Meritorious service, celebration, except for the royal banquet, almost everything else that can be pushed has been pushed.

After several years of fighting, Han Mochen is still very unaccustomed to this set of officialdom.

Every "celebration banquet" made Han Mochen feel that what he drank was not wine, but the blood of those brothers who died on the battlefield, and every word of compliment on himself, how could it be compared with the fresh lives!

Stroking the wolf tooth ring on his left wrist, Han Mochen, who was dressed in a dark robe, stood in the empty courtyard, picked up a green dragon plain silver spear from the landing platform, and danced the green dragon on the spear into a fire dragon walking through the garden.

"Chen'er," Mrs. Han called distressedly. As soon as she heard that the maidservant said that Han Mochen was practicing in the courtyard early in the morning, she hurried over. This kid, who has been fighting outside for many years, is now rare to have a few days to spare, and it is not good to rest!

Hearing Mrs. Han's call, Han Mochen withdrew his spear and stopped practicing.

"Mother." Han Mochen threw the silver spear to Han Yi, the little servant beside him, and went straight to Mrs. Han, respectfully greeting him.

"Come, look at you kid, you can sweat on a cold day." Mrs. Han was kind and disgusted, and the maidservant next to her presented a silver plate, which was a pre-prepared brocade handkerchief, Han Mochen obediently lowered his head, and Mrs. Han took a handkerchief from the plate to wipe her sweat.

"Huh?" Mrs. Han's hand stopped at Han Mochen's sideburns, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Mochen's head tilted: "It's okay." ”

Mrs. Han moved her lips, and her eyes turned red after all. "In the future, be more careful."

"Yes. I made a note of it. The scar next to the sideburns Han Mochen had forgotten which battle he had fallen on, but he didn't want to worry Mrs. Han.

And Mrs. Han also understands that the glory of the Han family's sons has always been exchanged for life.

Han Mochen didn't want Mrs. Han to worry too much, so he changed the topic and asked, "Mother, how is grandma today?" ”

"It's better......"

Since Han Mochen's triumphant return to Beijing, everyone in the Han Mansion has been rejoicing, but the old lady of the Han Mansion has been the same for decades, and every time she hears that Han Mochen has returned, the old lady will say that she is sick and cannot come out.

This time was no exception, after the royal family banquet that day, the old lady did not allow Han Mochen to visit her again. And the reason for this is even more difficult to explain.

Han Mochen nodded, "I'll go and say hello to grandma." ”

"Chen'er," Mrs. Han stopped talking, "you can go back in a few days." ”

"All these years...... Chen'er, it's going to be fine. Mrs. Han seemed to have something unspeakable, her brows frowned, but she was like a fish in her throat. It's not so much to comfort Han Mochen, it's better to say it to yourself.

"Don't worry," Han Mochen's expression flashed gloomily, and he smiled again: "I'll visit grandma another day." ”

He turned around and called, "Han Yi, follow me to the street!" ”

Not long after, the two people in regular clothes had already come to the Xinghualou in the West City.

"Guest officer, please-" At this time, the guy from Xinghualou saw their master and servant at a glance, and hurriedly put the towel in his hand on his shoulder, and shouted hard with a smile.

"Tuesday! You haven't become a treasurer yet? Han Yi seemed to be very familiar with the guys here, and said with a smile: "Childe, please inside." ”

Han Mochen was dressed in a moon-white robe at this time, holding an ivory bone fan, and his expression was calm. is like a handsome rich son, no one would guess that this is the "soul-chasing general" who terrifies the enemy country.

The guy from Xinghualou grinned on Tuesday, nodded and led the way for the two, and said: "Wei Gongzi don't make fun of the little one, if you let the shopkeeper hear it, the small bowl of rice will be eaten." ”

Han Mochen and the two of them will inevitably have many twists and turns when they go out, and they have always only taken half of the word "Han", and the homonym "Wei" is the surname.

Hearing Tuesday say this at this time, Han Yi shook his head with a smile and said, "You monkey also don't dare one day, has someone booked the old place upstairs?" ”

"I don't see the two of you from afar, the little one has already left a vacant seat to welcome the two." Tuesday's words were nondescript, Han Mochen didn't care about him, just nodded lightly, went up to the second floor, and came to the place where he usually sits.

The second floor of Xinghua Building is different from the wide and bright hall on the first floor, but is divided into several separate spaces with an ingenious ink screen, and is equipped with singing and dancing girls with excellent colors and arts.

In this way, drinking on the second floor of Xinghua Building is not only ventilated and pleasant, but also will not be disturbed by others and has a unique flavor. It is highly respected by the aristocratic men of Langjing. Every time Han Mochen came, he would designate the most noisy partition on the street.

On weekdays, the guests arranged in this position are noisy here, but every time their master and servant designate to sit here, not to mention the company of beautiful women, and the silver taels are sufficient. In the eyes of the people in Xinghuafang, they are no less than two rich fools.

"What do you two guests want?" Tuesday's smiling face is like a blooming chrysanthemum, and every pore is eager to exude the smell of "welcome".

"Just the best drinks you've got here." Han Mochen looked at the crowd of people walking back and forth downstairs, only this bustling worldly bustle could remind him that he was not on the battlefield, which was already the best way for him to relax.

"Okay!" On Tuesday, he snorted on the soles of his feet, "A pot of drunken immortals-"

"Race Drunken Immortal?" When Han Yi heard this name, he couldn't help but laugh.

Han Mochen looked at Han Yi inexplicably.

"Childe, look." Han Yi raised his hand to signal.

Han Mochen saw the wine flag standing not far away, and the three big characters of "Drunkard Building" were waving in the wind.

"It's that drunkard building," Han Yi continued to smile and said: "The signature of the drunkard building's 'Drunken Immortal Wine', at this time, Xinghualou has made a 'Drunken Immortal', interesting, interesting." ”

"Two guest officers, our 'Race Drunken Immortal' here is much more fragrant than the wine in the Drunkard Building! Guaranteed to be unadulterated at all! Tuesday came up with a pot of wine, and continued Han Yi's words with a hippie smile.

"Haha! You're a monkey here! Han Yi laughed, and when he turned his head, he found that Han Mochen was looking downstairs.

Is that the little girl?

In front of the candy man's stall downstairs, a little girl wearing a flower cotton jacket held a candy man in her hand, and looked up at Xinghualou with big eyes. Suddenly, she seemed to see Han Mochen, was slightly stunned, lowered her head and walked away quickly, and then merged into the vast sea of people.

"Is that her?" Han Yi also saw Hu Shijiu. That night, Han Yi was wearing a silver mask, so Hu Shijiu didn't recognize him.

"Isn't it her?" It was a guy from Xinghualou who spoke. He sneakily took out a portrait from his arms, pointed to Hu Shijiu's back and gestured: "Brother Zhou, that little girl seems to be the shopkeeper asked us to find." ”

"Then don't go yet!" Tuesday almost pushed the guy to his feet.

The guy was unsteady on his feet, and the painting in his hand fell at Han Mochen's feet.

Han Mochen remained silent, just drank slowly, and leisurely watched the people coming and going downstairs.

"Idiot!" Tuesday cursed in a low voice, immediately picked up the piece of paper, and said with a smile: "The two guest officers use it slowly, and the younger one retreats first." ”

Han Mochen nodded.

Seeing that Tuesday didn't take a few steps, he ran down with a gust of wind. "Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper's! He shouted.

Who is that girl?