The light rain outside the window was dripping, knocking on the glazed tiles of the palace, and inside the red luan tent, Mo Xiang's words in the confusion made the atmosphere of love fall to the ground coldly.

"Pregnant?" Han Qing's hand froze, staring at Mo Xiangli's blushing little face, and for a long time, his eyes hesitantly moved to her flat and firm lower abdomen.

"Well, I was very nauseous after dinner tonight, and the imperial doctor came to diagnose me and told me." Mo Xiangli looked at Han Qing's uncertain face, touched his upper abdomen with his hand, and whispered.

"Pregnant......" Han Qing read in a low voice again, as if it was a little hard to believe, and was silent for a long time.

Mo Xiangli tied the red belly pocket that had just been untied, pulled the quilt on, and glanced at Han Qing's somewhat pale face with a weak heart.

After a long time, Han Qing turned back from the blow and said astringently: "Yan'er, if you are pregnant with his child, I will treat him like a parent, you pack up now and follow me to Beihan."

"Brother......" Mo Xiangli nestled on the bed, did not move, and looked at him and stopped.

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

"I don't want to go to Beihan ......" Mo Xiangli opened his eyes, lowered his head and didn't dare to look into Han Qing's eyes.

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

Mo Xiangli recounted what Hua Xihuan had heard, Han Qing suddenly lost his strength, and felt sad that he had nowhere to go, he rode a horse day and night, and ventured into the palace late at night, and the results were worse than the other.

The affection of the fist is not enough to resist the petty meaning.

"Han Yan, are you going to drive me crazy?" Han Qing felt that he was about to be driven crazy, and asked as he grabbed his wet hair.

"Brother, don't do this." Mo Xiangxuan grabbed his masochistic hand painfully and said uncomfortably.

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

"Brother, don't be like this, I'm ...... I ......," Mo Xiangli said with a painful frown.

"Han Yan, what can you hesitate about, 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 and said hatefully.

"Brother, you two are different from me, he is a husband who can be entrusted in Yan'er's mind, and my brother is like a brother and sister in Yan'er." Mo Xiangli explained word by word, and Han Qing's vivid face became more and more decaying with her words.

"That'...... Are you still coming 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 resolutely.

Han Qing let go of her, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he 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 he was about to fall down at any moment.

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

"Homeless...... Where to...... Where to go is not to ......" Han Qing closed his eyes and muttered, Mo Xiangli was touched in his heart, tears flowed down, he just wanted to come forward and hug him and not let him leave.

Han Qing suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few wet footprints of different shades on the ground and a few drops of water that had stunted to the ground.

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

I don't know when we'll see each other again......

Mo Xiangli sat on the bed in despair, his fingertips inadvertently touched the quilt, the few drops of residual wetness, and tears flowed silently.

In the end, the crying became louder and louder, and the slender body curled up into a small speed, covered the quilt tightly on his chest, and cried suppressedly: "Brother, you left Yan'er again, woo woo woo ......"

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

What did he marry Bei Hanjing for, 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 another woman, where does he come from, Li'er doesn't need him anymore, she only needs the emperor, as long as the emperor who is extremely mediocre......

So what's the point of him galloping across the field, scheming, and pursuing power.

Han Qing's attachment suddenly disappeared, he looked at the bright road in front of him, and he didn't know where he should go?

Han Qing vaguely knew that his biological mother was very beautiful, but her beautiful eyebrows and eyes merged with red blood, and she disappeared from his world since then.

Then, the man who seemed to have descended from the gods, under the solidified cold knife, bent down and picked him up with pity, and said in a warm voice: "Child, you will be my son in the future, you will follow my surname and call him Han Qing."

When he was four years old, he said goodbye to the years when he ran around with his mother and hid in Tibet, and 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 to practice literature and martial arts in his spare time, and taught him the art of war and strategy.

Because he was getting older and the war was getting tighter, it was inconvenient to keep him in the army, so Han Ze had to send him at the age of seven to study home.

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

He stood in the warm winter sun with trepidation, not daring to approach the beautiful woman standing in the bright sun.

