Han Moyu was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd.

Has my brother been looking for me? Is he drenched in the rain because he is looking for me? Han Moyu thought so, and his eyes couldn't help but get hot. But I heard someone in the crowd exclaiming: "Isn't this the young master of Moyu?"

So an older maidservant girl hurriedly ran over to hold an umbrella for Han Moyu, "My little ancestor, where did you go?" Look at what the young master was like in the rain in order to find you!"

Han Moyu raised her head a little apologetically, but saw Han Changyu frowning and stretching out his hand to her, pulling her up the steps and pressing her under the eaves.

Han Moyu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Han Changyu, and was dragged tightly by Han Changyu into the house, and he didn't dare to make a sound. A servant girl had already come in, brought clean clothes, and served Han Moyu to change them.

When Han Moyu changed his clothes, he turned his head and glanced at the screen. On the white gauze screen, white pear blossoms are embroidered, and in the cluster of flowers, a green peacock is standing on its back, with its long tail dragging down, like a green splendid Luo skirt.

Han Changyu, on the other hand, was changing clothes on the other side of the screen, and his figure loomed behind the translucent gauze screen. Han Moyu was a little stunned.

On the other side of the screen, Han Changyu bowed his head slightly, and the maidservant's soft and dexterous fingers put on Han Changyu's body, untied the belt on his body, and then half-knelt down, and went to untie the belt around his waist. The ribbon was quickly untied, and the wet coat that had been attached to him was removed, revealing the white undergarment underneath.

The clothes were clinging to his body, and because it was soaked, it became transparent from white, revealing the color of Han Changyu's skin, and it looked heartbreaking. Han Moyu's face flushed, and she turned her head, not daring to look again. In the afterglow, the maidservant took off Han Changyu's undershirt.

Han Moyu suddenly remembered that warm afternoon.

In front of you is a hot spring pool, and white vapor rises from the water, like mist, enveloping the surroundings. She walked towards the pond step by step, and behind the rockery, she saw the looming body of the man.

The man was holding a soft and boneless woman in his arms, and the two of them were grinding their ears and sideburns, and they laughed softly. And the woman, stretching out her soft and flexible hand, gently put on the placket of the person's clothes, and then began to slowly untie the person's clothes.

"Young Master Moyu!

Han Moyu was extremely ashamed, clenched his fists tightly, and his face flushed with a little shame, and suddenly heard a whispered call in his ear, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

I saw that the maidservant girl in front of me was pulling a long belt and shouting, "Master Moyu, you stepped on the belt!"

Han Moyu hurriedly raised his feet. The maid picked up the belt, wiped it, looked at it again, and then put it on her arm, and then tied the belt around Han Moyu's waist and wrapped it around Han Moyu's waist.

"All right!" said the maid, and withdrew.

Han Moyu turned his head, over there, Han Changyu had already put on his clothes, and the maid stepped forward to remove the screen. Han Changyu, who was dressed in new clothes, made Han Moyu's eyes flash for a while, as if he had seen a handsome and extraordinary immortal sitting on the clouds.

Han Changyu raised his eyes, and when he saw Han Moyu staring at him so stupidly, he almost couldn't hold back, and almost laughed, so he had to snort coldly. Only then did Han Moyu realize that he had lost his temper and quickly withdrew his gaze.

At this time, another maidservant handed over a bowl of hot ginger soup, and Han Moyu drank it all.

Han Changyu's face deliberately showed a slight anger, and asked, "Where have you been?!

Han Moyu hung his head and whispered, "It's in the house, I haven't gone anywhere......"

Han Changyu saw the flush on Han Moyu's face before he could take it back, he was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile; he quickly restrained his expression, threw Han Moyu a robe with a straight face, and said coldly: "Put it on, don't catch a cold!"

Han Moyu was stunned and reached out to take the robe handed over by Han Changyu, and his eyes were a little red.

Han Changyu instructed the maid to serve a table of warm wine and food, and the maid quickly went down, and soon, a table of side dishes was passed up one after another.

Han Moyu took a sip of yam stewed pigeon soup, and put a piece of fragrant fried mutton in his mouth, but he was a little choked as he chewed, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Eat your meal well, what kind of emotion do you have!" Han Changyu looked at Han Moyu's aggrieved appearance, he couldn't help but be angry and funny, glared at Han Moyu coldly, and said, "Hurry up and eat, and leave after eating!"

Han Moyu stopped, hesitated, stretched out his hand and tugged at Han Changyu's shirt, and whispered: "Don't be angry, I won't make you angry in the future......" The clothes touched by his fingers were still cold without a trace of temperature.

The corners of Han Changyu's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart: I didn't expect this kid to be stubborn, and he would soften his tone and apologize?

Han Moyu lowered his head timidly and continued to cook rice.

"My mother...... No, I mean, what about Aunt Lan? Is she still kneeling there?" Han Moyu remembered Mo Chunlan.

"Do you still know how to care about others?" Han Changyu said angrily, "If it weren't for you, I would have gone to plead with my mother a long time ago." ”

"What? That means Aunt Lan, she's still kneeling? She's been kneeling for a day, not to mention that it's raining so hard now, how can her body stand it?!" Han Moyu exclaimed, putting down the dishes and chopsticks.

Han Moyu remembered that it seemed that Mo Chunlan had followed her like this in her memory, but she had been hiding and had never met her. Later, no one mentioned Mo Chunlan's matter to her. It wasn't until a long time later that she accidentally got the news of Mo Chunlan, and Mo Chunlan had been dead for a long time at that time.

Life failed to fulfill filial piety, and death did not end up.

She remembered it now, and vaguely remembered that when Mo Chunlan died, she should have returned to this cold mansion not long ago. I heard that I had a serious illness, so I went. Could it be that it was this heavy rain that caused her body to collapse quickly? Han Moyu frowned when she thought of this. I blame myself for being too negligent.

"I don't think my mother will forgive her lightly for doing such a thing. Han Changyu snorted from his nose.

"I can't lose her this time!" Han Mo said to himself, drank all the soup in the bowl in one go, then quickly filled half a bowl of rice, poured the dishes on the plate into the bowl, grabbed the umbrella at the door, and ran out.

Han Changyu frowned and shouted behind Han Moyu, but saw Han Moyu's figure quickly disappear outside the door. He shook his head.

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