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It has been more than half a month since Long Jinyu was shot and jumped into the sea in Beigang, and in the past half a month, Yan Beiquan seems to have lost his soul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even he himself felt like a walking corpse, most of the affairs of the Northern Army were in charge of Ji Junmo and Qin Haichuan, all the affairs of the family were lost to the housekeeper Uncle Yan, and all other trivial affairs were handled by Xiao Fang, even Yan Yang, he never took a look.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare. Xiao Yanyang, who is growing more and more, is similar to Long Jinyu's face, with a clear face, thick black eyebrows, and clear eyes, as soon as she sees her man, she will think of Long Jinyu, and her heart will hurt even more, it is a suffocating pain!

Qin Haichuan rushed in front of him in one step, his fists clenched, and he was about to greet that cold face, but was stopped by Ji Junmo in time.

"Qin Haichuan, calm down, we're not here as adults!" Qin Haichuan is not an impulsive person, but he can't get used to Yan Beiquan like this.

They are indeed not here to fight today, they are here to persuade Yan Beiquan to cheer himself up. After leaving him for more than half a month, the Northern Army seems to have lost its previous momentum, and if it continues like this, once the war starts, how to talk about the mighty military style of the Northern Army, I am afraid that only decadence remains!

It's just that Qin Haichuan can still listen to it at this moment. Looking at the man who didn't say a word on the sofa, like a statue, he didn't get angry.

Shaking off Ji Junmo fiercely, Qin Haichuan rushed to the sofa in one step, reached out and grabbed Yan Beiquan's collar and lifted him up.

In normal times, Ren is three Qin Haichuan would not be able to get close to this man's body, and now Yan Beiquan has completely become a walking corpse. There was no emotion on his face calmly, his eyes were empty, and he was powerless to be dragged up from the sofa by Qin Haichuan.

"Yan Beiquan, can you be sober?" Approaching the iceberg-like face of the past, Qin Haichuan almost roared.

The uninhibited peach blossom eyes are half-narrowed, with a kind of seductive coldness, which is unusually deep.

Seeing that he still didn't answer, Qin Haichuan was ruthless, his clenched fist was raised, and he hit Yan Beiquan in the face.

He used a lot of strength for this punch, and Yan Beiquan was staggered back a few steps by him before he stabilized his figure.

There was a trace of saltiness flowing from the corner of his mouth, Yan Beiquan raised his hand to wipe the red away, and slowly raised his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Qin Haichuan raised his eyebrows, a rebellious smile appeared clearly at the corner of his mouth, the peach blossom eyes that had charmed countless women were half-narrowed, and his gaze turned to the man who was wiping the corners of his mouth and continued: "Yan Laosi, don't put on a languishing, immortal and non-dead appearance because of a woman, if you have the ability, you will die now-"

"We are all soldiers, so it is easiest to die. Are you going to commit suicide or will your buddy give you a ride? As long as you open your mouth, Qin Ye will do it himself! But-" The tone suddenly increased, Qin Haichuan stepped forward, raised his hand and grabbed the man's collar again, and his cold momentum did not lose Yan Beiquan at all.

Grabbing the collar of the man's shirt tightly with one hand and raising it high with the other, Qin Haichuan used more force to smash it on the other side of the man's face.

"If you want to die, we will do it, but after you die, don't say that you are the commander of the Northern Army, it's a shame-" In the blink of an eye, Yan Beiquan's left and right faces were colored.

The large bruises were unusually dazzling, and the thin lips were still covered with blood.

"You leave down hundreds of thousands of brothers in the Northern Army like this, don't ask, the people of the twelve provinces of the Northern Army are living in dire straits, you are the commander in chief and ignore it, the situation in the city is turbulent, and you have become a Fusang tiger's eye, you just sit idly by, Yan Siye, are you going to go on like this?"

Now that the domestic situation is becoming more and more tense, the internal affairs are worried, and there are Fusang eyeing him outside, Yan Beiquan, as the coach of Beijiang, how many pairs of eyes are staring at him.

If it continues like this, if Fusang makes any moves, when the time comes, the northern army will be Yan Beiquan just now, and in the face of the blow, he will have no power to parry!

"What do you want to say?" After a long time, Yan Beiquan spat out a sentence from his thin lips, and the pain on his face became clearer and clearer, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart!

"Heh, it turns out that the fourth master can still speak, I thought you were old and dumb!" Glaring at Yan Beiquan evilly, Qin Haichuan let go of his hand and threw himself into the sofa.

Qin Haichuan is like this, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small. No matter how big the anger is, as long as it is vented, it is still a brother.

"It's nothing, let's go back. I thought he would be sober, but he didn't want the man to just say this lightly, turned around and continued to sit back on the sofa.

"Quan Shao, Long Jinyan sent news, Fusang Army, I can't bear it. In order to prevent Qin Haichuan from being impulsive, Ji Junmo spoke first. Long Jinyan was thousands of miles away, and Yan Beiquan arranged him there, just to use his thoughtfulness to deal with Fusang, who was eyeing him.

Now, there is news from Long Jinyan that Fusang can't hold back his impatientness, so the northern army can't sit still.

It's just that Ji Junmo's words did not attract Yan Beiquan's attention. As if he hadn't heard, the man sat down on the couch, picked up the cigarette that had been placed on the coffee table, and lit it with a clatter.

Let the gray-white smoke billow, disperse in the antechamber.

"Yan Beiquan, do you have any wood to hear talking to you?

"You can continue—" Spat out the smoke, Yan Beiquan suddenly spoke.

The anger that had just been extinguished by his broken can and broken appearance was ignited again, Qin Haichuan pulled his collar and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a baby's cry.

