After returning to the Han Mansion, Han Moyu was locked in the study to copy the Book of Rites, and for two whole days, he was only given a bowl of crystal clear gruel. Super-fast and stable updates, this article is made by. lxiaoshuo。 The first sunlight poured in through the windows, and the room was bright. At this moment, Han Moyu is sitting in front of the window copying the scriptures, but his thoughts are always chaotic. I saw her write and scribble, scribble and write on a piece of paper, and then crumpled it vigorously and threw it on the ground. The ground was already covered with paper balls. Fu Changyu hadn't been back to Hanfu for several days.

Brother. I miss you so much, why don't you go home...... I want to see you...... Even a glance is fine......

Han Moyu couldn't concentrate at all, and Fu Changyu's figure would appear in her mind all the time. She felt that she was sick, and she was not lightly ill. When she thought about it like this, she was so sleepy and hungry that she fell asleep on the table.

When Han Moyu was lying on the table and falling asleep, Xue Ling'er gently pushed the door and walked into the room, only to see that the ground was littered with paper balls. She bent down and picked one up and opened it, but saw that it was densely written repeatedly, but there were only three words: Fu Changyu. Xue Ling'er was slightly stunned, looked at the sleeping young master Han Moyu with some surprise, and then gently draped the clothes in her hand on Han Moyu's body. Han Moyu woke up, turned his head, and looked at Xue Ling'er, with a lonely look in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Master Moyu, go back to the back room and sleep, it's cold here. Xue Ling'er said and reached out to help her.

"Isn't it true that when people grow up and have their own new home, they will forget the home they grew up in?" Han Moyu suddenly asked. Yes, she has forgotten the home in Wujia Village, the home that used to be full of laughter, and brother, has she also forgotten the cold home of Hanfu?...... Isn't it, even Moyu has forgotten together, just like Moyu has forgotten the appearance of his father Wu Qiusheng and his nurse Mo Chunlan?...... Han Mo whispered and cried quietly, burying his head in Xue Ling'er's arms.

Xue Ling'er was stunned, not knowing what to say. Just stretched out his hand, like a mother, gently stroked Han Moyu's hair, for a long time, only to sigh slightly, like a falling flower outside the window.

At night, Xue Ling'er fell asleep in the side room outside Han Moyu's bedroom as usual. The side room and the bedroom are connected indoors, with a small living room in the middle, without partitions or doors; between the master bedroom and the living room, there is only a screen embroidered with gorse peonies, and there is a gauze tent hanging outside; and outside the side room, there is only a long transparent gauze tent, separating these three relatively independent spaces. There is no door between the master bedroom and the side room, so that the slaves and maids can take care of the master at night. If anything happens to the masters in the middle of the night, the slaves and maids are on call. Because there is no door to separate the house, the slaves and maids who can usually wait close to their masters usually sleep in the same place. In the future, when the master marries, the slaves and maids who serve in the bed can also be carried into the room, and they can be concubines if they mix well.

At the beginning, when Xue Ling'er followed Han Moyu, she didn't expect these things at all. But after the eldest young master Fu Changyu suddenly became a prince and moved out of the Han Mansion, the surrounding people turned their attention to Han Moyu, the only heir of the Han Mansion. And Xue Ling'er naturally attracted attention. Many maids persuaded Xue Ling'er to take advantage of the fact that the young master of Moyu was still young and did not understand the relationship between men and women, and the master had that relationship as soon as possible, so that he could stand on his feet in the cold mansion in the future. When the master grows up and falls in love with other girls, you can't post it even if you want to. Xue Ling'er is embarrassed to say it, these days when she looks at Han Moyu, she will think of what those maids said, and she is a little uncomfortable.

Han Moyu never let Xue Ling'er serve him closely, even in a room, Han Moyu's dressing and bathing were all done by himself, never pretending to others, and never letting others serve him closely. Xue Ling'er didn't have this opportunity at all. Today, she suddenly sensed Han Moyu's thoughts, which made her feel a little lost in her heart.

Han Moyu didn't sleep well. In the dark, it was as if something was approaching. Hanmo began to toss and turn. She felt as if something was pressing up, heavy, and her chest was breathless. It was as if she was having a nightmare, and she was covered in a cold sweat that soaked the brocade quilt.

"Brother, Brother Yu...... ......"In the dark, Han Mo was shouting Fu Changyu's name;

"Don't, don't...... Don't go...... I'm afraid...... Don't leave me......" Han Mo cried out in pain, his head twisted to one side, his hands clutching the quilt tightly.

Xue Ling'er heard the movement, quickly turned over and got out of bed, and lit the candlestick. The house was suddenly lit up. Xue Ling'er was lying on the side of Han Moyu's bed, and saw Han Moyu biting her lip tightly, and fine beads of sweat were rising on her pale face. Did he have nightmares?

