"Okay, I'll wear it, don't worry, my husband."
Although the young master didn't know why Han Xiao attached so much importance to an ordinary string of Buddhist beads, he would listen carefully to whatever Han Xiao said.
Han Xiao sat up, put on his own clothes first, and then helped the young master put on his clothes.
The clothes he had just put on were no longer presentable. They were torn apart by Han Xiao's violence, and his shirt was wrinkled into a ball, which was simply unbearable to look at.
He took out a new red dress from the closet and put it on the young master. While dressing the young master, Han Xiao said hesitantly, "Ruanruan, I may have to leave for a while in two days..."
Before Han Xiao finished speaking, the young master's eyes turned red.
"Where are you going?" The young master began to hug Han Xiao's neck and refused to let go.
Han Xiao sighed, hugged the young master tightly, and rubbed his cheek: "Don't worry, I'm not going far away. I just have something to take care of. I will be back soon. Ruanruan, stay at home and wait for me to come back, okay?"
In fact, Han Xiao didn't want to tell the young master at this time. If he delayed it any longer, the young master would probably feel even worse if he wasn't mentally prepared.
Han Xiao didn't know how long he would need to stay in Guoan Temple. He just hoped that the old monk could solve his problem as soon as possible.
After holding him for a while, the young master digested his emotions and stopped crying, but there was still a hint of redness in his eyes.
Han Xiao felt uncomfortable seeing the young master unhappy, so he put on the young master's shoes first. Now the young master couldn't bend down because of his belly, so Han Xiao had been doing it for him.
They were both silent. When they were about to leave, the young master took Han Xiao's hand and placed it on his face. He said with a firm look in his eyes, "Husband, I don't know what you are going to do, but...but you have to come back early, okay!"
"Yes, of course I will. I want to see our child being born in person. It's not a big deal. I might be back in four or five days." Han Xiao said jokingly.
The young master was amused by Han Xiao's tone and laughed with his hands covering his mouth: "Yes, I will. If you don't come back, I will let Chuyi take me to find you. Anyway, you can't escape!"
The young master threatened Han Xiao fiercely, using what he thought was a vicious look in his eyes: "And my husband, you must not be fooled by any wild flowers and weeds outside, understand? Otherwise... otherwise I will not want you anymore."
Han Xiao thought to himself where the wild flowers and weeds came from when he went to the Buddhist temple, and wondered if the young master had read too many novels recently.
"Okay, I only like Ruanruan. I won't even look at the others, okay?"
The young master was finally satisfied. He took Han Xiao's hand and quickened his pace towards the main hall: "Hurry, husband, it's getting late. Don't let our parents wait for us!"
Han Xiao hugged the anxious young master and lifted him up like a princess: "It will be faster this way."
The young master was already used to being held here and there by Han Xiao, so he simply nestled in Han Xiao's arms and gave him orders.
The servants passing by saw their young master and mistress, smiled knowingly, and continued to work.
There is no master family more generous than the Han family. Without any messy fights, life would be much better for them, the servants.
During the Chinese New Year, the master even gave the servants an extra month's wages, so they worked even harder.
The main hall was already bustling with activity. Because it was the first day of the new year and they had to have the New Year's Eve dinner, Han's mother was staring at the kitchen all day.
He also invited Mr. Qinghe to come over. Mr. Qinghe had no children, and it would be too lonely for him to celebrate the New Year alone, so Han Xiao invited Mr. Qinghe to come over as well.
Looking at the main hall decorated with lights and colorful decorations, it is full of the festive atmosphere of the New Year. It is much more festive than the modern New Year, except that there are no fireworks and firecrackers.
This is a bit of a pity. Why don’t you make some yourself and give it to the young master to play with?
Han Xiao quickly dismissed the idea and decided to forget it. This kind of thing was too dangerous. Han Xiao would not use it unless he was in a desperate situation.
Mother Han was directing the maids to put away the fruit plates. When she saw Han Xiao coming over with the young master in his arms, she pushed them both out without letting them in. "Go, go, go next door. This place isn't set up yet. Go find your father."
Han Xiao, who was confused about the situation, could only carry the young master to the side hall next door. The young master felt a little embarrassed when he saw so many people around, so he patted Han Xiao's arm and asked him to put him down.
Then the two of them held hands and went to the side hall. When they arrived at the side hall, Han Mingyuan was drinking tea boredly. Chuyi took Han Que and Han Yuer to sit on the carpet and play with building blocks.
Both little ones changed into festive clothes and looked as white and plump as the dolls in the New Year pictures.
Especially Han Yuer, who was originally a little boy with a more delicate face than Han Que. His mother also put a red mole between his eyebrows, which made him look even more adorable.
The young master was itching to touch Han Yuer, and couldn't help but hold her face and kiss her for a long time before letting go.
Han Yuer was very well behaved. She quietly tilted her little face up and let the young master ravage her.
Han Xiao greeted Han Mingyuan, then sat next to him and saw a book next to Han Mingyuan.
Han Xiao felt that it looked familiar. He took it and took a look at the cover. It was indeed Journey to the West.
I didn't expect that Han Mingyuan also reads storybooks.
"Dad didn't expect you to watch this."
Han Mingyuan didn't feel embarrassed when Han Xiao discovered his little secret. He calmly drank his tea and said, "Can't you relax in your father's den for a while?"
He had only read a little bit of Journey to the West at first, and later stopped reading it because he had to take the imperial examination. Now that he finally had some free time, what's wrong with him reading the storybook?
Han Xiao shrugged and put the Journey to the West aside. "It's nothing, Dad, you can continue reading. But you can't fall behind in your studies. I want to be the son of the top scholar."
Han Mingyuan paused while drinking his tea. He always felt that there was something wrong with what Han Xiao said, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.
He simply kicked Han Xiao and said, "Go and see if your grandfather is here. He's old and the lights outside are dark and the roads are slippery. Don't let anything go wrong."
Thinking that Xing Yi has been gone for such a long time and has not returned yet, something is indeed wrong.
Han Xiao stood up and said, "Then I'll go take a look outside. By the way, Dad, when we were at Guoan Temple today, the old monk gave me a packet of tea. It's pretty good. Please ask someone to get it from my yard later and give some to Grandpa."
Han Mingyuan nodded. Although he didn't know how good the tea Han Xiao was talking about was, anything produced by Guoan Temple must be good.
"What old monk? He is the abbot of Guoan Temple. Be careful with your words." Han Mingyuan said with a frown.
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