The milky cry came from upstairs, and looking down the stairs, the nurse was holding Xiao Yanyang, who was still in swaddling clothes, and walked down the stairs step by step.

It's urgent, but it's still about safety. The nurse held the crying child, and Li'er followed closely behind, and when she saw the figure on the sofa, she hurriedly spoke.

"Overseer, Miss Overseer... The little lady ......, "The nurse is obviously old, and it is a little difficult to carry the child downstairs, not to mention that she is still very anxious at this time."

Seeing that she was out of breath and unable to speak, Li'er hurriedly said, "Overseer, the little lady is sick...... the child is sick, and as soon as this sentence came out, the man's figure stiffened suddenly. Yan Beiquan didn't react much, his body stiffened for a few seconds, and then he returned to normal. glanced at the nurse with cold eyes, and said lightly with thin lips: "Take her to see the doctor." The cold words did not carry the slightest emotion, Yan Beiquan did not want to face this child. As soon as he saw this child, it was like seeing Long Jinyu, and his heart hurt as if he had been Lingchi.

Overseers ...... lost their mother to such a young child, and now their father is avoiding him. The nurse felt sad when she hugged Xiao Yanyang.

"Take her away for me, do you hear?" shouted loudly, Yan Beiquan's eyes were a little cold. He didn't want to see this child, not at all!

"Damn-Yan Laosi, are you still not human?" couldn't listen to it, Qin Haichuan suddenly got up from the sofa. Glancing at the indifferent man, Master Qin took the child from the nurse's hand, and the action was as light and light as if he was holding a fragile vase.

In the red mattress of Mifen, I don't know if it's because I've been crying for a long time, the child's little face is a little red. Tightly closed his eyes and cried as hard as he could, no matter who heard the voice, he couldn't bear to ignore it. Only the man, he still pretended to turn a blind eye.

"What's wrong with the child?" Glancing at Xiao Yanyang's abnormal little face, Ji Junmo frowned and asked.

"Little Miss has a fever, it's been a few days......" The further back, the quieter Li'er's voice became. Secretly skimming the man sitting on the sofa, she was too timid to say a word.

"What are you all eating, you don't have a doctor for a few days with a fever, how many heads do you have to shoot if something happens?" Listening to Li'er's words, Qin Haichuan's face instantly sank. Anyone who knows a little common sense knows that if you have a fever for a long time, it is easy to burn out your brain, and children should pay special attention.

Xiao Yanyang is just a two-month-old child, and he has a fever for a few days, and he can't even go to the doctor without seeing a doctor.

It's just that there is another hidden meaning in this!

"If you want to see a doctor, get out-" Yan Beiquan dropped this sentence and got up to go upstairs. Seeing that he made a move, Qin Haichuan threw the child to the nurse, rushed up and grabbed the man's shoulder.

"Yan Beiquan, what do you mean? What do you mean to see a doctor and get out? She is your daughter, she has a fever for a few days, you as a father don't care if you still say such things, is your heart made of stone?" Qin Haichuan felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he violently pushed Yan Beiquan, who was not at all defenseless, to the ground.

Then the fist fell, and he was born in a soldier, no matter how bad Qin Haichuan was, he was also a soldier, and every punch was used with all his strength, and the place where he was beaten was bruised.

"Yan Beiquan, you have turned yourself into this for such a woman, you are not a man-" Qin Haichuan's voice roared like thunder. The man under him endured the pain, but he didn't fight back.

"You don't understand, you don't know anything, I love her--but I can't protect her, even at the last moment she hates me, do you know the way she looks at me? I will never forget it in my life-" Long Jinyu glanced at him before jumping into the sea. There is no emotion in that eye, there is no reluctance, only determination and disappointment. The thought of that look made him suffocate with heartache, as if his life had become his nightmare.

"I don't know what the eyes are, but I know that Long Jinyu's death was voluntary and has nothing to do with you. Besides, can you let her come back if you are so decadent? Dreaming, she is dead and will never come back, you can give me a clear understanding of the situation-" After Long Jinyu jumped into the sea, they sent countless people to search for more than half a month, but they didn't even find a single piece of clothing. Imagine a person who was shot in the heart and fell into the turbulent water, can he still live? Of course not!

Yan Beiquan refuses to recognize the facts, so he, Qin Haichuan, will come to be this bad guy and let him accept this cruel truth.

"No, no, no—" muttered, repeating, Yan Beiquan lay on the ground, a trace of cold liquid crossed the corner of his eye.

"If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean it's not the truth, Yan Beiquan Long Jinyu is dead, and she will never be seen again. So-" Speaking of this, he straightened the man's head, let Yan Beiquan look at him, and then said affirmatively: "If you don't want Long Jinyu to die blindly, take care of your child, this is your only child, and it is also the only thought she left you in this world, you better think clearly-"

In the last words, Qin Haichuan roared out with all his might, and when the last word landed. He let go of his hand abruptly, leaving Yan Beiquan lying on the ground. Then he left the Overseer's Mansion with Ji Junmo.

Now it is useless for outsiders to say anything, only this man himself has figured it out.

Raising his sleeves to wipe the red at the corners of his mouth, Yan Beiquan staggered up from the ground for a long time.

Looking at the child who was still crying in the arms of the nursing mother, the man's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible big hands.

"Kid...... I... I'm sorry you ......" As a result, Xiao Yan Yang, Yan Beiquan buried his face deep into the baby's little mattress.

Was he wrong? He was wrong.

He nearly killed himself and her only bone and blood with his own hands.

Because Long Shaohan is a doctor, his daughter is sick, and he doesn't let a doctor come to the Overseer's Mansion, and he hasn't even looked at the child who has a fever for a few days.

Suddenly, he felt that he was not only sorry for Long Jinyu, but also sorry for the Long family, and sorry for the little life in his arms......