Moonlight and Xingqing

"Qing'er, would you rather believe Miss Hu than me?" Qi Lang seemed unaware of the sadness and jealousy in his seemingly calm tone.

"Brother Lang, that's not the case. I don't believe you, I just..."

Han Qing hesitated to speak, what should he say? Qi Lang wanted to take him back to Yujing, but he refused, but when Yaer Haiqing and Tianquan found him, he turned to Chu An—his name His fiancée—for help, what can he say to convince brother Lang that he doesn't trust him.

"Just what?" Qi Lang broke the casserole and asked the bottom line. Han Qing was introverted and always said nothing. It was not easy to find a suitable opportunity for him to open up.

"Brother Lang, you are so kind to me, I don't want to owe you..." Han Qing bowed her head and thought for a while, and finally told the truth.

"You don't want to owe me, do you want to owe Miss Xi?" Qi Lang was not very satisfied with Han Qing's answer.In his heart, he couldn't compare to Chu An.

"I owe An'er, I always have a chance to pay her back, but I owe you..." Han Qing hesitated, "I probably won't even think about paying it back in my life."

"Stupid Qing'er, when will I ask you to pay me back?" Qi Lang shook his head amusedly, and lightly pecked Han Qing's forehead.

"It's because you don't want it, so I'm sorry..." At that time, Han Qing already understood Qi Lang's intentions, but he couldn't give him any response. Under such circumstances, how could he take it for granted to enjoy what he gave him? everything.

"After escaping from Uncle Hai Qing, have you been with Miss Xi and the others?" Qi Lang continued to ask, his tone still a bit unwilling.

"No, I'm not with them." Han Qing shook her head and explained: "Xiao Ziyi is a restless person, if you let her stay there for a month or two, she will definitely hold back Crazy, so she and Ann helped me settle down and left."

"Gone? They just left? You left alone?" Qi Lang was shocked. He never knew that Xiao Ziyi was such an unreliable person.

Calculating with fingers, Qing'er was almost eight months pregnant at that time, they actually dared to leave him alone, and then left irresponsibly, Qi Lang felt lucky for Liuli when he thought of it, he was safe The birth is really blessed by the moon god.

"That's right, they are going to Huzhou to participate in the martial arts conference, what are they going to do if they don't go?" Han Qing didn't think that Xiao Ziyi and Chu An could do anything else when they stayed at that time except to make trouble for him. He left a servant named "Changle" to take care of him. Although that idiot can't do anything, he is more pleasing to the eye than Xiao Ziyi and Chu An.

"No way..." Qi Lang rested his forehead and sighed. He regretted not taking Han Qing home by force.

After Xiao Ziyi and Chu An went to Huzhou, Han Qing took Changle to live in a small village near Yizhou, which was adjacent to Linchuan County, and it was very convenient for Han Qing to find a doctor when she gave birth.

"My lord, my lord, look at the pheasant I caught today, isn't it beautiful?" Carrying the booty that went into the mountain today, Chang Le rushed back to the small courtyard where he and Han Qing lived, The delicate little face is full of expressions of offering treasures.

The delivery date is approaching, and Han Qing's body is already very heavy, but in line with the idea of ​​exercising more to give birth, he slowly moved over while supporting his waist. When he saw the two pheasants in Changle's hands clearly, his expression It was dark immediately.

This Changle, saying that he is a fool really does not wrong him, why did he let him go hunting in the mountains, is it because the baby in his stomach is greedy and wants to eat delicious food.

But look at the pheasant that this little idiot has brought back. It looks good, with a colorful tail, but the head is too small, making him feel that it is not enough to fit between his teeth.

"My lord, what are you talking about?" Chang Le obviously didn't know what Han Qing was thinking, and was still asking him for credit, "I chose these two pheasants with great difficulty, aren't they beautiful?"

"You are beautiful, you can be eaten as beautiful..." Han Qing turned back angrily.

Since the late stage of pregnancy, Han Qing has never had anything more important than eating. He has no interest in whether the pheasant is beautiful or not. He only cares about whether the meat is tender enough, and whether the taste is fresh enough. Everything else is not important.

"Oh, son, you're hungry, I'll go to the kitchen to cook right away, just wait..."

Changle didn't hear Han Qing's resentment at all, but he understood that he was urging him to cook, so he put the pheasant in the yard, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Compared with Xiao Ziyi's tricky and weird taste, Changle thinks that Han Qing is a very easy-to-serve master. He can eat whatever he does, which is so rare.

