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Han Yi looked at Han Mochen's second sister, Han Hongqi, like a help, but saw her idly stretching out her hand to block her mouth, as if she yawned, and said lazily: "I'm very tired, you talk slowly." ”

Grandma, if you don't say a word, then my son and I really have a "chat"!

Han Yi was anxious, but he didn't dare to ask for help, so he could only keep looking at Han Hongqi.

"Since the second sister is tired, let's go and rest." Han Mochen nodded and said, "Han Yi, you come with me, I have something to ask you." ”

Han Yi drooped his head and followed Han Mochen to the back garden step by step, ignoring the gloating snickering of the few family members at the door.

"Don't go to the Drunkard Building in the future." Han Mochen stood in front of the stone table in the back garden, looked up at the blue sky and said.

"Yes." Han Yigong replied respectfully, but he was stunned again, "Why?" ”

"No why." Han Mochen's gaze still did not retract from the sky.

The autumn sky is very high, and the height is unpredictable. As far as Han Mochen could see, there seemed to be two white clouds close to each other, but when a gust of wind rose, the white clouds gathered and dispersed, and gradually, they went their separate ways......

Now that she has a husband's family, her own attachment has become a burden to others and herself, as for the life-saving grace in Qinglu Garden, it is natural to repay it, however, not to bother now, maybe the best way.

"Oh......" Han Yi saw that Han Mochen was in a low mood, so he changed the topic and said, "Childe is going out for a walk today?" ”

Going for a walk?

It's better than in this house, where she is everywhere.

Han Mochen withdrew his gaze from the sky and nodded, "It's okay." ”

When the master and servant stood outside the gate of the drunken man's building, Han Yi looked at Han Mochen's face and said embarrassedly: "Childe, why don't we go in and have a look?" ”

Han Mochen stared at the drunkard building for a long time.

"Nope. Let's go. He turned. Strode in the opposite direction of the Drunkard Building.

"Don't worry, everyone! Don't rob it! ”

In the drunken building, Hu Shijiu's crisp and sweet voice came out, and the elephant bone fan in Han Mochen's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

He couldn't help but turn around, and it seemed that he could see Hu Shijiu standing on the high staircase. Smiling like a flower, she distributed the wine koji in her hand to everyone, she smiled so brightly and beautifully, just like when Han Mochen saw her at the night banquet that day.

At the same time, Hu Shijiu, who was distributing koji, suddenly noticed something. I couldn't help but look out......

Han Yi was really depressed.

Today, I went to the drunkard building twice, and I also caught up with the "wine master to send music" there, who would have thought, both times I returned empty-handed!

In contrast, the previous trip to the drunkard building with the second lady Han Hongqi was better, at least it was a crowd of people.

This time, they didn't even enter the gate of the Drunken Man Building, and he and the third son, Han Mochen, stood under the old pine tree opposite the Drunken Man Building, one left and one right, that feeling...... That feeling. It's a bit silly!

Han Yi followed Han Mochen listlessly, only to feel that his legs were as heavy as lead, and his brain was more like a sticky paste.

"Han Yi, have you seen the koji?" Han Mochen asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Han Yi responded slowly.

"Did she make the koji sent by the drunkard Lou?" There was a faint smile on the corner of Han Mochen's mouth, "It's quite capable." ”

"That's it!" Han Yi suddenly became interested, and he vividly described what he saw and heard with Han Hongqi in the drunkard building in the morning, and gave Han Mochen a vivid description.

"That's ......" Han Mochen listened to Han Yi's description, but the smile became deeper and deeper.

At the end of the day, the master and the servant groaned together.

"From tomorrow. You go there every day to play a pot of bars......" As he spoke, he was almost in Hanfu.

"Okay!" Han Yi happily responded.

Starting from tomorrow, you will be able to go to the drunkard building with your son, and by that time. He is accompanied by fine wine, and his son is accompanied by Shen Sommelier......

"Childe, when are we going tomorrow?" Han Yi pursed his lips at the house that laughed at him at the door in the morning, and asked loudly.

Han Mochen's footsteps stopped: "It's not us, it's you who go." ”

He quickened his pace after speaking, as if he didn't want to continue the topic: "As for when to go." You feel free. ”

Han Yi was stunned, and those people at the door couldn't help but smile and leaned back.

"Han Yi, our young lady and son-in-law think that you have sharp legs and feet and a lively brain, by the way, Ming'er will go to the market again and bring us some delicious food!"

Han Yi turned his head fiercely and glared at them, however, Han Mochen had already walked away.

At this time, no one noticed that on the tree-lined path leaning against the gate, Han Moyang, the eldest son of the Han Mansion, looked at the smiling family, and then looked at Han Mochen in the distance, revealing a weird smile.

"The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses." Judd, with his white hair on his head, leaned against the window and read slowly in a thin but feminine voice.

The black-faced guard behind him couldn't help but feel a chill again.

This good poem and song made this old monster think, no matter what it was, it was full of decadence.

Judd finished expressing his feelings, turned around, looked at the black-faced guard and said, "You mean, Han Mochen took that, that ......?"

"Shen Nineteen." The black-faced guard replied in a low voice.

"Little Nineteen......" Judd smiled again, "The two of them went to Qinglu Garden, looking for that little leper?" ”

Primary 19......

The black-faced guard suddenly remembered Hu Shijiu's delicate face when he was in Qinglu Garden, and sighed secretly in his heart, I am afraid that it will not be long before there will be an additional little eunuch named "Nineteen" here.

Although he thought so, he still quickly replied, "Exactly." ”

"When did they go?" The old eunuch picked up a piece of pastry cake, felt not very satisfied, shook his head, picked up another piece of white skin and red stamen, glanced at it obliquely and asked.

"It's been a few days...... the black-faced guard shuddered.

"Here's something for you." Judd took a few steps forward, put the pastry in the palm of his hand, spread it out, and said to the black-faced guard with a smile.

The shriveled palms are red, red, white and white.

The black-faced guard held back his nausea and said respectfully, "Father-in-law Xie." ”

He reached out to take the pastry, and Judd's long fingers crossed his palm, intentionally or unintentionally, and the black-faced guard's hair stood on end.

"Since it's been a few days, why did you come to tell us now?" Judd flicked his white hair, and as soon as he turned around, the decaying, fragrant aroma was inhaled along the snort of the black-faced guard.

The black-faced guard's sanity gradually weakened, and the more frightened he became, the more peculiar a smile appeared on his face...... (To be continued.) )