"Young Master Hanmoyu, wake up!" Xue Ling'er shook Hanmo vigorously in his words.

"Brother!" Han Moyu shouted, sat up straight, startled Xue Ling'er, she hugged Xue Ling'er tightly, and kept saying: "I'm so scared! Don't go, don't leave me......"

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Xue Ling'er opened her arms and hugged Han Moyu's back; "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Han Moyu seemed to come back to his senses at this time, pushed Xue Ling'er away, and said, "Did I say anything just now?" "No, the young master didn't say anything." The young master seems to be having a nightmare. I'm usually too worried. Xue Ling'er said. She lowered her head, not daring to look into Han Moyu's eyes. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Han Moyu knew all his secrets?

It was late at night. After Han Moyu fell asleep, Xue Ling'er lay back on her bed, but no one was there. She tossed and turned, thinking about the affectionate smile that Fu Changyu showed to Han Moyu that day. Could it be that His Royal Highness Fu Changyu also has special feelings for Young Master Han Moyu? Thinking of this, Fu Changyu was shocked and sweated. What about the young master of Hanmoyu? Young Master Moyu, it's the same...... Who would write a person's name over and over again......

At this time, she heard the uneasy churning sound of Han Moyu. So, I quickly got up and got out of bed and lit a candle. She walked quickly to Han Moyu's bedside, but saw Han Moyu's pale face, her outstretched hand in the air, as if to grasp something, the quilt was also kicked open by her, revealing her body in obscene clothes, the neckline was spread out, and her half-hidden chest glowed with a white and delicate luster under the candlelight.

Xue Ling'er looked at the skin that was better than a woman, and her face began to redden. She reached out and pulled the quilt for her, then took her outstretched hand and sat down on the edge of her bed. Han Moyu held Xue Ling'er's hand tightly, Xue Ling'er began to feel a little pain, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Brother, don't go! Don't leave me!" Han Moyu gasped rapidly, and suddenly whispered, "Brother......" Xue Ling'er felt that at that moment, she was about to suffocate, tears rolling vigorously in her eyes. It turned out that Han Moyu really had such thoughts about his brother! Xue Ling'er didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hold me...... I'm scared ......," Han Mo pleaded.

Xue Ling'er hesitated, lifted the quilt, leaned towards Han Moyu, hugged Han Moyu with her soft body, and remained motionless like that. Han Moyu was like a baby, tightly wrapped around her neck, sleeping beside her. When it was almost dawn, Xue Ling'er got up.

After returning to the Han Mansion, Han Moyu was locked in the study to copy the Book of Rites, and for two whole days, he was only given a bowl of crystal clear gruel. Super-fast and stable updates, this article is made by. lxiaoshuo。 The first sunlight poured in through the windows, and the room was bright. At this moment, Han Moyu is sitting in front of the window copying the scriptures, but his thoughts are always chaotic. I saw her write and scribble, scribble and write on a piece of paper, and then crumpled it vigorously and threw it on the ground. The ground was already covered with paper balls. Fu Changyu hadn't been back to Hanfu for several days.

Brother. I miss you so much, why don't you go home...... I want to see you...... Even a glance is fine......

Han Moyu couldn't concentrate at all, and Fu Changyu's figure would appear in her mind all the time. She felt that she was sick, and she was not lightly ill. When she thought about it like this, she was so sleepy and hungry that she fell asleep on the table.

When Han Moyu was lying on the table and falling asleep, Xue Ling'er gently pushed the door and walked into the room, only to see that the ground was littered with paper balls. She bent down and picked one up and opened it, but saw that it was densely written repeatedly, but there were only three words: Fu Changyu. Xue Ling'er was slightly stunned, looked at the sleeping young master Han Moyu with some surprise, and then gently draped the clothes in her hand on Han Moyu's body. Han Moyu woke up, turned his head, and looked at Xue Ling'er, with a lonely look in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Master Moyu, go back to the back room and sleep, it's cold here. Xue Ling'er said and reached out to help her.

"Isn't it true that when people grow up and have their own new home, they will forget the home they grew up in?" Han Moyu suddenly asked. Yes, she has forgotten the home in Wujia Village, the home that used to be full of laughter, and brother, has she also forgotten the cold home of Hanfu?...... Isn't it, even Moyu has forgotten together, just like Moyu has forgotten the appearance of his father Wu Qiusheng and his nurse Mo Chunlan?...... Han Mo whispered and cried quietly, burying his head in Xue Ling'er's arms.

Xue Ling'er was stunned, not knowing what to say. Just stretched out his hand, like a mother, gently stroked Han Moyu's hair, for a long time, only to sigh slightly, like a falling flower outside the window.

