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. ”

"However, the ...... of the Autumn Moon Pavilion" The maid hesitated a little, "The place over there in the Autumn Moon Pavilion is small, I'm afraid it ......"

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Han raised her eyebrows, "Isn't the Autumn Moon Pavilion still able to accommodate him?" Mrs. Han swept her eyes and said, "Didn't the Autumn Moon Pavilion vacate a room a few days ago? ”

The maid replied resignedly, and Han Moyu looked at the maid's eyes, vaguely feeling that the place called Qiuyue Pavilion was not a good place to go.

In my memory, after she returned to Hanfu, she was arranged to live in Liuyunju, a very beautiful courtyard, not Qiuyue Pavilion. This Autumn Moon Pavilion seemed to be very deserted back then, and Han Moyu had never set foot in it, nor had he ever noticed it.

What happened in front of me was similar to what happened in my memory, but it didn't seem to be very different. What the hell is going on?, Han Moyu frowned slightly.

Han Changyu, who was silent on the side, suddenly spoke: "Mother, why do you want to send Han Moyu there? Otherwise, let him live in Liuyunju? It's good there." No matter how bad it is, there are still a lot of vacant wings in my Qingfeng Residence, and it is okay to live there with me. ”

Lady Han coldly swept over everyone, and then her gaze fixed on Han Changyu's face. The originally cold gaze softened a little: "Yu'er, you just have too soft a heart, and you want to bring it home when you see anyone." Hanfu is not a refugee house, and in the future, these messy people will be brought home less, do you know? Also, don't you like to be quiet? Fewer people is also conducive to you to calm down and study and practice alone, so my mother let you live alone in the big Qingfeng Residence. Don't you understand your mother's painstaking efforts at all?"

Han Changyu was silent for a while, and finally didn't say anything, just looked at Han Moyu, as if he wanted to say something comforting.

Han Moyu frowned, and smiled at Han Changyu, thinking that she had slept in a leaky grass house, a dry firewood, and a damp and windy cave, where would she be so squeamish, would she not be used to sleeping in this big house? She thought so, but she still couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sourness in her heart. She could see that her mother, Mrs. Han, did not want to see her.

Han Moyu glanced back at the graceful and luxurious woman again, and then walked out of the door under the guidance of the maidservant.

Han Changyu chased after him and grabbed Han Moyu. Han Moyu turned his head a little puzzled, but saw Han Changyu looking at him fixedly, and said, "You have to remember that from now on, you will be the third young master of Han Mansion, Han Moyu." Not some kind of nonsense. Don't mind what Mother says. When she understood that she must not have recognized the wrong person this time, it would not be like this. You stay in the Autumn Moon Pavilion first, and I'll find a way to settle you into a better place to live in a few days, okay?"

Han Moyu nodded obediently, then turned around and left Xizhaoju with the maidservant.

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The cold mansion is very large, in addition to the two main halls of hospitality in front, there are four bedrooms, two pavilions and one miscellaneous courtyard for living in the back; they are Xizhaoju, Luoxiaju, Liuyunju, Qingfeng Ju, Qiuyue Pavilion, Peony Pavilion, and servant miscellaneous courtyard; each residence is a courtyard alone, there are several large and small wings, and the pavilions and buildings are staggered; each courtyard is divided into an independent space by a courtyard wall, which seems to be separated from each other, but is connected by a circuitous corridor, a narrow corridor and large and small arches.

Han Moyu entered such a mansion for the first time, and felt as if he had entered a labyrinth, for fear that he was going the wrong way, so he followed the maidservant closely. This time, however, she felt that she was extremely familiar with the place. After a few turns, through several corridors and arches, the maidservant finally stopped in front of the door of a quiet courtyard, and pushed open the wooden door.

Han Moyu glanced at the words Qiuyue Pavilion written on the plaque in front of the courtyard door, and then stepped in. There is a little bit of desertion in the yard. The place against the wall was overgrown with knee-high wild grass, and the sporadic wildflowers were in full bloom, giving Han Moyu a familiar feeling of being in the countryside.

