I love the harem with my sweet mouth

The further you go to the northwest, the more bitter and monotonous the scenery becomes.

Although it is only autumn, the weather is very cold. The cold wind blows on the face with a desolate coldness. , Yongzhou and Yizhou suffered severe drought, and the people had no harvest and were displaced.

During this journey, Han Qingyang felt depressed after seeing how difficult the people's livelihood was, and the parting of life and death.

After entering the border of Yizhou, Zhou Yanzong knew that Han Qingyang was afraid of the cold, so he put on a thick winter coat and a white fox fur scarf early on, so that Han Qingyang was almost wrapped up.

A gust of wind blows and the yellow leaves fall.

The all-pervasive wind went straight into the neckline, Han Qingyang shrank his neck and rubbed his hands.

Zhou Yanzong looked at him retracting into the fluffy scarf, only revealing a pair of black and white clear eyes, feeling a little guilty in his heart, if he hadn't insisted on going his own way and not being the emperor, the current Han Qingyang should be in the house where the earth dragon is burning, eating and drinking It's hot, there's no need to eat and sleep with him.

He grabbed Han Qingyang's hand and tucked it under his armpit.

"Following me made you suffer."

The sudden warmth warmed Han Qingyang's heart.

He smiled at Zhou Yanzong with crooked eyebrows.

"As long as I can be with you, it's not a hardship anywhere. Besides, before I met you, my life was not very good."

Zhou Yanzong took him into his arms.

"When the weather is better, I will go to Dajin myself and bring our brother back, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Han Qingyang leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and security from him.

"If Qinglang knew that I found such a 'sister-in-law' for him, he would be very surprised." Thinking of the surprised expression on Han Qinglang's face, he giggled.

Zhou Yanzong was sullen.

"But you married me, so my younger brother naturally has to call me brother-in-law, why did he call me 'sister-in-law'? Don't you see Chaoyun calling you sister-in-law?"

Han Qingyang didn't want to argue with him about this, so he just changed the subject with a smile.

"Now that you're gone, you don't know what's going on with Chaoyun and the prince?"

Zhou Yanzong turned his head and gave him a heavy look.

"Chaoyun is my younger sister, and also Zhou Chaoxiu's younger sister. He just came to the throne, so he would not treat these brothers and sisters harshly. As for the old twelve..." He pursed his thin lips tightly, "When will you talk to him?" So familiar?"

What a jealous cheapskate, he just asked a casual question, and it is worth questioning him in such a high-level and online way.

Han Qingyang took advantage of the situation to leave his embrace, and then inserted his hands into the back collar of his shirt.

His cold hands instantly warmed up.

Zhou Yanzong was accidentally attacked, so he took a cold breath, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Han Qingyang, you wait for me, if you have the ability, don't cry and beg for mercy tonight."

Han Qingyang only took out his hand when it was warm, and then slipped into Zhou Yanzong's arms like a bird.

"My good brother, my feet are also cold, so you can also treat me at night."

The corners of Zhou Yanzong's lips curled up.

"it is good."

After walking for a while, he said: "Old Twelve is the most tactful man, he will be fine."

The two stopped and walked, and finally found a ruined temple before dark.

The ruined temple has long since been dilapidated, leaving only four walls with air leaks and a roof full of holes. In the temple, there is a half-collapsed clay-shaped stone statue.

Zhou Yanzong picked up some firewood and lit it.

Only when the jumping flames lit up did the ruined temple feel warmer.

Zhou Yanzong checked around again, and found some wooden blocks to block the windows.

Han Qingyang sat by the fire and warmed himself by the fire. By the way, he took out the naan cakes from his bag and baked them on the fire. In such a cold day, it is necessary to eat something warm to be comfortable.

The burnt aroma of naan soon permeated the small ruined temple.

"Cough cough..."

When there was a faint cough sound, Zhou Yanzong immediately became vigilant, and he said in a low voice, "Who?"

No one answered, only a low cry of pain came from behind the stone statue.

Ever since the sneak attack happened in the inn, Zhou Yanzong had ordered the hidden guards to kill all those who assassinated them. Holding the long sword in his hand, he walked behind the stone statue.

The long sword glowed with an icy cold light, pointing directly at the woman hiding under the stone statue base.

The woman was wearing a filthy jacket whose original color could not be seen, her face was frighteningly pale, and there was a large puddle of water stains under her body, the woman put one hand on her protruding belly, A hand was stretched out towards Zhou Yanzong, and there was a pleading look on her face.

"Please...please...don't kill my child..."

Zhou Yanzong put away his long sword with a look of embarrassment on his face.

He spent half his life as a soldier and killed countless enemies, but he had never encountered such a thing as a woman giving birth. He was a little at a loss for a while, and just stood there, forgetting to even tell Han Qingyang.

Han Qingyang waited for a while, but did not hear the sound of fighting, so he boldly followed.

After seeing the pregnant woman, he froze for a moment, then rushed over.

He took the woman's hand, and the woman's hand was rough.

"Don't be afraid."

The voice is soft but calm.

The woman vainly stretched her eyelids, only to see that the person beside her was a snow jade-like beauty, even more beautiful than the immortals in the New Year paintings, her lips were covered with skin, and there were blisters at the corners of her mouth.

"My man fled, I came to find him..."

Her voice was trembling with pain, "I'm about to give birth, please save my child..." With tears in her eyes, she held Han Qingyang's hand with all her might.

This is her only hope.

She thought she would die silently in this deserted ruined temple, but God saw her pity and sent a living god to save her.

Han Qingyang raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Yanzong who was frozen in place.

"What are you still doing in a daze, go get some water and some food."

Although he doesn't know how to deliver a baby, he also knows that giving birth is a laborious job and requires physical strength.

