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Han Qing was sitting at home, and Yan Zijin put on two green hats for no reason. This time, the red sleeve was also made pregnant, not to mention how angry he was.

"I told you to sleep with my woman, I told you to sleep with my woman, did I not break your teeth last time, so you dare to loosen the dirt on my head!"

Han Qing grabbed Yan Zijin's collar, bent his legs and slammed into his stomach, and punched Yan Zijin in the face, knocking out three of his teeth.

Yan Zijin doesn't know martial arts, so he is no match for a barbarian like him, but thinking of the child in Hongxiu's belly who wants to be called someone else's father, he absolutely can't bear it!

"I won't let you take her away unless I die!" Yan Zijin is usually bloodless, but when it comes to this fundamental principle, he is as stubborn as a dead cow.

"Then you go to die." Han Qing kicked Yan Zijin, kicked him into the pit, took off the whip, and said contemptuously: "Yan Zijin, you don't have the ability to fight against me at all. If you obediently slip under my crotch and call me three times, good grandpa, I was wrong, and I will spare your life!"

"I won't yell!" Yan Zijin didn't yell, which made Han Qing sneer, raised his whip and beat him hard: "Then I'll beat you to death."

The continuous rain in May fell as soon as it was said, and it was as fine as cow hair. In the drizzle, Yan Zijin dodged around in embarrassment, whipping everywhere.

In a moment, the brocade clothes on his body were torn by the whip, and the whip wound penetrated into the flesh, and the drizzle brought blood out of the wound, dyeing his light green clothes red.

The others couldn't bear to look straight at the spot, the little murderer opened the oil-paper umbrella to cover the red sleeves, and couldn't help persuading, "Lord Yan, just admit your mistake obediently, maybe the son-in-law will save your life."

"I won't yell, and I won't yell if I die. Han Qing, if you dare to beat me to death, I promise you won't be able to get out of Muyun's gate." It was beaten to pieces by the whip, but the bones were not soft at all, which was surprising.

The fine drizzle all over the sky was like three thousand threads of trouble, and it became bigger and bigger, turning into a patter of light rain. Han Qing's anger became more and more blazing like the rain.

"I owe a beating!" Han Qing beat Yan Zijin one after another, and Yan Zijin fell to the wet ground, staring at Han Hongxiu, hoping that she would change her mind and take a look at herself, but she never did. .

Until, Yan Zijin fell dying in the puddles accumulated by the rain, when he was disheartened.

Surprisingly, Hongxiu suddenly pushed away the umbrella that the little murderer had opened for her, gritted his teeth and stood up, raised his face and pleaded with tears: "Master, Hongxiu please don't hit him, Hongxiu wants to stay here, why not?" He has children."

"Hongxiu, do you know what you said?" Han Qing let go of Yan Zijin, who was covered in blood, and turned to ask seriously.

"Hongxiu knows my master, I lost my sister Jing, and now I lost my brother Bai Bian, I am lonely and lonely, but at this critical moment, I betrayed my master and I feel guilty, but I am pregnant with him.

I don't want my child to be born without a father, so please let me stay here. " Hongxiu knelt in front of Yan Zijin and begged with her face up. The drizzle quickly moistened Hongxiu's eyebrows, and they were covered with fine raindrops.

"What if I disagree?" Han Qing asked silently.

The drizzle continued, and Han Qing's dark red coat had already been soaked into a deeper color, dripping wet, looking like a drowned chicken.

"That Hongxiu committed suicide right in front of your eyes, please forgive me." Hongxiu suddenly slipped a dagger out of his sleeve and pointed it at his neck threateningly.

"Hehe, you two are really in love!" Han Qing suddenly felt real anger in his heart, feeling annoyed at being betrayed and being moved.

"Master, I'm sorry!" Han Hongxiu smiled bitterly.

Why didn't she want to go with Han Qing, but that stubborn donkey would rather be beaten to death than give in, she didn't want him to die, so she had to come out to intercede.

"Yan Zijin, I'll give you one last chance. If you can take a hundred whips from me, I'll let Hongxiu stay." Han Qing said coldly.

"Okay, you fight!" Yan Zijin climbed up from the mud pit, covered in mud, and stood in front of Han Qing in embarrassment to defend her woman and son.

One lash, two lashes, three lashes, four lashes, five lashes, six lashes, seven lashes, eight lashes...

Han Qing whipped Yan Zijin on the back angrily, Yan Zijin tremblingly straightened his back and said nothing, Hongxiu looked at Yan Zijin nervously.

The more Han Qing drew back, the lighter the force became, until the hundred whips were over, Hong Xiu stepped forward, hugged Yan Zijin tightly in her arms, and asked with concern: "How are you doing?"

Han Qing silently stared at their affectionate expressions, lowered her hands, and said coldly with her fine eyes: "Yan Zijin, I leave the red sleeves to you, if you dare to treat her badly, I will kill you and put Their mother and son took him away and deprived your father of his rights."

"Don't worry, I won't let you have this chance, ha ha." Yan Zijin spat blood and smiled triumphantly.

"I hope so." Han Qing said seriously.

The little murderer approached Han Qing holding an umbrella and handed him a new umbrella.

Han Qing took the oil-paper umbrella, approached Hongxiu and bent over her to support her, and said softly under the umbrella: "The place of side wife in the consort's mansion is always reserved for you, you can come back anytime."

"Master..." Hongxiu was so moved that he couldn't be more moved, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry!" Han Qing stuffed the umbrella in her hand, patted her head, and said with a gentle smile.

After delivering the umbrella, Han Qing was exposed to the rain and left without looking back.

Hongxiu stared at his straight back disappearing into the mist and rain for a long time, her heart was broken.

"I will take good care of you." Yan Zijin said with a wry smile, wrapping his arms around Hong Xiu's thin shoulders.