The woman, who was covered with warmth like Han Ze all over her body, took the initiative to approach him, touched his head happily, bent down, looked at him with warm eyes, and said to him:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I finally saw you, you are so beautiful, you will be my son in the future, and I will be very good to you."

He suddenly let go of his nervousness, looked at the eyes as kind as a mother, and called out expectantly: "Mother."

"Hey." The face that looked like Yan'er's was full of smiles, and she happily picked him up, and her curved eyes were like a crescent moon.

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

That year, on the eve of the war between Feng Qingguo and Mu Yun, Han Ze never returned home.

The folk began to rumor that Han Ze collaborated with the enemy to judge the country and deserved to be killed by the enemy, and there were rumors that someone in the army collaborated with the enemy and treason, and Han Ze was unfortunately killed by the current emperor.

There were many rumors among the people, and the imperial court copied Han Ze's house and drove them out of the general's mansion, which further verified the first statement.

It's just that no matter what, he will not believe in death that that loyal man will betray his country.

After the bad news happened to her mother, she couldn't afford to fall ill, so she dragged the sick body with the two of them and a maid, and used the remaining silver taels to buy a hut in a remote market to live in.

Although the days were no longer in place, his mother did not forget to send him to study with the teacher.

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

After that, they could only have enough food and clothing for themselves, and their mother was born into a rich and noble family, and her limbs were not diligent, and she did not divide the grains, and she could not even make a stove.

Han Qing contracted the work of cooking, and her mother felt ashamed, working as a female worker day and night to subsidize the poor and destitute family, and her eyes were broken because of this.

Yan'er wanted to help her mother embroider things, but her hands were clumsy and she couldn't get anything, so he secretly embroidered behind his back, lying that Yan'er embroidered it.

In those two years, his mother's illness became more and more serious, and he often couldn't get out of bed, he quit school to support the family, and his mother always felt indebted to him.

Because of the tight war, every inch of rice and grain in Fengqing is as expensive as gold, and there are people who can't afford to eat food and starve to death every day.

And the medicine used by my mother is all precious Chinese herbal medicines, and even a few flavors of medicinal materials, which are priceless and marketable, and the price of this medicine seems to be sky-high.

In those two years, he made crazy money, making handmade products, copying books to people, telling people stories, and working as a runner in the inn of the market......

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

When the money was not enough to buy medicine, when I passed by the men's hall, I had the idea of going in to be a little girl and earn money for my mother's medicine.

At the age of twelve, the war on the front line became more and more unfavorable, and the emperor issued a holy decree: all those over the age of fourteen, under sixty, and without disabilities were to enlist in the army, and their families were exempted from conscription and taxes, and they were rewarded three times, and went to the front line to resist Muyun's attack.

Sanguan's money can allow them to live for a year, and he is in urgent need of money to buy medicine and treat his seriously ill mother, so he can only lie about his age to join the army.

That hot summer, Yan'er watched him go away in the sound of cicadas in the setting sun, and he heard Yan'er crying behind him, and he walked away with a hard heart.

He knew that ten-year-old Yan'er had just learned to cook, wash clothes, and embroider, and that it would be 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 and rely on monthly food and salary to earn money for his mother's illness.

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

I only saw a touch of loess where my mother was buried, and I knew that my sister had disappeared three years ago.

He looked at the postman next to him rubbing his hands, and his eyes were stern.

Only then did he know that his annual and monthly salaries had been embezzled away by the township to send a letter to Ah Gui, and his sister had not received any food and salary from him since then, except for the first four months of the first year, when she received the deducted salary.

He couldn't imagine how his lonely sister and his seriously ill couch mother would survive the difficult days that followed.

After he knew the truth of the matter, he whipped the corrupt money to death with a whip, and still did not understand his hatred.

I was angry that the postman, who was originally kind and trustworthy, was addicted to gambling and degraded human nature, so he disregarded life and death and used embezzlement and life-saving money to gamble.

Could it be that God abandoned Yan'er before punishing him, and now she will like other men and be pregnant with other people's children?

The rain began to fall heavier and heavier, accompanied by thunder and lightning that began to rumble, and occasionally slashed* electricity, illuminating the thicker and thicker darkness ahead, making it impossible to know when and where it would be dawn.

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