Beneath your feet is a soft, thick carpet woven with long, thick and fluffy hair, which feels like stepping on cotton.

Han Moyu stared blankly at the carpet under his feet, unable to estimate its price in his heart, and stood motionless and did not dare to move. She looked at her shabby straw sandals stained with mud, and even regretted that she had stepped in so rashly.

She raised her head and began to look at the magnificent hall with curiosity and wariness.

The porch is carved with beams and paintings, and the splendid flowers are rendered by various bright colors such as vermilion, pink, goose yellow, emerald green, and sky blue, which are bright and beautiful. On the front wall hangs a huge and beautiful picture of a rich peony, and the heavy colors render the feeling of grace and wealth to the fullest. Below the painting, two Taishi chairs are placed against the wall, with a delicate long-legged square table in between.

Han Moyu's gaze swept to the right-hand side, where by the window was a long couch covered with thick earthy yellow embroidered gold cushions. In the center of the couch, there is a square table.

Just as Han Moyu was looking at the delicate and clear glass incense burner on the low table, Han Changyu came out from the other end of the bead curtain. Han Moyu hurriedly turned around.

"Mother called you over. A faint soft smile appeared on Han Changyu's face. Han Moyu felt a sudden pain in his heart, and hurriedly avoided Han Changyu's eyes, and followed Han Changyu into the curtain tent.

In the curtain, a beautiful woman dressed in red was leaning on the soft couch, staring coldly at Han Moyu. The beautiful woman looked like she was only in her thirties, with beautiful eyes and red lips, smeared with glamorous makeup, wearing a hairpin full of gold and jade, and wearing a crimson brocade dress embroidered with peony flowers, which looked very graceful and luxurious. There was a faint majesty on her face that made people shudder.

Han Moyu knew in his heart that the graceful and luxurious woman in red in front of him was the hostess of the Han Mansion and his biological mother, Mrs. Han.

"Mother, this is your long-lost child, my own brother, and I have finally found him! You see, his eyebrows, eyes, and his nose look much like his father!" Han Changyu looked happy, stretched out his hand and dragged Han Moyu forward a few steps, and stepped forward to help Mrs. Han get up.

Under Mrs. Han's compelling gaze, Han Moyu was as uncomfortable as a needle prick. She looked at the noble and strange woman in front of her, and her heart was uneasy, and she didn't know how to stand, where to put her hands, and what to say.

Mrs. Han stretched out her hand and put it on Han Changyu's arm, then slowly got up, and walked towards Han Moyu step by step, the crimson tuanhua skirt tail dragged on the ground for a long time, like a peacock with an unopened screen.

Before Mrs. Han approached, Han Moyu only felt a chill rise suddenly, raised her eyes and glanced at Mrs. Han's cold eyes, so she didn't dare to look at it anymore, and quickly lowered her head.

"Mother, you see, the birthmark on this child's forehead is exactly the same as what you told me, it's petal-shaped!" Han Changyu's mouth turned up slightly, and then he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair in front of Han Moyu's forehead.

Han Moyu subconsciously turned his head to dodge, then stopped, and stood tremblingly, letting Han Changyu's hand caress his forehead.

"I almost turned the whole country upside down before I found him in a remote Wujia village!" Han Changyu's face showed a hint of smugness, "I wasn't sure when I saw this child, but when I saw the maidservant Mo Chunlan, I finally breathed a sigh of relief." This kid in front of you is the child you've lost for seven years, Han Moyu! Hurry up and take a look, isn't he?"

Han Changyu spoke, his eyes flashing with a hint of joy and excitement. As he spoke, Han Changyu turned his head, looked at Han Moyu with a smile on his face, and said, "Come over quickly, let our mother take a good look at you!"

Han Moyu raised his head, but what he met was the woman's cold eyes without a trace of temperature, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Mrs. Han stretched out her hand, and Han Moyu felt her slightly cool fingertips touch her forehead, and her scalp tingled. After Mrs. Han looked at the birthmark, she stretched out her pointed fingers and lifted Han Moyu's chin. Han Moyu was so hurt that he was forced to raise his head.

"Good. He looks a little like a general. Mrs. Han said coldly, a distant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Han Moyu suddenly felt that the way Mrs. Han looked at her was not the way a mother looked at her child. On the contrary, it is more like looking at his own enemy. Han Moyu, who was originally a little dazed and uneasy, had doubts in his heart. Could it be that something went wrong? Could it be that the parting was too long? How could this be?

That kind of look is not at all the look that a mother should have for her long-lost child. Han Moyu frowned, looking at the cold-eyed woman in front of her, and a thick doubt rose in her belly. She gradually remembered that in her memory, after the catastrophe, she was taken back to the Han Mansion by the maidservants of the Han Mansion, and she also saw Mrs. Han in this hall.

However, Mrs. Han at that time, although the eyes looking at her were unfamiliar, were not as cold as they are now. Even if it was a squeezed smile, there was a hint on Mrs. Han's face.

"I saw my mother tell a joke. It's not that it looks alike, but it's real, it's true. What I took back from Mo Chunlan, the maidservant who escaped back then, can it be fake? ”

Han Changyu smiled, "Could it be that my mother is still angry with the few imposters she brought back before?"

As he spoke, Han Changyu pushed Han Moyu's shoulder again and again, and said, "Hurry up and kneel down and meet your mother!"

Han Moyu was pushed and pressed by Han Changyu, and finally knelt down a little reluctantly, and shouted: "The child greets his mother! May his mother be blessed with longevity and health!" This line was still taught to her by the servants on the way back to the capital.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Han sneered, looked up and down at the ragged Han Mo language, and said, "It's quite smooth." Then stay. ”

Han Moyu was embarrassed for a while, and raised his head, only to see a trace of disdain flashing on Mrs. Han's face.

Han Moyu knelt on the ground, and when she didn't know what to do, Mrs. Han had already turned her face away, and smiled softly at Han Changyu: "Yu'er, you must have been tired and suffered a lot along the way, hurry back to the house and rest well." ”

Han Moyu knelt on the ground, seeing Mrs. Han's gentle expression towards Han Changyu, and then comparing her indifferent attitude towards herself, a sour and jealous feeling rose sharply in her heart.

"Mother, Mo Yu has already recognized you, when do you think you will choose an auspicious day, worship the ancestors' spiritual position again, and let Mo Yu recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors in public?" Han Changyu said.

Mrs. Han glanced at Han Moyu who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "There is no need to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors." Then he turned to the maid beside him and said, "Take it down and settle it." Clean the house of the Autumn Moon Pavilion and put it there. ”

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