Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Han Shiqing walked along the wet bluestone road, his eyes swept across the familiar and unfamiliar plants, trees, pavilions and pavilions in the general's mansion, and his mood fluctuated slightly.

When the servants in the corridor saw Han Shiqing, they all bowed and smiled, and the pretty girls blushed at him.

Everyone in the mansion is friendly, the yard is cleaned clean, the flowers and plants are taken care of fresh and beautiful, the whole mansion is very popular and full of vitality.

This is the real general's mansion in his heart.

It will not fail, it will not be poor, and it will not end.

Everything about him is here.

This time, he must protect his family.

Pushing open the door of the west wing, handing the umbrella to Han Shan, Han Shiqing was led by his servants to Jiang Yu's bedside.

"Qing'er, you came just in time." Han Jingyu called Han Shiqing to come to him, and asked in a deliberate tone, "Tell Dad honestly, who is this child?"

"It's not my son anyway!" Han Shiqing was afraid that Han Jingyu might have misunderstood something, so he quickly waved his hand to clarify.

"Of course I can see that!" Han Jingyu patted his head, stroking his mustache with a look of hatred for iron, and said, "Your father and I are not blind, and the age difference between you two is here So, only your two elder brothers will believe that statement."

"I wonder why you are so upset with him. After taking a nap, you rushed out against the rain as if you were possessed by an evil spirit, and beat him when you saw him." Han Jingyu asked with a frown, "I heard Yi Ming say that you still You are crying, why are you crying? Could it be that this child was born to the girl you like?

"It's not right, I watched you grow up, and I don't see any older girl you are attracted to..."

"Father, hey, dad!" Han Shiqing saw that Han Jingyu's brain was wide open and he couldn't stop the car, so he interrupted him quickly, "Don't think about it!"

General Han knew that he hadn't guessed right, so he was unhappy, and asked him, "Then tell yourself, what is the relationship between you and this child, and why did you beat him?"

Han Shiqing stared at Han Jingyu, wanting to laugh.

Although his father was a general, he had also been on the battlefield, and he was merciless in killing the enemy, but he was very good to his family, otherwise he would not have married He Yiran for the rest of his life, and there was even a concubine in the family Neither did he and the housemaid.

Han Jingyu would only be strict with them when they practiced martial arts, learned the art of war, and practiced horseback riding and swordsmanship. On weekdays, they could often joke regardless of their superiority or inferiority.

Having such a father is undoubtedly a blessing. Although Han Shiqing feels helpless, his heart is warm.

He didn't rush to answer Han Jingyu's question, but looked at Jiang Yu who had his eyes closed on the bed, and asked the doctor sitting beside the bed, "Doctor, is he seriously ill?"

The doctor heard the words and replied, "This young master is thin and weak, and his blood is insufficient. It should be caused by long-term hunger and hunger. Today, he has been drenched in rain for so long, and the cold air entered his body. Now he has a high fever. If the old man drinks If the prescribed medicine does not reduce the fever for a long time, I am afraid it will burn the head, and in severe cases, it may cause dementia."

"Oh, that's it." Han Shiqing's eyes lit up when he heard the word "stupid".

"Father, I was the one who was rude today." He slowly made up a lie, "A few days ago my son clashed with this little beggar when he was visiting the East Market. Go and beat him up."

"Then why does he call you father?" Han Jingyu didn't quite believe it.

"Probably trying to ruin my reputation." Han Jingyu boasted, "After all, your son and I are the favorites of many girls waiting to be married in Yong'an City~ If it is rumored that I have such a big son, wouldn't it make the girls sad? Absolutely?"

"Then why are you crying?"

"Who said I cried? That's because the rain got into my eyes!"

Han Jingyu stared at the red and swollen eye circles of his youngest son, and fell silent.

After a while, he sighed, and said: "You can do whatever you like, and I won't ask any more. The news of you beating a beggar in the street today will definitely have an impact on the mansion. I will send someone to appease the beggar." Helping to watch the excitement, you should pay attention to yourself in the future, don't be so impulsive like today!"

"Well, my son will pay attention." Han Shiqing pushed Han Jingyu away, "I will be responsible for the aftermath of the trouble I caused, so don't worry about me here. I will take care of this kid and send him back, no It will be tongue-tied.”

After Han Jingyu and the doctor were sent away, only Jiang Yu, Han Shiqing and the guard Han Shan who had been standing not far from Han Shiqing were left in the room.

"Han Shan." Han Shiqing moved a chair and sat by the bed, looked at Jiang Yu, but called Han Shan.

"Subordinates are here."

"Go and tell the boy who purchased the medicinal materials that I will bring all the medicine bought for this boy to this room, and I will boil it for him myself." He smiled slightly and continued, "After all, I have to take good care of him."

He still bit the word "Okay" so hard that Jiang Yu, who was pretending to sleep on the bed, trembled his eyelashes and almost couldn't stretch himself.

"Subordinates obey."

When Han Shan left, the smile on Han Shiqing's face faded, and his gaze stayed on Jiang Yu's flushed face. The force he used to hit Jiang Yu was not light, resulting in a cut on his mouth and around his eyes. Small mouth, a face blue and purple, looking a little pitiful.

But this appearance did not arouse Han Shiqing's sympathy.

Han Shiqing was only concentrating on his own thinking.

"Jiang Yu." For a long time, Han Shiqing stared at the slightly trembling eyelids of the boy on the bed, and said pointedly: "If you really become a fool because of this disease, I will consider not killing you."