In a flash, it was almost noon.

The farce in the morning was like a dew drop in the sun, and as soon as it was illuminated by the sun, it evaporated in Hu Shijiu's originally open-minded and somewhat excessive heart.

She held a rag and vigorously wiped the railing outside the corridor on the second floor.

The weather in Langjing has been changeable recently, and it is still cloudless during the day and strong winds at night.

In the hallway, leaves and flowers were accumulated from the wind in the middle of the night.

Hu Shijiu finished wiping the railing, squatted down, and put away the leaves and petals little by little.

Although she is a human body, she is still like a little fox in her bones occasionally. For all things in nature, she keeps a care.

She always can't bear to regard the filthy dustpan as the final destination of these flowers and trees that died early.

She cautiously held the fallen flowers in her arms. This kind of behavior also seems to confirm her reputation as "the first fool in the drunkard building".

"Look, look," said a few men in front of him. "Is that the eldest young master of the Han Mansion?"

"Which Han Mansion?"

"Which one could it be! Isn't it our Chen Guoda's famous Han Mochen, General Han's mansion! ”

Han-Mo-Chen.

Three big characters with radiant characters attacked Hu Shijiu with thousands of troops and horses.

Hu Shijiu was stunned, the flowers in her arms were scattered on the ground, and she poked her head out like a ghost, looking at the group of people who were walking slowly not far away.

Han Mochen was wearing an azure robe, with a few ink and bamboo leaves on it, which made him even more handsome. He was holding a white ivory bone fan, the fan was not opened, and he was casually turning in his hand, Hu Shijiu was too familiar with his small action, it was a slightly impatient but had to endure the look.

At this time, the man beside him almost seemed to have the whole city's silk village on his body, he was wearing a red brocade robe, painted with golden folded flowers, a huge pink peony on his head, and waved to the lively elders from time to time. At that scene, I'm afraid that even this year's newly elected Oiran would be ashamed of himself when he saw him.

Someone on the side asked in a low voice: "I heard that General Han is powerful and powerful, how can he dress up like this?" It's like," the man scoffed, "but like the face of the great family of the Zhu Sect." ”

"Phew!" Hearing this, another fellow took a sip, "What are you yelling about!" Can that oily noodle be General Han of our Great Chen Kingdom? The one in the azure robe is! ”

"I'll just say it......" The previous person suddenly realized, followed by a few low chuckles.

"And the hairpin next to him?"

"That hairpin, isn't it the eldest young master of the Han Mansion!" Zhao Liu also squeezed over to see the excitement, and said slowly.

"Zhao Liu, how do you know?" The other guys suddenly huddled together and asked curiously.

"Of course I listened to what I said!" Sun Wu also went up to the second floor to watch the excitement at this time, he glanced at Hu Shijiu triumphantly, this kind of feeling of being surrounded by everyone and being the focus of attention is really good, but he forgot that the two strips of cloth were still stuck in his nostrils. As everyone knows, the other guys saw him like this, and they were covering their mouths and wanting to laugh but didn't dare, almost holding back their internal injuries.

I could only hear him clear his throat: "On the way back from the wine cellar just now, I saw this Young Master Han, and they were already walking around Langjing......

Everyone knew that Sun Wu's words had always added fuel and vinegar, and they were exaggerated, but they still laughed one after another, and even more so, they had the courage to shout: "Young Master Han!" ”

The man below heard someone calling out to him, and he was not ashamed, but proud. It's like running the rivers and lakes, arching his hands and making a gesture of "thank you". At this moment, even Han Mochen beside him could no longer move forward calmly, his face sank, and he sped up his pace.

Hu Jiu felt that his face was hot, although what they said had nothing to do with him, but Han Mochen's restrained expression made her empathize, Han Mochen, who has always been low-key, can imagine the torment he suffered by such a person.

Wait, who are they talking about?

Young Master Han?

Young Master Han!

If Hu Shijiu's previous life can be described as muddy, then there is one thing that she knows very well.

Young Master Han of the Han Mansion, Han Mochen's biological eldest brother, Han Moyang, has long since died!

In her previous life, she was rescued by Han Mochen and brought back to the Han Mansion, when she was a little maid, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chinese New Year's Eve, the servants of the Han Mansion were always very busy. Because only on such a special day, the old lady of the Han Mansion, who has always been closed, will come to the huge back garden to worship her son and eldest grandson!

Right now, people who should have died a long time ago are talking and laughing downstairs.

The spring was bright, and Hu Shijiu only felt a chill surging up from the soles of his feet, all the way up, up, straight to his heart.

Certainly, something, with his own rebirth, changed.

"Where did the Han Mansion come out of a big young master?" Someone asked curiously, everyone in Langjing knows that the Han Mansion is a loyal martyr, and the only man left is Han Mochen.

"Hey, I heard that I only came back from looking for relatives a few days ago. It seems that I got lost since I was a child and was adopted......"

"Is it so coincidental......

"If you don't come back sooner or later, you just came back after the general swept away the enemy captives, so you won't come to rob the family property, right?"

All kinds of sounds are woven into a dense cobweb, intertwined in the sky above Langjing.

It's good now, as soon as this straw bale young master comes back, the son's usual low-key behavior is in vain!

Han Yi, the little servant next to Han Mochen, sighed, and accompanied his two young masters to "parade the street" with strong spirits.

Han Mochen was not used to Han Moyang's swaggering through the market.

It's just that who would have thought that the tall and mighty eldest brother in his childhood, the eldest brother who was once regarded as the pride of the whole family, actually saw Han Moyang in rags at a glance when Han Mochen just walked out of the Han Mansion a few days ago, and saw the ragged Han Moyang just holding his arms and squatting under the wall opposite the Han Mansion, almost being regarded as a beggar by the guards at the door!

Ever since his disappearance, Grandma has always believed that she stole everything that should have belonged to the eldest grandson of Hanfu.

Now, Han Moyang has finally returned safely.

Han Mochen looked at the elated eldest brother Han Moyang beside him, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, don't say that he was accompanying his eldest brother to walk in Langjing City, as long as it is what the eldest brother wants, he will not hesitate to give it to him!

Hu Shijiu was hidden in the shadows behind the pillar, her heart was almost jumping out, and the thousands of threads in her mind became a mess at this moment.

She opened her eyes vigorously and carefully observed the man beside Han Mochen. I want to find clues from him whether he is reborn like himself.

A familiar face, which seemed to be unconscious, made Hu Shijiu stunned behind the pillar for a moment!

Lu Wu, wearing a half-new robe, Lu Wu, with a clean face, was following behind Han Moyang, his gaze glanced casually at the drunken building, Hu Shijiu took a step back, completely hiding himself in the shadows.

Why, could it be him?