night, don't go out for a walk after eating."

"Yes, follow the words of the prince." Before Yan Zijin left, he didn't forget to gag and say.

This Yan Zijin is a literati who likes to wander in the wind and snow, and every time he goes, he eats all the delicious things and plays all the fun things.

Xiao Jingyu likes to take him out to play, because he is a jack of all trades, but he has the bad habit of being in the limelight, and likes to leave coquettish things everywhere.

It's okay in Muyun, but it's easy to do bad things in Beihan.

After Xiao Jingyu waited for him to leave, he pointed to the stool where Yan Zijin had sit, and coldly instructed Gao Sheng: "Change the stool, and at night, you watch him order."

When the stools were changed, the carriage drove more or less slowly, stopped at the door, and a man and a woman slowly came out of the carriage and came upstairs.

"Buckle buckle...... Wang Gongzi, I brought people here. Nian Nian outside the door knocked on the door and said.

Xiao Jingyu's phoenix eyes motioned for Gao Sheng to open the door, and after a while, the blindfolded Han Qing was led into the door by Gao Sheng.

Xiao Jingyu said loudly: "Gao Sheng, you can step down." Han Qing suddenly heard his loud voice, his body stiffened suddenly, and his fingers secretly clenched.

"Xiao Jingyu, you dared to enter the North Cold, and let people take me around in a big circle, what is the meaning of coming here." Han Qing grabbed the blindfolded muslin and asked very complicatedly.

"Brother Han is tired from running all day today, sit down and eat." Xiao Jingyu made a gesture of please, the corners of Han Qing's mouth sneered, and he opened his black robe and sat down.

"What the hell are you going to do to give me the antidote to the forbidden gongs." Han Qing sat down and didn't move his chopsticks, looked directly at Xiao Jingyu and said.

"Hehe, Li'er has already told me about the grievances you suffered for helping her find an antidote, and I will officially come over today to thank Gong Engong, and the antidote will naturally be offered."

"You don't have to be sentimental, I'm not asking for you, I wish you were dead." Han Qing said coldly, and Xiao Jingyu touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Brother Han still resents the drunkenness that night in Jinque Pavilion-" Xiao Jingyu didn't finish his words.

Han Qing instantly stood up, grabbed his collar with a hideous face, and interrupted angrily: "Shut up, if you dare to say it, I will teach you to break the Northern Cold today."

Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and said that he would not say anything, and Han Qing calmed down and sternly warned Xiao Jingyu and said: "I don't care if you were that night, whether it was intentional or unintentional, if you tell this story, I will teach you to die a miserable death."

Xiao Jingyu's phoenix eyes calmed down, nodded and said, "I'm here to talk to you about Fan Moya."

Han Qing's fine eyes immediately became vigilant, narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Fan Moya is an evil person, unfit to be a holy son, we may be able to unite and drive him off the altar." Xiao Jingyu said with a smile and a suggestion.

"No need, Mo Ya is kind and benevolent, it is the blessing of Beihan, but you came to Beihan to divide us, with bad intentions, you still obediently wait for us to attack you."

When Han Qing heard Xiao Jingyu slandering Fan Moya, his handsome face immediately pulled down, and he immediately spoke up.

When Xiao Jingyu saw Han Qing mention Fan Moya, there was convincing admiration in his eyes, and he was very surprised in his heart.

According to Han Qing's grudgeful personality, if he suffers a loss and doesn't hack people to death, it is definitely not normal, how can he still defend the people who hurt him.

Xiao Jingyu looked at Han Qing carefully, and suddenly realized that he was more delicate and beautiful than before, and the scars on his face were about to disappear.

His wildness and bloodlust seem to have been locked up.

"You've become a pet on his bed." As soon as Xiao Jingyu's words came out, Han Qing's beautiful face instantly lost blood, and his fine eyes instantly revealed a trace of panic.