Han Qingren sat at home, and was worn two green hats by Yan Zijin for no reason, and this time the red sleeves were also made to have a big belly, not to mention how hot it was.

"I told you to sleep with my woman, I told you to dare to sleep with my woman, didn't I break your teeth last time, so you dare to loosen the soil on my head!"

Han Qing grabbed Yan Zijin by the collar, bent his leg and hit him in the stomach fiercely, punched Yan Zijin in the face, and knocked out three of his teeth.

Yan Zijin doesn't know martial arts, where is his opponent as a barbarian, but when he thinks of the child in his belly after the red sleeves, he wants to call someone else's father, he definitely can't bear this breath!

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

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

"I don't shout!" Yan Zijin didn't shout when he died, which made Han Qing sneer, raised his whip and crackled at him: "Then I'll kill you."

The rain in May, as soon as it is said, is as fine as cow hair, Yan Zijin in the drizzle, embarrassed to dodge everywhere, omniscient whip.

Suddenly, the brocade clothes on his body were broken by the whip, and the whip wounds penetrated deep into the flesh, and a little drizzle brought the blood out of the wound, staining his light green clothes red.

The others couldn't bear to look directly at the place, and the little murderer opened the oil-paper umbrella to cover the red sleeves, and couldn't help but persuade: "Lord Yan, you just admit your mistake obediently, maybe the master of the horse will spare your life."

"I don't shout, I won't shout if I die, if you dare to kill me, Han Qing, I guarantee that you can't get out, Muyun's gate." Yan Zijin's face was bruised and swollen, and the brocade clothes on his body had already been whipped and beaten to tatters, but the bones were not half soft, which was surprising.

The fine drizzle in the sky was like three thousand troubles, and it became bigger and bigger, turning into a light rain, and Han Qing's anger became more and more blazing like the rain.

"Underplayed!" Han Qing whipped Yan Zijin one after another, Yan Zijin fell on the wet ground, staring at Han Hongsleeve deadly, hoping that she would change her mind and look at herself, but she never did.

Until, when Yan Zijin was dying in a puddle of water accumulated by the rain, he was disheartened.

Surprisingly, Red Sleeves suddenly pushed away the umbrella that the little murderer held up for her, gritted her teeth and stood up, raised her face and pleaded with tears in her eyes: "Master, Red Sleeves please don't beat him, Red Sleeves wants to stay here and give him a child."

"Redsleeves, do you know what you're talking about?" Han Qing let go of Yan Zijin, who was covered in blood, and turned his head to ask seriously.

"Red sleeves know the master, lost Sister Jing, and now lost the white brother again, lonely and lonely, but at this critical juncture, I betrayed the master and knew that I was ashamed, but I was pregnant with him.

I don't want my child to be born without a father, so please let me stay here. Red Sleeves knelt in front of Yan Zijin and pleaded, and the drizzle quickly moistened Red Sleeves' eyebrows, stained with a little fine raindrops.

"What if I don't agree?" Han Qing asked silently.

The light rain continued, and Han Qing's dark red coat had already been soaked into a darker color, dripping with water, looking like a chicken in soup.

"The red sleeves will kill themselves in front of your eyes, please forgive me." Red Sleeves suddenly slipped a dagger out of his sleeve and threatened against his neck.

"Hehe, you guys are really in love!" Han Qing's heart suddenly swelled with real anger, and a kind of annoyance of being betrayed and empathized with each other rose.

"Master, I'm sorry!" Han Hongsleeve said with a bitter smile.

She didn't want to go with Han Qing, but the stubborn donkey would rather be beaten to death than give in, she didn't want him to die, so she could only come out and plead.

"Yan Zijin, I'll give you one last chance, if you can withstand me with a hundred whips, I'll let Red Sleeves stay." Han Qing said coldly.

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

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

Han Qing whipped Yan Zijin angrily on his back, Yan Zijin straightened his back tremblingly and muffled, and his red sleeves looked at Yan Zijin nervously.

The more Han Qing pulled back, the lighter his strength became, until the red sleeves stepped forward after a hundred lashes, hugged Yan Zijin tightly in his arms, and asked with concern, "How are you?"

Han Qing stared at them in silence, lowered his hand, and said coldly with his thin eyes: "Yan Zijin, I will leave the red sleeves to you, if you dare to treat her badly, I will kill you, take their mother and son away, and deprive your father of his rights."

"Don't worry, I won't let you have this chance, hehe." Yan Zijin spat at the blood foam and smiled proudly.

"I hope so." Han Qing said seriously.

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

Han Qing took the oil-paper umbrella, approached the red sleeves and bent over her, and whispered softly under the umbrella: "The position of the side wife in the Pony Mansion will always be reserved for you, and you can come back at any time."

"Master-" Red Sleeves was so moved that he said with tears in his eyes.

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

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

The red sleeves looked at his straight back as he disappeared into the smoke and rain for a long time with teary eyes, and his heart was broken.

