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Outside the window, the light rain was pattering, beating on the glazed tiles of the palace, and inside the red luan's tent, Mo Xiangli uttered a word out of confusion and fascination, which made the atmosphere of love fall to the ground coldly.

"Pregnant?" Han Qing froze in her hands, staring blankly at Mo Xiangli's bright red face. After a while, her gaze shifted hesitantly to her flat and firm belly.

"Well, after dinner tonight, the nausea was severe. The imperial doctor came to make a diagnosis and told me." Mo Xiangli looked at Han Qing's uncertain face, touched his upper abdomen, and said in a low voice.

"Pregnant..." Han Qing said again in a low voice, it seemed a little unbelievable, and she was silent for a long time.

Mo Xiangli put on the red bellyband that had just been untied, pulled up the quilt, and glanced at Han Qing's pale face guiltily.

After a long time, Han Qing turned around from the blow and said calmly: "Yan'er, it doesn't matter if you are pregnant with his child, I will treat him like my own son. Now pack up and go to Beihan with me."

"Brother..." Mo Xiangli lay on the bed without moving, watching him hesitate to speak.

"So what?" Han Qing's tone was a little excited.

"I don't want to go to Beihan..." Mo Xiangli turned his eyes away and lowered his head, not daring to look into Han Qing's eyes.

"He doesn't love you at all, what are you doing here!" Han Qing asked angrily while pinching Mo Xiangli's thin body.

Mo Xiangli recounted what Hua Xihuan had heard, Han Qing suddenly lost strength all over his body, and there was a kind of strength that could not be used to mourn. He rode his horse day and night, and ventured into the palace late at night, and got the result One is worse than the other.

Fist and deep affection can't match mere small intentions.

"Han Yan, are you going to drive me crazy?" Han Qing felt that she was about to be driven crazy, and asked in a breakdown while clutching her wet hair.

"Brother, don't do this." Mo Xiangli grabbed his self-abuse hand in pain and said uncomfortablely.

"Then let me ask you, do you want your brother or that man?" Han Qing looked sharply into Mo Xiangli's clear eyes and asked angrily.

"Brother, don't be like this, I...I..." Mo Xiangli frowned in pain.

"Han Yan, why do you hesitate? I have been guarding you since I was seven years old, and the emperor has only known you for three months. Can't you choose this?" Han Qing grabbed her slender wrist, Said bitterly.

"Brother, you two are different from me. In Yan'er's heart, he is a husband who can be trusted. My brother is like a brother and sister in Yan'er." Mo Xiangli explained word by word, Han Qing The vivid face faded with her words.

"Then... will you still come with me?" Han Qing was silent for a long time, and asked with fragile hope in her beautiful eyes.

Mo Xiangli shook his head slowly but firmly.

Han Qing let go of her, a bitter smile leaked from the corner of her mouth, and said lamentingly: "I really don't know what he is better than me."

Han Qing turned around tremblingly, and walked towards the door, as if she was about to fall down at any time.

"Brother, where are you going?" Mo Xiangli was worried when he saw his appearance, and asked with concern behind him.

"No home... Where are you going... Where are you going..." Han Qing closed her eyes and muttered, Mo Xiangli was moved in her heart, tears streaming down her face, she just wanted to hug him and not let him leave.

However, Han Qing disappeared suddenly, leaving only a few wet footprints of different shades and a few drops of water faintly on the ground.

Mo Xiangli stood there for a long time, looking wistfully at the slowly disappearing traces, feeling empty and desolate in her heart, she finally met her brother, and now he was pushed away by herself.

I don't know when we will meet again...

Mo Xiangli sat on the bed in a daze, and accidentally touched the quilt with his fingertips, and the few drops of wetness and tears fell silently.

In the end, the crying became louder and louder, the slender body curled up into a small body, clutching the quilt tightly to his chest, weeping suppressedly: "Brother, you have left Yan'er again, woo woo woo..."

The light rain outside was still pattering down, and Han Qing walked heavily on the palace road of Muyun Palace.

Why did he marry Bei Hanjing? It was for power and status. Why did he want power and status? Because he wanted to use these things to protect his loved ones.

It's just that Li'er is married to other people, so where does he come from? Li'er doesn't need him anymore, she only wants the emperor, only the mediocre emperor...

Then what's the point of him galloping across the battlefield, racking his brains and pursuing power.

All of Han Qing's attachments suddenly disappeared. Looking at the bright road in front of him, he didn't know where he should go?

Han Qing vaguely felt that his biological mother was beautiful, but the beautiful eyebrows and red blood merged into one, and disappeared from his world since then.

Then, the man who seemed to be descended from the gods bent down and hugged him pitifully under the frozen cold knife, and said in a warm voice: "My child, you will be my son from now on, so you can follow my surname and call him Han Qing." .”

When he was four years old, he bid farewell to the years of running around and hiding with his mother. The man named Han Ze took him into the second home in his life.

After staying in the army for three years, Han Ze taught him literature and martial arts in his spare time, and taught him the art of war.

Because he was getting older and the battle was getting tighter, it was inconvenient to keep him in the army, so Han Ze had to send the seven-year-old him home to study.