There are two magnolia trees in the yard, and at this time, the white magnolia flowers are full of branches, like a white jade lantern. Directly in front of it is a large spacious house, flanked by several side rooms.

Han Moyu was watching, and the door of the main house suddenly opened, and a plain-clothed woman came out of it, standing on the steps and looking at Han Moyu. The woman was wearing an orchid plain dress, and she looked quite thoughtful, but her face seemed to be sad and sad, which made people dare not look at it again. Hiding behind the woman was a girl of six or seven years old, with big eyes, but full of timidity.

"Aunt Qiu!" the maidservant saluted, and then said: "This is the eldest lady's long-lost child Han Moyu, who is now placed here with Aunt Qiu, and please take care of Aunt Qiu!"

The plain-clothed woman who was called Aunt Qiu smiled faintly, with a hint of mockery in her eyes, and said: "As soon as Min'er went, Madame couldn't wait for people to occupy Min'er's house!

Han Moyu looked at Aunt Qiu's house, and for some reason she felt a little breathless. When she turned around, the maidservant had already stepped forward and opened the iron lock in front of the house, and then pushed the room open.

A faint smell of dirt and mold emanated from the room. Han Moyu choked and coughed a few times, and then stepped into the house after the servant. A faint smell of medicine came to my face, but it quickly dissipated.

The furniture layout in the house is very similar to the room where Xi Zhao lives, but compared to the room where Xi Zhao lives, it is much cleaner. On the wall hung a picture of a white magnolia, and on the table was a vase with a bouquet of magnolia flowers, but it was clearly withered, and the petals showed a burnt yellow color.

In addition to the slight dampness in the back sun, the house is spacious and comfortable, and it is really more than 10 million times better than the grass house in Wujia Village.

The maidservant stood in the room, seemingly uneasy. She briefly explained a few words to Han Moyu, Han Moyu smiled, thanked her, and sent the maid away. When the maid went out, she turned her head and said to Han Moyu, her name is Li Wan'er, if Han Moyu needs anything, you can come to her.

After Wan'er left, Han Moyu began to clean up the house by herself. When she reached the bedside, she suddenly saw a few long hairs falling on the floor next to the bed. Suspiciously, she put her hair away and threw it in the trash. Underneath the futon, however, she found more hair, tangled in each other, scattered on the bed.

She suddenly remembered the resentful gaze of Aunt Qiu. As soon as Min'er went, Madame couldn't wait for someone to occupy Min'er's house? Could it be that the one who used to live here was called Min'er? So, what about the person named Min'er? Where is it now? Han Mo thought to himself, shuddering for some reason.

This Min'er is obviously Aunt Qiu's daughter, but in her memory, she and Aunt Qiu have little to do with each other, until Aunt Qiu mentions it, and she vaguely remembers that there is a young lady named Min'er in Hanfu. Miss Min'er in her memory also seems to have died of illness. However, she has been unknown during her lifetime, and no one has noticed her after her death.

There was hair all over the bed under the pillow and on the futon, and it looked a little scary. Han Moyu was a little timid, and didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he hurriedly rolled all the flexible and smooth hair in his hand into a ball and threw it in the trash.

After she finished cleaning up, she lay on her back on the bed and pulled on the soft brocade quilt casually. A vague smell of medicine came from the brocade quilt. Han Moyu smelled the medicinal fragrance, and in a trance, he remembered Mrs. Han's beautiful but blood-colored face. That originally gorgeous face, in her opinion, was so strange and hideous.

Is that beautiful woman really her own mother?

If so, why doesn't there be a hint of joy on her face? Doesn't she smile? No, she will. She obviously saw the gentle smile on her face when she looked at Han Changyu. Han Moyu suddenly remembered his nurse Mo Chunlan, and a sour and astringent thing surged in his heart.