Zhou Yanzong went to get it in a hurry.

Han Qingyang first carefully fed the woman some water, then broke up the snacks he brought and fed them to her.

The woman must have been starving and devoured her food.

Fortunately, after eating, his complexion eased a little.

A night wind blew outside, whistling past, like the cry of a ghost.

Han Qingyang hurriedly asked, "Do you know where there is a midwife around here?" He and Zhou Yanzong are both men, so it's not convenient to know this.

The woman probably wasn't a local, so she just shook her head.

"It's okay, we country people are honest. When I gave birth to my second child, I gave birth to it by myself at home. Before I gave birth, I was still working in the field." Perhaps the labor pains passed, and the woman's spirit improved a lot.

But Han Qingyang didn't dare to take risks. Since ancient times, women gave birth with one foot on the gate of hell.One bad is one dead body and two lives.

He got up and pulled Zhou Yanzong aside, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you go to the surrounding villages on horseback?"

The flames stretched Zhou Yanzong's figure very long.

"But..." He was naturally worried about leaving Han Qingyang here alone.

Han Qingyang held his hand, "Zhou Yanzong, I promise you, I will take good care of myself, so you can go hire a doctor without worry."

Zhou Yanzong looked at him fixedly, without moving.

Han Qingyang put his arms around his strong waist, and pressed his face to his heart.

"We met a lot of refugees along the way. If it wasn't a last resort, who would want to leave their hometown to beg for food? Right now, our ability is limited. If we can help a little, we can save one. What do you think?"

There was hope in his eyes.

Zhou Yanzong lowered his head and kissed his lips, "Okay, listen to you."

"Hey, you are still so affectionate in the temple, you are not afraid of offending the gods and Buddhas."

Hearing his voice before seeing him, and after a while, he saw Bai Sisi coming slowly from the night.

Although Han Qingyang didn't know why she followed the two of them from a distance, he could feel that there was no malice in her.

Zhou Yanzong got angry when he saw her, his voice was colder than the wind outside.

"It seems that you have ignored my words, and I will kill you today."

As soon as he lifted the long sword, Bai Sisi ran directly behind Han Qingyang and hid like a frightened rabbit. After a while, half of his head poked out from behind him, and gently patted his heart with a lingering fear.

"This man is so fierce, he shouts to be beaten and killed at every turn. How did you fall in love with him in the first place?"

Han Qingyang didn't care too much, and dragged her inside.

"Aren't you good at medicine? Save her."

Bai Sisi glanced at the woman lying on the ground, raised her hand to brush her hair that was blown by the wind, "I am not related to her, why should I save her?"

Han Qingyang stared straight at her.

"If you are willing to save her, it will be considered that we owe you a favor."

Bai Sisi chuckled lightly.

"it is good."

She reached out and slapped Han Qingyang, then stuck out her tongue at Zhou Yanzong.

"You, boil hot water for me, the more the better."

Zhou Yanzong felt a chill all over his body.

With the amulet of Han Qingyang, Bai Sisi is not afraid.

"What are you looking at? It's you."

Fearing that the two would clash, Han Qingyang hurriedly dragged Zhou Yanzong out.

"We are men. It's inconvenient here. Let's go out first."

......

It was already late at night, and it was getting colder and colder.

"Hard, hard..."

Accompanied by the woman's cry of pain, was Bai Sisi's cry.

Han Qingyang snuggled into Zhou Yanzong's arms, looking out at the black-colored night through the jumping firelight.

The woman was in severe pain, and her cries gradually died down.

Later, with Bai Sisi's encouragement, he regained his strength.

Painful cries lingered in his ears, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhou Yanzong's hand on Han Qingyang's shoulder trembled slightly.

"Qing Yang, fortunately you are a man."

He murmured.

He couldn't imagine that if Han Qingyang was in such pain one day, he would definitely go crazy.

Han Qingyang slipped into his arms and held his hand tightly.

"If possible, I would like to give birth to you."

What a happy thing it is to have a child with the one you love, Han Qingyang thinks it is beautiful.

Zhou Yanzong refused coldly.

"I don't want you to suffer like this."

Han Qingyang raised his head and kissed his tight chin, "Look, I'm just talking, I'm just talking, I'm a man, how could I have a baby?"

Only then did Zhou Yanzong relax a bit.

This night seemed extraordinarily long.

"Um..."

There was a loud cry in the ruined temple.

Bai Sisi wiped the sweat off her forehead, smiled and carried the child out.

"It's born, it's born, it's a big fat boy..."

Han Qingyang said thank you.

Bai Sisi stretched out her hand and rubbed her lower back, "I'm exhausted. Next, I'll scrub the baby and leave it to you to take care of the mother. I have to go and rest for a while."

Zhou Yanzong glanced at the little baby wrapped in clothes, and frowned unconsciously.

The baby was small and red all over.

It's ugly.

Like a little monkey.

It's a good thing that Qingyang can't give birth, otherwise, if such an ugly child is born, Qingyang will definitely be sad.

The conditions in the dilapidated temple were poor, Han Qingyang simply scrubbed the baby's body, carried the baby back and handed it back to the woman. Although the woman was very weak, she had a happy smile on her face. She thanked her and bowed her head teasing the son in his arms.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Qingyang felt his nose sore for some reason.

He turned around and threw himself into Zhou Yanzong's arms.

"Zhou Yanzong, I don't want to go to the frontier with you to endure hardships. I still want to be a queen."

Zhou Yanzong stroked his back gently.

"it is good!"

The sun broke through the clouds, and the first ray of sunlight came in, stretching the figures of the two people very, very long.

The author has something to say: A year later, Zhou Yanzong looked at the crumpled and red baby in the swaddle: my son is so beautiful, as good-looking as his father.