"Okay, okay, I got it." Han Xiao made a gesture to shut up. He was just used to calling the old monk that.
Guoan Temple? The young master was originally playing with Xiao Yu'er with building blocks. When he heard the name Guoan Temple, he couldn't help but think of what Han Xiao said to him.
Han Xiao was planning to leave for a while after visiting Guoan Temple today. Did her husband encounter any problems in Guoan Temple?
But before he could ask Han Xiao, Han Xiao went out to greet Mr. Qinghe.
The young master put down the building blocks in his hand, let Chuyi help him up, walked to Han Mingyuan's side and said softly: "Dad, did my husband encounter any problems in Guoan Temple?"
Hearing the young master's tone, Han Mingyuan knew that Han Xiao had already told him that he would be away for a while.
Han Mingyuan sighed and coaxed the young master softly: "Don't worry, Ruanruan, Han Xiao just needs to stay in Guoan Temple for a while, and he is with the Grand Master. This is a good thing."
The young master bit his lip and nodded, but he still felt a little lost.
Han Mingyuan was not Han Xiao, and he didn't know how to coax the young master. He could only say dryly: "Don't worry, it won't be long. Han Xiao will be back soon."
"Yeah, I know, Dad." The young master forced himself to cheer up and clenched his little fists to encourage himself.
It’s not like my husband has left me before, so why am I sad? If things really don’t work out, I can go and play with Sister Xinyan.
Han Mingyuan saw that the young master was thinking about something, so he didn't disturb him. He continued to drink tea and read his storybook. Well, Journey to the West is really good.
After a while, Han's mother came in. She had been busy all day and had not been working at all. Whenever Han Mingyuan wanted to help, she pushed him out.
Han's mother is no longer the ignorant and timid village woman she used to be.
She has now learned a lot of words from Han Mingyuan, can read books by herself, and with the guidance of Mrs. Ruan, she knows how to manage her own home. Now, managing the household is easy for Han's mother.
Seeing that Han's mother had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead in such cold weather, Han Mingyuan pulled her mother to sit down distressedly: "Chun Niang, take a rest."
Mother Han nodded, picked up the cup of tea that Han Mingyuan had just drunk, and drank it all: "Don't worry, we are almost done, just waiting for the teacher to come. Husband, go and see if there is anything I missed."
Han Mingyuan wiped the sweat off Han's mother's forehead with his sleeve and said softly, "I trust you to do the work, and these things can be done by the servants. Why do you insist on watching it yourself?"
Knowing that Han Mingyuan was concerned about her, Han's mother felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. She held Han Mingyuan's hand and said gently, "Ah, this is nothing. You are the one who is really working hard at studying. Besides, it's New Year's Day, so of course you have to do it yourself."
Looking at his parents-in-law, the young master felt inexplicably full, even though he hadn't eaten.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young master looking at them. Mother Han blushed and quickly pushed Han Mingyuan away and whispered, "Okay, okay, the children are watching."
Han Mingyuan looked back and saw that indeed, three little heads were looking at them curiously.
Especially Han Que, he threw all the building blocks aside. Han Mingyuan was not as shameless as Han Xiao.
He coughed lightly and pushed Han Que's head aside: "Look, your red envelopes for this year are gone."
Hearing that their red envelopes were going to be deducted, the three little heads immediately covered their eyes. Han Que said loudly: "Dad and Mom, you continue. We closed our eyes. We didn't see anything."
The young master and Xiao Yu'er nodded seriously, and Han Mingyuan was almost laughing because of Han Que's anger.
He grabbed Han Que and slapped him on the butt.
To Han Que, Han Mingyuan's slap didn't hurt at all, and he could even continue to be naughty.
Han Mingyuan was so angry that he wanted to beat him up while making fruit wine.
When Han Xiao and Mr. Qinghe came in, they saw such a chaotic scene.
Mr. Qinghe smiled and hugged Han Que who rushed to his side: "Mingyuan, you can't hit children during the New Year."
When Han Mingyuan saw Mr. Qinghe coming, he quickly bowed and saluted: "Teacher!"
"Okay, okay, there's no need to be so formal during the New Year. Let's relax a little. Mingyuan, you should learn this from Han Xiao."
Han Mingyuan looked at Han Xiao in confusion, wondering what Han Xiao had done again.
Han Xiao looked up at the sky, pretending not to notice Han Mingyuan's gaze.
When everyone was present, Han's mother took them to the main hall to sit down. The Han family's New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous.
There was something for everyone, and since it was New Year, Han Xiao also had a couple of drinks with Mr. Qinghe.
The New Year’s Eve dinner was almost over, and Han’s mother asked the maids to bring some fruit to relieve the greasiness.
Mr. Qinghe asked, "I heard you went to Guoan Temple today?"
Han Mingyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that Mr. Qinghe would even notice such a small matter.
"Well, isn't today New Year's Day? Let's go to Guoan Temple to pray."
After saying that, he glanced at Han Xiao, who was peeling oranges for the young master.
After peeling it cleanly, Han Que was eager to reach out and grab it.
Finally, he was slapped by Han Xiao and behaved himself.
"Well, Han Xiao just told me that the host of Guoan Temple is pretty good. It would be good for you to follow him for a while."
Although Mr. Qinghe didn't know why the old man wanted Han Xiao to follow him, the old man did have some real talent, and Han Xiao would not suffer any loss anyway.
As long as you don't trick Han Xiao into becoming a monk, it'll be fine.
Then Mr. Qinghe noticed the Buddhist beads on the young master's hand and said in surprise, "I didn't expect that old man to give all this to you. Han Xiao, I'm very curious about what you said to this old man."
Han Xiao saw that the topic had turned to himself, so he slowly put the orange away for the young master, then wiped his hands with a handkerchief: "It's nothing, I said Ruanruan was pregnant, so he gave this to me. Grandpa, what's the origin of this string of Buddhist beads?"
Mr. Qinghe laughed heartily. "This is quite a story! This string of Buddhist beads is one of the three most precious treasures of Guoan Temple. That old man carries it with him every day. The emperor wanted it but he refused to give it to him. Who would have thought that one day it would fall into Ruanruan's hands."
Mr. Qinghe touched the young master's head and thought to himself that his child was indeed lucky.
The young master knew that the necklace in his hand was so precious, and he wanted to take it off immediately.
"Is this... so precious? Then I don't want it. Husband, you can still host it."
Mr. Qinghe patted the young master's shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Since the old man gave it to you, it means that you have a connection with this string of Buddhist beads. Moreover, this string of Buddhist beads should have been yours. It was the old man who was a step late..."
Having said this, Mr. Qinghe suddenly paused and did not continue.
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