Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

The beheading platform in the West Market was under the scorching sun, and the big knife in the hands of the axemen was dazzling. Han Jingyu, the general of Zhenbei, was kneeling on the platform, with his body slightly bent, his eyes covered with messy hair.

The executioner's token was thrown in an arc, cut off with a big knife, and the head landed with the token.

Gululu, Gululu...

The old general's head rolled down the beheading platform and rolled all the way to the young man's feet. The bright red blood stained the road, making people dizzy clearly.

Han Shiqing's feet went limp, and he sat slumped on the ground. He shook his hands to push away the messy hair covering his face, but saw the old general's closed eyes suddenly widen, bloodshot and angry.

"It's you! It's you who killed the Han family!" The old general's voice was so loud that it seemed to resound through the entire West Market, and Han Shiqing was surrounded by angry voices.

"If you hadn't led the wolf into the house, how could my Han family have ended up in such a situation! How could your eldest brother and second brother have died in the northern border!! It's all you! It's all you!"

"No, no, it's not like this... No, Dad, Dad, listen to me..." Han Shiqing was forced back by the rolling head, his head hurt like a needle, he tried to shout and try to defend himself.

"Father!" Waking up suddenly, Han Shiqing opened his eyes, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Shi Qing!"

"Master!"

"Little brother!"

There were shouts from different people, Han Shiqing was supported by Han Shan to sit up, looked at the person guarding his bed, and the circles of his eyes quickly turned red.

Han Jingyu asked him worriedly: "Qing'er, why did you pass out in the study for no reason?"

He Yiran poked him next to him, and complained: "It must be because I am too tired from studying! I have already said that our family should not take the imperial examination, but you want to support him. Look, look, now What did you force the child into?"

Saying that, He Yiran sat down in front of the bed, and touched Han Shiqing's pale face distressedly, "Look at my Qing'er, her face is so pale, she hasn't eaten well these days, she's lost weight from hunger..."

"Mother..." Han Shiqing suddenly put his arms around He Yiran, buried his head on He Yiran's round shoulder, and couldn't come out.

He Yiran was taken aback, and quickly reached out and patted her son's back, and said softly, "Qing'er, did something bad happen to you? Tell mother, mother will work with you to find a solution, don't worry about it by yourself." Hold back and say nothing."

With Han Shiqing on her shoulder, he shook his head and didn't speak.

Seeing him like this, He Yiran felt uncomfortable, and her throat felt astringent.

Knowing the son is more like the mother, He Yiran knows that Han Shiqing likes to show her best side to her family since she was a child. She will not say anything when she is wronged. When she is really sad, she will hide herself. When will it be better? Appeared again, and then the energetic young master of the General's Mansion again.

So she loves and loves this little son, but there is nothing she can do about it.

Thinking of this, He Yiran couldn't help but shed tears, and became anxious about Han Jingyu next to her.

"Stinky boy! Get up quickly, you see that you made your mother cry!"

"Ah?" Han Shiqing woke up a lot after being yelled at by his father. When he looked up, He Yiran was really crying, and hurriedly started to coax his mother, "Mother, why are you crying? I'm fine, really Yes, don't you think I'm alright?"

Once He Yiran cried, she couldn't stop, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Han Jingyu looked at Han Shiqing more and more dangerously.

"Oh, mother, I'm really fine!" Han Shiqing hurriedly defended, and even forced a smile, waving his hands indiscriminately, "Look, what can I do?"

"Is it all right?"

"It's really fine!" Han Shiqing grabbed He Yiran's arm with both hands, shook it, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm hungry, can you ask the kitchen to cook for me~"

Hearing that Han Shiqing was hungry, He Yiran's mind was diverted, she stopped crying, and hurried to the kitchen to cook.

Han Jingyu originally wanted to stay and question Han Shiqing, but was kicked out by Han Shiqing who repeatedly assured him that he was fine, and Han Yunchang followed suit. Before going out, he looked at Han Shiqing with a complicated expression, looked at him for a while, and sighed.

As soon as Han Shan closed the door, he heard Han Shiqing ask him.

"Where did sir and Han Yu go?"

"Sir, seeing that the young master was unconscious, he said a few words of concern, and then went back, but that Han Yu seemed to be worried, and his face was very bad."

Han Shan remembered something and said, "By the way, there is also Han Yu who asked me to send a message to the young master."

"What did he ask you to say?"

"He said that in the future he will not come to our house with his husband again."

Han Shiqing was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and said in a low voice, "It's best not to come."

Han Shan saw that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother him. After serving Han Shiqing for dinner, he retreated outside the house to guard.

If I sleep too much during the day, I can't sleep at night.

But now he doesn't want to do anything, his mind is so empty.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the window three times and called back Han Shiqing's wandering soul who had wandered somewhere.

Han Shiqing followed the voice, but saw Liao Yunfan pinching the staring Han Shan with one arm, covering his mouth with his palm, and smiling at him with the other hand on the window lattice.

"Little apprentice, do you miss Master?"