The maidservant girl couldn't bear it, how could such a lively life be buried alive less than an hour after he was born!

She slowly walked out of the door with the baby in her arms, and there was a brand-new coffin in the middle of the courtyard, and the coffin was lying in the young grandmother who had just died of dystocia, and the two of them entered the Korean mansion together as maidservants when they were young, and the two of them helped each other like sisters for three years.

"Sister Cui'er, I, Li Shuqin, swear to the gods, I will definitely raise our children to adulthood!" The maidservant, who had always been timid, looked at her sister in the coffin and secretly swore that she didn't want to cut off the child's life with her own hands, she made a decision that she had never thought about.

While everyone was not looking, she trotted all the way to the stable, put some hay on the ground, then put the child down and covered it with hay, picked up a dry piece of wood from her side, and wrapped it in the quilt in which the baby was wrapped.

"Hao'er, I can only put you here first, you wait, Aunt Qin will take you out of the Han Mansion tonight, you must not make a sound, otherwise we will both be finished!" Li Shuqin said to him gently, it was also strange that the weather in the cold winter was originally cold, and the baby was lying naked on the ground without crying or making trouble, and I don't know if he really understood what he said.

Li Shuqin ran back to the backyard with the wood, and then put it in the coffin, until she watched the people nail the coffin, and her heart fell to the ground.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind outside was still so biting, and Li Shuqin waited until everyone was asleep before coming out of the room. Everyone in the Han Mansion is as usual, the young grandmother died in childbirth, and the little young master was buried alive as if it had never happened at all, and this matter will only be a conversation between the people in the town after tea and dinner in the future.

After dodging several waves of guards and watchmen from the Han Mansion, Li Shuqin quietly came to the stable, she quickly took out a small quilt from her clothes and opened the grass to wrap Han Hao on the ground.

At this time, Han Hao's small body was about to be frozen, his little face was pale and his body was covered with a layer of white frost, Li Shuqin put her ear on the baby's little belly, and was relieved to hear the faint heartbeat.

"Xiao Haohao, it seems that your life should not be extinguished! Aunt Qin will take you out of here, and in the future, the two of us will depend on each other, Aunt Qin will raise you, don't worry!"

Taking advantage of the late night, Li Shuqin quietly left from the back door of the Han Mansion with the baby in her arms, she kept walking in one direction, walking for more than ten days in a row, she knew in her heart that she had to get as far away from the Han family as possible, otherwise she would be arrested and waiting for the two of them only to die.

Ten years later.

In the dilapidated ancient temple in the barren mountains and mountains, a woman collapsed on the bed made of temple door panels and kept coughing, coughing up some blood from time to time, but Li Shuqin, who was just twenty-seven years old, looked like she was forty or fifty years old, very haggard.

In front of the bed, a ten-year-old child was skinny, and the skin on his face was also a little blue-yellow, and at this time he was holding a pampa fan in his hand and squatting in front of a medicine stove made of clay pots, and the heavy smell of medicine spread all over the ancient temple. After a while, he took out a broken bowl and carefully put the freshly boiled decoction into it, and the whole action was done in one go, and it didn't seem like the first time he had done such a thing.

"Aunt Qin, the medicine is ready, let's drink the medicine!" This little boy is Han Hao, he is holding the medicine bowl in both hands, not caring about the high temperature of the soup that has just been boiled, moving small steps and slowly walking to the head of the bed to put it down. Then he lifted the quilt, stood up the pillow, supported Li Shuqin's body and leaned on it, he picked up the medicine bowl with one hand, picked up the spoon with the other, scooped out a spoonful of soup and medicine, put it on his mouth, blew it and handed it to Li Shuqin's mouth.

"Hao'er, don't waste your efforts, Aunt Qin's own body knows by herself, I'm afraid my disease can't be cured!" Li Shuqin opened her mouth weakly, and the decoction flowed down her throat. On the night of Han Hao's birth, Li Shuqin was slapped by Han Qingkui, how could he, a woman with no power to restrain a chicken, stand the casual palm of a cultivator of Han Qingkui, plus he ran out of the Han Mansion without timely treatment, and after so many years, his body was not as good as day by day.

"Aunt Qin, don't say that, okay, I'll go and grab a few more medicines for you later, you can't leave Hao'er, Hao'er will let you enjoy happiness and provide for you in the future!" Han Hao's tears flowed uncontrollably as he spoke, and the more he talked, the more sad he became.

When Li Shuqin came here with him for ten years, a seventeen-year-old girl was still injured, relying on the dozen taels of silver saved by working in the Han Mansion for three years to buy some things in a nearby town, and then reclaimed a few acres of wasteland behind the ancient temple to grow some grain, and relied on sewing and cleaning clothes for others in exchange for some milk and goat's milk to feed Han Hao.

In the past ten years, Li Shuqin has suffered too much, she didn't dare to show her face outside, for fear of being discovered by the people of the Han Mansion, sometimes only one bite of food was given to Han Hao, and she couldn't eat a full meal for two or three days, and even Han Hao didn't have food every day.

"Hao'er, Aunt Qin has no ability, I've suffered you all these years!" Li Shuqin struggled to hold Han Hao in her arms, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried.

Li Shuqin looked at Han Hao in her arms lovingly, and her eyes became a little sloppy.

"Hao'er, Aunt Qin really can't accompany you anymore, you have finally grown up in the past ten years, and I can rest assured that I can go to see your mother!" Li Shuqin stretched out her hand and kept stroking Han Hao's face, with a trace of reluctance in her eyes.

"Aunt Qin, I don't want you to go, what should Hao'er do if you leave, Hao'er can't live without you!" Han Hao grabbed Li Shuqin's arm, his thin little hands were a little white, and tears kept falling in his eyes, wetting his clothes with patches of various colors.

"I can't bear Hao'er, maybe it's fate! Hao'er, you have to remember what I told you, don't think of yourself as the Han family outside, and when you see the Han family in the future, stay away, don't let them know that you are still alive, otherwise they won't let you go!" Li Shuqin stroked Han Hao's forehead, the sin on it had disappeared the next day, and she also felt strange at the time, but if she disappeared, she would disappear, at least she was a normal person in front of others.

Han Hao is ten years old this year, and it is strange to say that he has never been sick in the past ten years, even if he is injured, the wound can heal within a day.

"In the future, you will be the only one living in this world, you must be strong, Aunt Qin believes that Hao'er will definitely have a great future in the future..."

"Hao... Hao'er... Hello me... I can't bear you..."After Li Shuqin finished saying this, her hand slipped from Han Hao's face, and her eyes were completely closed and no longer opened.