"I'll take care of you." Yan Zijin hugged the thin shoulders of the red sleeves and said with a miserable smile.

Red Sleeves grabbed the umbrella, lowered his eyes wordlessly, Yan Zijin coughed and took her into his arms, looked at the vast water vapor outside the smoke and rain and said, "I'll take you home."

"Okay." The red sleeves clung to the umbrella bone, his eyes were like water, and he said warmly.

However, what Yan Zijin didn't know was that Jiang Shi learned that he brought red sleeves home and caused a turmoil, so let's not mention these for the time being.

Han Qing was abducted and ran away from his little wife, and when he returned to Beihan in frustration, he became seriously ill, the porridge water did not enter, the high fever did not go away, and he died at any time.

Han Qing was lying on the bed, dazed, and groggy, when he smelled the cold incense coming in the dark, someone replaced the warm towel on his forehead and waited quietly in front of his bed.

When Han Qing opened his eyes every day, what caught his eyes was Bei Hanjian, who was busy before and after, and every time he approached, his body was clean and smelly, like grass after the rain.

After Han Qing gave him the medicine, he lay down groggily, thinking about the faint and cold fragrance in his mind.

In the high fever and chaos day by day, Han Qing could smell the cold incense almost every night, once he struggled to grab the cold incense, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was holding Bei Hanjian who was guarding his bed.

Somehow, Han Qing's sense of loss was quietly revealed from his heart.

Han Qing looked at the young man guarding his bedside, and suddenly found that unconsciously, his facial features were more handsome and sharp, between the maturity of a teenager 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 quietly on the other side, and suddenly felt that the young man he had brought back from Gu Jin was both strange and familiar, and a strange feeling was revealed in his heart.

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

Han Qing was shouted by his defenseless "Imperial Brother-in-law", as if he was soaking in a warm pool, which reminded him of the appearance of Ye Hehua following him in the past.

At that time, he was also defenseless and trusted to be close to him, his clean and clear eyes were full of admiration, and he carried that positive vitality every day.

At that time, they were not only friends, but also mentors and apprentices, relatives, and bosses and followers.

The later changes in Hehua made Han Qing feel uncomfortable, if he had always been the clean and warm young man before, it would be great!

Han Qing's eyes at this time were warm and melancholy, Bei Hanjian reached out and touched his forehead, and asked gently, "Are you comfortable?"

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

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

Bei Hanjian was respectful and obedient, lifted his quilt, and lay down in the quilt that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, Han Qing yawned and closed his eyes.

After a long time, Bei Hanjian hugged his body from behind, and the two unusually tight and hot mature man's bodies were close together, and Han Qing's already hot body was covered by him in a hot sweat.

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

Han Qing fell asleep unconsciously, and barely listened to a word to enter, he was covered in a hot sweat 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 him with a spoon and said, "Come and drink the decoction, you will be sick sooner."

Han Qing opened his mouth silently, Bei Hanjian patiently fed every drop of decoction into his mouth, and finally wiped his mouth for him, smiling and squinting, and the mood was extremely sunny.

Han Qing felt that today's decoction seemed to taste a little different, and before he had time to think about it, Bei Hanjian shared with him: "Ah Li, I can write today, what do you guess is the first word he can write?"

"What word?" Han Qing just woke up and was still very hoarse when he spoke.

"He writes Dad, such a complex character, he can learn it five times, very smart." Bei Hanjian took it out of his arms, and Han Li wrote the crooked and twisted word of his father, and said with a smile.

Han Qing's eyes moved slightly, and Bei Hanjian continued: "Brother-in-law Huang, your illness should get better soon, and you will be able to hug Li'er."

However, I don't know what's going on, Han Qing feels that his body is getting weaker and weaker day by day, he often wakes up dizzy, and one morning he wakes up and finds some itchy red vesicles quietly growing on his face.

The doctor prescribed some ointment to him, saying that it was a side effect of drinking medicine to detoxify, and it would be fine after a while.

However, Han Qing found that the red blisters on his face grew bigger and bigger, and soon turned the abscess into rotten flesh and rotted the whole face, and Han Qing knocked over the bronze mirror in horror.

"What the hell is going on?" Bei Hanjian angrily asked the imperial doctor, and after the diagnosis of many imperial doctors, he said tremblingly: "Master Horse, this is a strange disease that can't be cured!"

"You mean that the emperor's brother-in-law's face can't be cured?" Bei Hanjian's face was extremely ugly, and Han Qing turned his back to them, trembling and clutching the veil on his face.

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

The once peerless beautiful man has become an ugly monster in the world that everyone hates and avoids in this way, and even his own son Han Li will cry in fright when he gets close to him.

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

People used to want to pull him into the dirt and defile him, but now they only think that he is defiling the mud.

In the eyes of people's increasingly disgusted eyes, Han Qing suddenly disappeared one day, and he was in a hurry to Bei Hanjian, and dispatched more than 20,000 imperial forest troops to find him.