What Chang Le didn't know was that Han Qing was also a very tricky person before, but he was disgusted by his cooking skills in recent months, so as long as he caught someone who was better at cooking than himself, he would not Any comments will be appreciated.

Changle was cooking in the kitchen. Han Qing was walking around the yard with her stomach in her arms. By the way, she watched the two pheasants with their legs tied up and down in the yard. It's the size of these two pheasants, let's talk about fattening first.

The wild duck soup was stewed by Changle on the stove before going out in the morning, so the lunch was prepared very quickly. When he brought the finished meal to the table, Han Qing had just turned the third circle in the yard.

Today there is a dish of stir-fried wild mushrooms, which looks delicious in color and fragrance, making Han Qing's gluttons drool, but even after trying a few times with chopsticks, he didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

I don't know if that little idiot will recognize mushrooms, what if he picks poisonous ones, Han Qing's expression is very embarrassed.

"My lord, this fungus is not poisonous, don't worry." Chang Le used to follow Xiao Ziyi, although his head is not bright, but he is still very down-to-earth, otherwise Xiao Ziyi wouldn't worry about letting him take care of Han. Sunny, "Eldest Miss and Miss Xuan also like to eat it, but the production of this kind of fungus is rare, it is only after the rain in this season every year, and it grows in different places every year, or I am lucky today , still can't pick..."

Seeing what Chang Le said was convincing, Han Qing was relieved. Besides, although he couldn't identify mushrooms—especially cooked ones—he could identify poison, so he took a double look to make sure there was no problem. So I ate it in big mouthfuls, because the taste of the mushrooms was good, and Han Qing's resentment for not being able to eat the wild pheasant was a lot less.

"My lord, it's almost time. Missy and the others haven't heard from them yet. Should I go down the mountain and invite a doctor back?" Xiao Ziyi and Chu An did say that they would give birth in Han Qing before they went to Huzhou. If they rushed back before, based on Changle's understanding of them, it's better not to believe their words too much.

"What do you want the doctor to do? Don't you believe in my medical skills?" If it weren't for Han Qing's outstanding medical skills, Xiao Ziyi and the others might have found a doctor to watch him closely before they left. It was Han Qing who said Don't use them.

"The little one doesn't mean that, the little one just thinks..." Changle is also very embarrassed. He absolutely has no doubts about the medical skills of King Han's son. Did it work?

"Don't be in a hurry now. It won't be too late to ask a doctor when you go down to the market in two days." In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Han Qing and the others live in a small village on the mountain, and many daily necessities have to be bought in nearby towns. I bought it, so Changle has to go down the mountain every ten days.

Changle counted the days and felt that what Han Qing said was right, so he stopped insisting, but he obviously did not expect that Han Qing's luck would be so bad.

That night, it rained heavily in Yizhou City, and there was lightning and thunder outside the window, which was as bright as daytime. Han Qing himself was not afraid of thunder, and he still slept soundly, but the baby in his belly was not so courageous. Yes, after being frightened several times by Thunderbolt, he started to move around.

"Uh..." Han Qing was abruptly awakened by the pain. He opened his eyes in a daze, touched his stomach that was a little stiff, and felt at a loss.

Before he could touch it a few times, the pain in her stomach disappeared and it returned to its usual softness, so Han Qing didn't care, and lay down and continued to sleep.

However, Han Qing couldn't sleep soundly this time, and even in her sleep, she always felt that her stomach was very restless, which she had never experienced before.

So when she woke up from the pain again, Han Qing was so frightened that she couldn't sleep.

Is he about to give birth?Han Qing thought a little confused, and then tried to recall the medical books he had read before.Although he has studied medicine since he was a child, he has never learned how to give birth systematically. The only birth scene he has ever seen is Chen Xing, the younger sister of his father Wang Sheng. The bloody little baby was so frightened that he burst into tears.

"Ah..." At this moment, her stomach hurt again, and Han Qing screamed while holding her stomach.

He remembered that it didn't take long for his father to give birth to Xingxing, and it didn't hurt too much. He gradually relaxed and called out Changle's name loudly.

At this time, Han Qing was not in a panic, because he still remembered that several of his younger siblings were delivered by his father himself. Yaer Haiqing basically didn't understand medical skills, and he could handle things. How could he do it himself? Not sure.

Han Qing obviously forgot that giving birth to others and giving birth to herself are two completely different concepts.

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