At night, Xue Ling'er fell asleep in the side room outside Han Moyu's bedroom as usual. The side room and the bedroom are connected indoors, with a small living room in the middle, without partitions or doors; between the master bedroom and the living room, there is only a screen embroidered with gorse peonies, and there is a gauze tent hanging outside; and outside the side room, there is only a long transparent gauze tent, separating these three relatively independent spaces. There is no door between the master bedroom and the side room, so that the slaves and maids can take care of the master at night. If anything happens to the masters in the middle of the night, the slaves and maids are on call. Because there is no door to separate the house, the slaves and maids who can usually wait close to their masters usually sleep in the same place. In the future, when the master marries, the slaves and maids who serve in the bed can also be carried into the room, and they can be concubines if they mix well.

At the beginning, when Xue Ling'er followed Han Moyu, she didn't expect these things at all. But after the eldest young master Fu Changyu suddenly became a prince and moved out of the Han Mansion, the surrounding people turned their attention to Han Moyu, the only heir of the Han Mansion. And Xue Ling'er naturally attracted attention. Many maids persuaded Xue Ling'er to take advantage of the fact that the young master of Moyu was still young and did not understand the relationship between men and women, and the master had that relationship as soon as possible, so that he could stand on his feet in the cold mansion in the future. When the master grows up and falls in love with other girls, you can't post it even if you want to. Xue Ling'er is embarrassed to say it, these days when she looks at Han Moyu, she will think of what those maids said, and she is a little uncomfortable.

Han Moyu never let Xue Ling'er serve him closely, even in a room, Han Moyu's dressing and bathing were all done by himself, never pretending to others, and never letting others serve him closely. Xue Ling'er didn't have this opportunity at all. Today, she suddenly sensed Han Moyu's thoughts, which made her feel a little lost in her heart.

Han Moyu didn't sleep well. In the dark, it was as if something was approaching. Hanmo began to toss and turn. She felt as if something was pressing up, heavy, and her chest was breathless. It was as if she was having a nightmare, and she was covered in a cold sweat that soaked the brocade quilt.

"Brother, Brother Yu...... ......"In the dark, Han Mo was shouting Fu Changyu's name;

"Don't, don't...... Don't go...... I'm afraid...... Don't leave me......" Han Mo cried out in pain, his head twisted to one side, his hands clutching the quilt tightly.

Xue Ling'er heard the movement, quickly turned over and got out of bed, and lit the candlestick. The house was suddenly lit up. Xue Ling'er was lying on the side of Han Moyu's bed, and saw Han Moyu biting her lip tightly, and fine beads of sweat were rising on her pale face. Did he have nightmares?

"Young Master Hanmoyu, wake up!" Xue Ling'er shook Hanmo vigorously in his words.

"Brother!" Han Moyu shouted, sat up straight, startled Xue Ling'er, she hugged Xue Ling'er tightly, and kept saying: "I'm so scared! Don't go, don't leave me......"

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Xue Ling'er opened her arms and hugged Han Moyu's back; "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Han Moyu seemed to come back to his senses at this time, pushed Xue Ling'er away, and said, "Did I say anything just now?" "No, the young master didn't say anything." The young master seems to be having a nightmare. I'm usually too worried. Xue Ling'er said. She lowered her head, not daring to look into Han Moyu's eyes. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Han Moyu knew all his secrets?

It was late at night. After Han Moyu fell asleep, Xue Ling'er lay back on her bed, but no one was there. She tossed and turned, thinking about the affectionate smile that Fu Changyu showed to Han Moyu that day. Could it be that His Royal Highness Fu Changyu also has special feelings for Young Master Han Moyu? Thinking of this, Fu Changyu was shocked and sweated. What about the young master of Hanmoyu? Young Master Moyu, it's the same...... Who would write a person's name over and over again......

At this time, she heard the uneasy churning sound of Han Moyu. So, I quickly got up and got out of bed and lit a candle. She walked quickly to Han Moyu's bedside, but saw Han Moyu's pale face, her outstretched hand in the air, as if to grasp something, the quilt was also kicked open by her, revealing her body in obscene clothes, the neckline was spread out, and her half-hidden chest glowed with a white and delicate luster under the candlelight.

Xue Ling'er looked at the skin that was better than a woman, and her face began to redden. She reached out and pulled the quilt for her, then took her outstretched hand and sat down on the edge of her bed. Han Moyu held Xue Ling'er's hand tightly, Xue Ling'er began to feel a little pain, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Brother, don't go! Don't leave me!" Han Moyu gasped rapidly, and suddenly whispered, "Brother......" Xue Ling'er felt that at that moment, she was about to suffocate, tears rolling vigorously in her eyes. It turned out that Han Moyu really had such thoughts about his brother! Xue Ling'er didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hold me...... I'm scared ......," Han Mo pleaded.

Xue Ling'er hesitated, lifted the quilt, leaned towards Han Moyu, hugged Han Moyu with her soft body, and remained motionless like that. Han Moyu was like a baby, tightly wrapped around her neck, sleeping beside her. When it was almost dawn, Xue Ling'er got up.