Hong Xiu grasped the umbrella tightly, lowered her eyes wordlessly, Yan Zijin coughed and hugged her into his arms, looked at the misty water vapor outside and said, "I'll take you home."

"Okay." Hongxiu held the umbrella tightly, winking like water, and said softly.

However, what Yan Zijin didn't know was that when Jiang Shi learned that he brought the red sleeves home, there was a disturbance again, let's not mention these for now.

Han Qing was abducted by someone and ran away from his little wife. When he returned to Beihan frustrated, he fell seriously ill.

Han Qing was lying on the bed, drowsy and drowsy. He smelled the cold fragrance coming from the darkness. Someone replaced the warm towel on his forehead and waited quietly by his bed.

When Han Qing opened his eyes every day, what he saw was Bei Hanjian, who was busy with his work. Every time he approached, his body was clean and smelled good, just like the grass after the rain.

After his thoughtful feeding of the medicine, Han Qing lay down drowsily, thinking about the faint and cold fragrance in her mind.

In the day-to-day chaos of high fever, Han Qing could smell the cold incense almost every night. Once he struggled to catch the cold incense. Bei Han Jian in front of the bed.

For some reason, Han Qing secretly revealed a sense of loss in her heart.

Han Qing looked at the young man guarding his bedside, and suddenly found that his facial features became more handsome and sharp without knowing it, and matured between a young man and a man, only his temperament was warm and soft as before.

Han Qing leaned on the side of the pillow, staring at Bei Hanjian who was sleeping peacefully opposite, suddenly felt that the boy he brought back from Gu Jin was both strange and familiar, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Han Qing couldn't help but touch his straight nose. Bei Hanjian seemed to sense that someone was looking at him. He opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed the back of his hand affectionately, and called, "Brother-in-law."

Han Qing was so limp as if soaked in a warm pool by his unsuspecting "brother-in-law", which reminded him of how Yehwa used to follow behind him.

At that time, he trusted and approached him without defense, his clean and clear eyes were full of admiration, and he carried that positive and inexhaustible vitality every day.

At that time, they were both friends, master and apprentice, relatives, boss and junior follower.

The subsequent changes in Hehua made Han Qing feel uncomfortable. If only he had always been the clean and warm young man before!

Han Qing's eyes at this time were warm and thoughtful. Bei Hanjian reached out and touched his forehead, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Han Qing nodded, Bei Hanjian asked, "Are you hungry?"

Han Qing shook his head, Bei Hanjian was about to get up and go out to call for someone, when he realized that Han Qing was grabbing him by the corner of his clothes, and said hoarsely: "It's still early, you don't have to work, come up and sleep for a while."

Bei Hanjian was more respectful than obedient, lifted his quilt, and lay down in Xiao's long-awaited quilt. Han Qing yawned and closed his eyes.

After a long time, Bei Hanjian embraced his body from behind, and the two extremely hot and mature male bodies were close to each other, and Han Qing's already hot body was covered in hot sweat by him.

Bei Hanjian buried his head in the back of Han Qing's neck, hugged him contentedly, and said, "It would be nice if you were sick for the rest of your life, and you wouldn't look at me with hatred for strangers, and listen to me like this every day."

Han Qing fell asleep unknowingly, and barely listened to a few words. He was sweating from this sleep, and after waking up, his mind was much clearer than usual.

Bei Hanjian sat in front of him for an unknown amount of time, saw him wake up, gently picked up the decoction, fed it into his mouth with a spoon, and said, "Come and drink the decoction, you will recover sooner."

Han Qing opened his mouth in silence, and Bei Hanjian patiently fed every drop of the soup into his mouth, and finally wiped his mouth for him, smiling and narrowing his eyes, in an extremely sunny mood.

Han Qing felt that today's soup tasted a bit different, so Bei Hanjian shared it with him before he had time to think about it: "Ah Li, I can write today, guess what is the first word he will write?"

"What word?" Han Qing was still hoarse when he woke up.

"He wrote dad. He can learn such complicated characters five times. He's very smart." Bei Hanjian took out from his bosom, and showed Han Li's crooked dad characters with a smile.

Han Qing's eyes were slightly moved, and Bei Hanjian continued: "Brother-in-law, you need to get better soon, and you can hug Li'er."

However, for some reason, Han Qing felt weaker and weaker day by day. He often woke up in a daze. One morning when he woke up, he found some itchy red herpes quietly growing on his face.

The imperial physician prescribed some ointment for him, saying that it was a side effect of detoxification from the medicine, and it would heal after a while.

However, Han Qing found that the red herpes on her face grew bigger and bigger, and soon became rotten flesh, which rotted the whole face. Han Qing knocked over the bronze mirror in horror.

"What's going on here?" Bei Hanjian asked the imperial physician angrily. After several imperial physicians made a diagnosis, they said tremblingly, "My son-in-law has a strange disease that cannot be cured!"

"You mean brother-in-law's face can't be healed?" Bei Hanjian's face was extremely ugly, Han Qing turned his back to them, and tremblingly covered his face tightly with the veil.

Almost overnight, the people of Beihan Kingdom knew that Han Qing had suffered from an unknown strange disease, and his face was disfigured.

In this way, the once peerless beauty turned into an ugly monster that everyone in the world despises and avoids. Even his own son Han Li would be frightened and cry when he approached him.

Han Qing recovered from his illness, but his face was ruined.Every day he turned up and down, he covered his veil tightly, for fear that others would see that disgusting and ugly face.

People used to wish they could drag him into the soil to defile him, but now they only think that he is defiled the soil.

Under people's increasingly disgusted eyes, Han Qing suddenly disappeared one day, and Bei Hanjian was so anxious that he dispatched more than 2 imperial guards to look for him.