When I first met Han Yan, she was only three years old and was a fair-skinned little dumpling. She was held in the arms of that beautiful woman with a warm smile on her face, watching him smile foolishly.

He stood anxiously in the warm winter sun, not daring to approach the beautiful woman standing in the full sunlight.

The woman whose whole body was covered with warmth like Han Ze approached him actively, touched his head happily, bent down, looked at him with warm eyes, and said to him:

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I finally see you. You are so beautiful. You will be my son in the future. I will treat you very well."

He suddenly let go of his nervousness, looked at those kind eyes like a mother, and called out "Mom."

"Hey." On that Yan'er-like face, there was a smile on her face, and she hugged him joyfully, her eyes curved like a crescent moon.

It's just that the warm time is extremely short.

That year, on the eve of the war between Fengqing Kingdom and Muyun, Han Ze never returned home.

There were rumors among the people that Han Ze had colluded with the enemy to judge the country and deserved to be beheaded by the enemy. There were also rumors that someone in the army had colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country, and unfortunately Han Ze was killed by the current emperor.

Rumors abounded among the people, and the imperial court ransacked Han Ze's family and drove them out of the general's mansion, further verifying the first theory.

It's just that no matter what, he would never believe that that loyal man would betray his country.

After the mother suffered the bad news, she couldn't afford to be ill, dragged her sick body, took the two of them and a maid, and bought a hut in a remote market with the remaining silver.

Although the days are not the same, his mother did not forget to send him to study with his teacher.

In less than a year, the maid ran away and stole most of the silver, which dealt a heavy blow to the poor family, but the kind mother did not complain about the maid, and said that she owed her.

From then on, they had to have enough food and clothing for themselves. The mother was born into a wealthy family, her limbs were inactive, she couldn't distinguish grains, and she couldn't even make a stove.

Han Qing undertook the job of cooking, and her mother felt ashamed, and worked day and night as a female worker to subsidize the poor and desolate family, which caused her eyes to suffer.

Yan'er wanted to help her mother embroider things, but she was clumsy and didn't know how to do anything. He embroidered secretly behind his back, falsely claiming that Yan'er embroidered.

In those two years, my mother's illness became more and more serious, and she often couldn't get out of bed. He quit school to support the family, and my mother always felt that she owed him.

Because of the tense war, every inch of rice and every inch of food in Fengqing is as expensive as gold, and there are people who cannot afford food and starve to death every day.

As for the medicines used by my mother, they must all be expensive Chinese herbal medicines, and even a few medicinal herbs are priceless, and the price of this medicine is as high as sky-high.

In those two years, he made money crazily, making handmade products, copying books for people, telling stories for people, working as a waiter in the inn in the market...

But spending money is like sinking into a bottomless pit, and my mother's illness has not improved at all.

When I didn't have enough money to buy medicine, when I passed by the men's hall, I always thought of going in to be a waiter and earn money for my mother's medicine.

At the age of 12, the frontline war became more and more unfavorable, and the fatuous emperor issued an imperial decree: Anyone over 14 years old and under [-] years old, without disabilities, will be enlisted in the army, and the family will be exempted from corvee and taxes, rewarded three times, and go to the front line to fight Muyun's attack .

Three rounds of money can keep them alive for a year, but he is desperately short of money to buy medicine and treat his seriously ill mother, so he can only lie about his age to join the army.

In that hot summer, Yan'er watched him go away amidst the sound of cicadas in the setting sun. At that time, he heard Yan'er crying loudly behind him, so he hardened his heart and left.

He knew that ten-year-old Yan'er had just learned to cook, wash clothes, and embroider, and it would be very difficult to take care of her seriously ill mother.

However, his mother's illness required too much money, so he could only join the army, relying on monthly rations to earn money for her mother's medical treatment.

Five years later, when he became famous, he happily returned to his hometown, ready to pick them up and go to Beihan to live a good life.

Only seeing a touch of loess where the mother was buried, did I know that my sister disappeared three years ago.

He looked at the postman, Ah Gui, who was rubbing his hands together, with stern eyes.

Only then did he know that his annual and monthly rations had been embezzled by the village messenger, Agui. Except for the first four months of the first year, when his younger sister received the deduction of rations, she never received any mail from him after that. The food and pay that came over.

He couldn't imagine how his lonely sister and sick mother would spend the difficult days ahead.

After he knew the truth of the matter, he beat the embezzler Ah Gui alive with a whip to death, but he still couldn't understand his hatred.

I hate the postman who was kind and trustworthy, but because of his gambling addiction and depraved human nature, he even disregarded life and death, and used the embezzled life-saving money to gamble.

Could it be that God abandoned Yan'er before punishing him, and now she fell in love with other men and conceived other people's children?

The rain was falling more and more heavily, accompanied by the thunder and lightning that started to rumble, and the thunder and lightning occasionally fell, illuminating the thicker darkness ahead, making people wonder when and where it would be dawn.

Memories of the past flashed before Han Qing's eyes, walking like a dead body dragging heavy steps in the rain, the world in front of him began to flicker, and when the last lightning struck, he fell silently to the ground.