Akiba knelt on the ground, "Slave Akiba, please say hello to the eldest lady."

Han Youning helped her up and looked at her with a smile.

The autumn leaves grow delicately, perhaps due to martial arts training, and the eyes are calm.

Akiba is actually a silent character, but then her eyes are out of sight, and she can only listen to sounds. Akiba becomes a chatterbox, chattering non-stop every day.

Han Youning took her slightly rough hand and walked to the side, pointing to the clothes on the table on the couch, "Autumn leaves, we are picking out clothes, you can also take a look, it just so happens that you can also make a few."

For Han Youning's enthusiasm, Qiu Ye was a little surprised.

She stood aside and watched Han Youning take a piece of clothing and compare it on her.

Ling'er rarely had more companions, and she also joined in the fun, and there were more people, and the room was suddenly much more lively than before.

Han Jun, who was ignored by his daughter, quietly left.

The master and servant each chose their own clothes, prepared tea and snacks, and talked around the charcoal basin.

Most of them are Han Youning and Ling'er asking, and Autumn Leaves are answering.

Autumn leaves have a very strange feeling, obviously she has never been in contact with the eldest lady, why does the eldest lady treat her like a master and servant for many years.

The clothes that Miss picked for her were all her favorites, the snacks that Miss handed her were her favorite food, and the tea that Miss made was also her favorite.

Qiu Ye looked at Han Youning's smile, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Miss, Grandpa Guo has not been doing well recently."

Han Youning smiled, "Tell me."

Akiba said, "Grandpa Guo has been going back to the courtyard lately, and he has been drinking since he returned, often until the middle of the night. I can sleep for an hour or two a day."

Han Youning knew that his father had been emotionally unstable recently.

Remorse, hope, disappointment, and all kinds of emotions tormented him.

He didn't go to the morning court every day, and all his thoughts were on finding his mother's whereabouts.

The tenants on the Zhuangzi and the nearby villagers, he personally visited and inquired one by one. The guards who followed him back then, he repeatedly questioned and even tortured him, but he had no clue.

It's too hard.

She went to the outer court.

His father was not in the study, and the guard said that he was practicing martial arts.

Han Youning went to the martial arts training ground again.

Han Jun was dressed in black and was fighting against seven or eight guards.

The guards were beaten and their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but Han Jun was unrelenting and kept yelling, "Get up, fight again!"

Han Youning shouted, "Father!"

Only then did Han Jun stop and walked towards Han Youning.

The guards collapsed on the ground and lay still.

Han Jun took the cloth towel from Han Qing's hand to wipe his sweat, walked to Han Youning's side, and asked, "What's the matter?" Got the clothes?"

Han Youning pulled him out and entered the outer study to speak, "Father, you can't be in a hurry about your mother's affairs, this is not something that can be done overnight."

She knew more than her father, so she had less hope that her mother would live.

In his previous life, until the death of his father and eldest brother, his mother did not show up. The Chen family was wiped out, she got married, she was blind, and even when she died, her mother did not show up.

If the mother is still alive, how can she be indifferent.

Han Jun's expression faded, "I know it in my heart."

"If you can't find it for a year, two years, or even ten or twenty years, if your father has been tormenting you like this, are you sure that you will live well until the day you find your mother? If my father falls, or if he loses his ambition and fighting spirit, may the eldest brother be able to support the Dingguo Mansion and keep the Southwest Army?"

Han Youning looked at Han Jun steadily, "Father should know the emperor's jealousy of the border generals. The Dingguo Mansion has existed for too long, the power is too heavy, and the threat to the royal family is too great. As long as there is a suitable opportunity, he will definitely make a move against the Dingguo Mansion. Whether it is framed or fallen, maybe I don't know when, the Dingguo Mansion will no longer exist. Shouldn't my father be prepared for a rainy day?"

She had always wanted to find a suitable time to talk to her father about it, so she might as well say it now.

It's time to wake him up.

Han Jun's expression became solemn, and the anxiety in his eyes faded, and he became a little clearer.

The daughter saw the situation too thoroughly.

The military merits of the Dingguo Mansion are too heavy, and most of them do not end well.

The monarch and the minister turned against each other, which was the last thing he wanted to see. It was also what my father was most worried about before he died.

Han Jun sighed heavily and patted his daughter's hand, "Father knows. Don't worry, the Dingguo Mansion will be fine, and your mother will be able to find it."

Han Youning said, "Then father sleep well."

"Okay."

"Don't drink too much."

"Okay."

Han Youning regained a smile on his face, and took the glutinous rice osmanthus cake out of the box, "Father eats snacks."

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A good night's sleep.

After Han Youning woke up, he first lay on the window and looked out, the snow was still falling, but it was not that big, and there was only a thin layer on the ground.

On a snowy day, you should cook wine and talk about it!

After breakfast and coping with the errands in the house, she went to the small kitchen to make glutinous rice osmanthus cake.

Ling'er smiled and said, "Miss, you walk with the wind!"

"Don't laugh, help me take out the head of the dress I chose last night, it's too late!"

Han Youning took advantage of the steaming glutinous rice osmanthus cake and hurriedly went back to the room to change clothes.

"It's all set." Ling'er trotted behind, smiling and comforting, "Miss don't worry, Prince Jin will wait for you."

"I just don't want him to wait."

Han Youning entered the room, and Ling'er and Qiuye served her to refresh, put on a new dress, and groomed properly.

The glutinous rice osmanthus cake in the pot is also good.

The three of them went out.

They were followed by the clerk and Duan Yi, as well as a few guards.

It snowed for three days in a row, and although the snow on the road was cleared, it was also slippery and difficult to walk, and the carriage walked very slowly.

I have arrived at Changfeng Street, and I am about to arrive at Qingchun Tower, but the carriage has stopped moving.

The clerk who was driving said through the curtain, "Miss, there is a fat beauty in front, and there are too many carriages, blocking the road."

As he spoke, he had already taken off the palace lamp hanging in front of him. The palace lamp has the mark of the Dingguo Mansion, and if it is recognized, I am afraid that it will not be able to leave.

Han Youning lifted the curtain, and there was a two-story shop with an extremely exquisite façade in front of him, with the book "Fat Beauty" on it.

The word "human" is really a concave and convex beauty, an abstract way of painting.

Several carriages were parked on the road ahead, and several good-looking ladies got out of the carriages, all of them with red faces, and at first glance, they saw that they had eaten a lot of oil and water recently.

After all, they all went to the prince of Jin, and they were competitors to each other, and several people glanced at each other, and no one cared about anyone, and they entered the fat beauty one after another.

The business of this shop is really hot.

Han Youning frowned, could it be that Zhao Chengyuan really likes to be fat?

She looked at her waist, where she should be fat, where she shouldn't be fat, where she shouldn't, it's fleshy.

Recently, I have grown taller, and I have been a vegetarian, so I am thinner than before, but I am still a lot fatter than ordinary girls.

She roughly estimated that there was always a weight of twenty pounds heavier than Han Qingwan's small thin body.

But Zhao Chengyuan has always said that she is not fat.

Presumably, he really doesn't feel fat, does he?

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