It's snowing again outside naively, just in response to the poem Xiao Han just "wrote", it is late to want snow!

Sitting in the carriage home, Xiao Han lifted the curtain, and the snowflakes outside swirled into the carriage.

Stretching out his hand, catching the two pieces, watching them melt quickly in the palm of his hand, Xiao Han was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

"Master Hou, I'm home."

The carriage stopped at some point, and then Xiao Dong's soft cry woke Xiao Han up completely.

"Huh, home?" Xiao Han suddenly raised his head, shook his somewhat wet hand, stepped down from the carriage, and then looked back at the place where he had walked.

At this time, the road surface has been paved with a thin layer of snowflakes, which looks like a mottled white blanket, stretching down the stone-paved road into the darkness.

"Xiaodong?"

"I'm here!"

"You go ......"

Looking at the white snow blanket printed with horses' hooves and ruts, Xiao Han habitually stomped his feet, wanting to tell Xiaodong to invite Yin Can.

But before he could say this, he sighed again and did not continue.

Now in this world, the family is unreliable, is the Mo family definitely reliable?

Xiao Han, who was disgusted by the family's face, was no longer willing to believe in these organizations that had been deposited for thousands of years.

Thousands of years are too long! The scheming is too deep, the art of war is too much, the black box is too big, the insider is too thick, the tongue is too greedy, the vision is too mixed, and the expectation is too dangerous, so everything is "over-conceived"

Even if Xiao Han knows now, Yin Can is already tied to him.

But at the same time, he also knows: Yin Can, just Yin Can! He can represent the Mo family, but he can't represent the Mo family.

This may be a bit tongue-twisting, in simple words: Yin Can is just one of the great sons of the Mo family in the past dynasties.

Whether he controlled this behemoth, or whether this behemoth pushed him to the front of the stage, everything is really difficult to determine.

"It's better to rely on the sky and the earth, than to dress and eat by yourself! Hey, the poor idle days are over again! This time, I still have to go in person......" Sighing faintly, Xiao Han stepped on the creaking thin snow, turned around and walked into the mansion in the courtier's attentive service.

Behind him, Xiaodong touched Luoxue's head, and his originally puzzled expression gradually surged with joy.

He didn't know what Xiao Han was worried about, but he heard Xiao Han's words that he was going out!

Since Xiao Han is out, won't he necessarily take himself with him?

I'm getting stuffy these days when I'm at home, and now, I can finally go out and let off steam!

Thinking of this, Xiaodong couldn't help but turn from joy to laughter.

The night owl's laughter echoed through the deserted streets, startling the horse, snorting, and pushing the cart backwards a few steps.

Xiao Dong, who was standing in front of the horse, was caught off guard, and was sprayed by the horse with a spit on his face, and a few drops were sprayed directly into his mouth.

Nausea, he covered his stomach and smacked on the ground several times, and when his mouth was dry, he straightened up and said angrily: "Oops! Dead horse! Dare to spray me with foam! ”

How could the horse understand him, so he just stared at him with a pair of big innocent eyes.

"Haha, I heard Master Hou say that he played the piano to the cow before, but today I actually saw someone who theorizes with a horse, rare, rare!"

The porter who sent Xiao Han into the house came back at some point, stood on the steps, and immediately smiled when he saw Xiaodong's appearance of teaching the horse.

Xiaodong was so angry by the horse that he had nowhere to go, and at this time, he was squeezed by the lively porter who was watching the excitement, and he couldn't help but be even more angry, pointing at him and saying angrily: "What are you doing?" Stand there as a stake maker? Why don't you come out and take the horse back to the stable! ”

The porter is also an old man in Xiao Mansion, seeing Xiaodong's angry appearance, he is not in a hurry, but smiles proudly against the door frame: "Oh, it's unfortunate that I'm the only one in the doorman today, and Lao Liu has asked for leave!" I'll have to keep an eye on the door here, and I'll have to do it yourself while I'm leading the horse. ”

After that, the porter didn't care about Xiao Dong's angry face, held his head high, and returned to his small room by himself.

Don't look at this person as just a small porter, but in the old days, the porter, the scholar, and the groom, these three kinds of people were all henchmen of the master's family, or there would not have been the speech of the seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.

Therefore, although Xiaodong is the number one celebrity in front of Xiao Han, he still belongs to the kind that is more red than boiled crabs, but at this time, he really can't instruct others.

There's no way, people don't care, so you have to pull the reins yourself.

Gray led the horse, Xiaodong entered the house through the corner gate on one side.

Of course, after he led the horse into the house, the wide open corner door could not be closed for him.

"Hey, little bunny! Haven't you heard of the rule of closing the door? ”

Not far into the front yard, behind me, the porter's angry scolding came.

Xiao Dong smiled when he heard this, jumped onto the carriage, and flicked his braids again, and the carriage trotted up on the spacious Fuzhong road.

"Haha, it's not your business to lead the horse, it's my business to close the door? I don't care, hahaha......" The sound of crisp laughter came from the carriage, which was exceptionally clear in the night.

People's life in the world always needs a little fluctuation adjustment, or it is always like a pool of stagnant water, calm is calm, but it also loses the joy of life.

When Xiao Han returned home, he told Xue Pan about his plans.

And although Xue Pan was reluctant, he was going to leave home again so soon.

But he also knows that a man can't always revolve around the house, especially a person with Xiao Han's status, it is even more impossible to guard her and her daughter at home all day long.

"This time out, Lang Jun must remember to put his own safety first! A gentleman does not stand under the wall, no matter what it is, it is not as important as himself. ”

In the bedroom, Xiao Han was eating the dinner sent by the kitchen, while listening to Xue Pan nagging in her ear, there was no impatience, only a faint warmth.

"And since you're going to buy things, you have to bring them to the account room, well, Ziyi is very good at these things, let her go with you, maybe she can help you."

"By the way, they must bring it too! If you are not used to using maids, let Xiaodong and the stunned son take care of you. ”

"Well, I'm not a three-year-old, I know how to take care of myself!"

Drinking the last bit of gruel in the bowl, Xiao Han put down the bowl and pulled Xue Pan into his arms with a smile: "This time the truth should be sooner rather than later, if the weather is good tomorrow, we will leave tomorrow, you must take care of yourself and your children at home." ”

Xue Pan sat in Xiao Han's arms, although the two were old husbands and wives, they still couldn't help but have a pretty face.

"Be careful to let the child see ......," Xue Pan lowered his head and whispered.

Xiao Han smiled, didn't wipe his hands just after eating, and stretched in along Xue Pan's clothes: "She has already slept!" If I go out this time, I won't be able to come back for a while, so let's collect some interest for my husband first......"

"Don't, don't ......"

"Guy, you're still from me......"

Picking up Xue Pan horizontally, Xiao Han walked towards the bed with a smile, but soon, a baby's cry resounded through the sky.