Monk, this child is yours

Along the way, Ye Qingshuang was very curious about the way Wujian and Han Jin got along with each other. They didn't feel any disobedience in getting along so strangely.

However, he didn't think too much, and got out of the carriage.

He thought that no matter how dilapidated the General's Mansion was, it would be better than Dong's Mansion, but he was a little dumbfounded when he got off the carriage and saw the General's Mansion, which was dozens of times the size of an ordinary farmyard.

The guards outside the gate were full of energy, with a slightly murderous look, but they still couldn't conceal the dilapidation of the General's Mansion.

Ye Qingshuang glanced at Yan Huayan and Wujian, seeing that they didn't think there was anything wrong with the General's Mansion, so she resisted the urge to speak out.

Han Jin led the three of them into the courtyard and arrived at the living room.

The furnishings in the living room were neat and simple. Han Jin sat on the top seat, and the three of them sat on the chairs on both sides at random.

After Han Jin asked his servants to make tea, he said to Wu Jian: "Master, do you still remember what you said last night? When I picked up Master today, he was already preparing to transplant all the potatoes in the vegetable garden of Jinghua Temple to the backyard of the General's Mansion." After that, no one will disturb the master when planting."

Han Jin looked at Ye Qingshuang again if he pointed it out, Ye Qingshuang lowered his eyes guiltyly.

Looking at him like this, Han Jin must know that he has Jianxin space, and also knows that the food comes from his Jianxin space, so he said that no one will disturb him.

In this way, Yan Huayan might know it too.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Huayan who was facing sideways, Yan Huayan felt Ye Qingshuang's gaze, turned his head and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, young master?"

Ye Qingshuang shook her head, "It's nothing."

How could he take the initiative to ask Yan Huayan if he knew about his Jianxin space.

Wu Jian didn't say anything after listening to Han Jin, but asked: "How does the donor deal with the food and seeds he planted?"

Han Jin smiled lightly, took a sip of tea, and said: "Now that the war has not started, the soldiers in Beiguan are fine, let them reclaim this wasteland with a radius of a hundred miles, plant potatoes and then distribute the seeds to the people of Ye City, let them plant Isn't it faster than the master's daily donation? If this continues, within three months, the entire city of Ye will be famous for planting potatoes."

Ye Qingshuang thought about it for a while, because Beiguan is a fortress at the border of Jing Kingdom, there are at least [-] soldiers defending the city, although there are few soldiers outside the general's residence, most of them can be found at Beiguan.

Therefore, Wu Jian also agreed with what Han Jin said, nodded and said, "That's fine."

Han Jin smiled and let them drink tea, and after eating some snacks, he walked up to Ye Qingshuang and seemed to have something to say to Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang stood up flattered, and asked uncertainly: "The general has something to say to Qingshuang?"

Han Jin nodded, "Young Master Ye, take a step to talk to me."

Ye Qingshuang glanced at Wu Jian with a flat face, then nodded to Han Jin, "Okay."

Ye Qingshuang followed Han Jin out of the yard, the sky was dark and almost completely dark.

In the yard, there are a few tall and luxuriant dwarf flower trees. The breeze blows, and a burst of flower fragrance hits.

Ye Qingshuang raised his eyes to look at Han Jin's broad back, and he didn't know what to say. He didn't know what Han Jin was going to say to him, so he felt very uneasy.

Han Jin's profile looked very serious, as if he was thinking about what to say to him.

After a long time, Han Jin turned around, squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Qingshuang with a smile, with the kindness of an elder in his eyes, "I know about Mr. Ye and Feixue. Feixue sent a letter to me before the accident happened. I mentioned the matter of marrying you. I used to live in Beiguan all year round and didn't care about the affairs of the capital, but the letter contained a portrait of you. I knew your identity just by looking at it, so I was still hesitant How could I write a reply to Feixue, I never thought Feixue would have an accident so soon."

Han Jin sighed for a while, but Ye Qingshuang frowned in doubt, "My identity?"

Seeing Ye Qingshuang's doubts, Han Jin said clearly, "I'm afraid Mr. Ye doesn't know his identity?"

Ye Qingshuang shook her head when Han Jin asked with certainty and uncertainty, "I don't know who I am? Am I a leader in Hualou?"

what else?Is there any special identity?

Seeing that Ye Qingshuang really didn't know about his identity, Han Jin changed the subject with a smile, "Young master Ye didn't know, so he just pretended I didn't say anything. Now that he sees Mr. Ye himself and my son has lost his memory, I don't know what Mr. Ye thinks about it." Marry my son? If you want, I will organize this happy event on my own initiative?"

Hearing the word "marriage", Ye Qingshuang was a little confused. He thought that marriage was far away from him. After all, Han Feixue didn't know when to recover his memory, but now that Han Jin mentioned it, he still felt a little unreal, "Flying Xue...he hasn't recovered his memory...he has the heart of Buddhism, and he is dedicated to becoming a monk. I'm afraid that the marriage..."It can't be done...

Han Jin understood Ye Qingshuang's concerns, but he also felt that those were nothing serious, "Young Master Ye said this is a matter of agreeing to get married."

Of course he wanted to agree, it was certain that he liked Han Feixue, and it was only natural that he wanted to get married, not to mention that he had Han Feixue's child.

Therefore, he shyly lowered his eyes and nodded, "Qingshuang is willing to marry Feixue."

Han Jin smiled gratifiedly, "So, I will find a way to get you married."

"Thank you, General!" Ye Qingshuang was about to salute Han Jin, but Han Jin raised his arms before he could salute, "Since you have decided to marry my son, Qingshuang doesn't need to call me General, just call me Dad."

"Father..." Ye Qingshuang raised his eyes and called softly. He felt that he called this word very awkwardly, but Han Jin laughed happily.

"Qingshuang, dad wants to ask you something..." After Han Jin laughed, he asked Ye Qingshuang seriously, then looked down at Ye Qingshuang's stomach and asked, "Is Qingshuang pregnant now? Is there another life in your belly?" breath."

Ye Qingshuang's eyes widened in surprise, a martial arts practitioner is so powerful, it can be seen that he has a child in his belly, he blushed slightly in embarrassment, "Yes... yes... have a child..."

"But Feixue's?" Han Jin asked with concern, Ye Qingshuang hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "It's Feixue's."

"Hahaha" Han Jin laughed even louder after hearing this, and patted Ye Qingshuang on the shoulder, "So, I'm about to have a grandson...haha..."

After Han Jin laughed, he said again: "Don't worry Qingshuang, father won't let you be wronged. Over there at Hualou, I'll immediately tear someone down to redeem you."

Hearing the word "redemption", Ye Qingshuang suddenly became relaxed. If he came to this world, the only thing he worried about was the matter of redemption.

Although Han Jin said that he wanted to prepare for the marriage of Ye Qingshuang and Wu Jian, the first thing to do was to solve the problem of food and clothing for the soldiers defending the city and the people of Ye City.

Therefore, after that night, they all started to work, but Ye Qingshuang was relatively free, because Han Jin didn't let Ye Qingshuang work at all.

Ye Qingshuang had no choice but to go to Wu Jian's room in the middle of the night when he needed potato seeds in the space, and give Wu Jian the seeds.

Speaking of which, after talking with Han Jin that night, Ye Qingshuang lived happily every day. First, he could redeem himself, so he didn't have to worry about going back to Hualou again. Second, he could get married.