When Han Xiao heard the little maid also call Han Mingyuan "Young Master", he thought to himself, "My father is Young Master, so what am I?"
The little maid saw Han Xiao behind Han Mingyuan again and smiled sweetly at Han Xiao: "Young Master!"
What a nice little prince.
Han Xiao was speechless for a moment. How could he be "small" when he was so tall and strong?
Han Mingyuan pushed open the door with Han Xiao, and before they entered, they heard the young master's soft and sticky voice.
"Wait a minute, I don't want to go down here, I want to go to another place!"
"Hahaha, okay, where do you want to change?"
Mr. Qinghe said in a loud voice with a smile.
When Han Xiao entered, he saw two people playing chess. The young master was so worried that his brows were furrowed.
A black dot was pinched between her slender white fingers, and she hesitated, not knowing where to put it.
Hearing someone coming in, the young master's eyes lit up, and he deliberately threw the black piece onto the chessboard, then pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, I was so excited to see my husband, what should I do if the chess piece falls? Otherwise, let's forget about this one, grandpa."
Everyone present was a smart person, so they pretended not to notice the young master's poor acting skills.
Mr. Qinghe put the chess pieces into the chess box, then patted the young master on the forehead and said, "You little stinky chess idiot, you're cheating when you can't beat me."
The young master chuckled and hid behind Han Xiao. He grabbed Han Xiao's clothes around his waist and stuck out his tongue: "Grandpa is too powerful. I can't defeat him at all."
Han Xiao knew about the young master's chess skills, which were truly terrible. Mr. Qinghe really loved the young master for being able to play with him until now.
"Okay, Han Xiao, thank you for coming here. I heard from your father that you are doing something very important recently, right?"
Han Xiao stood up straight and answered seriously: "Yes, Grandpa, I will take you to see it when the time comes."
Mr. Qinghe nodded. He was very curious about what Han Xiao made. After all, Han Xiao would always send him something good.
Things like reading glasses and telescopes would make his old friends envious.
These are hard to get now, so Han Xiao would send him a set every now and then.
There are even several sets of crystal cups, tea sets and the like.
The emperor was jealous when he saw it, and even found an excuse to take away a set of glass tea sets in Chu Jinglin's palace.
The emperor was too embarrassed to ask Mr. Qinghe for it, but he was not so polite to his son.
"Well then, let me see what you are up to, kid, and why you are so secretive."
Chu Jinglin's actions were quite significant. What could have caused him to mobilize so many people to protect Han Xiao must not be a simple matter.
"It's nothing, just some kind of soil." Han Xiao said casually.
Mr. Qinghe didn't ask any more questions and just asked Han Xiao to sit down and rest.
The young master hadn't seen Han Xiao for more than ten days. This time, when he finally saw him, he sat closely with Han Xiao.
If there were no elders here, the young master would probably sit on Han Xiao's lap.
Han Xiao smiled gently at the young master and quietly held his soft little hand.
Mr. Qinghe saw the two people's little actions and just smiled at Han Mingyuan.
"Okay, how long have you two been married? You're still so clingy."
The young master was thin-skinned, his face flushed and his lips moved a few times but he didn't say anything.
He just held Han Xiao's hand tightly and never let go.
"Grandpa, you don't know, Ruanruan and I haven't seen each other for a few days. This is what they call a short separation is better than a new marriage." Han Xiao said seriously.
"Okay, just shut up." Han Mingyuan held his forehead and looked speechless.
Mr. Qinghe held a cup of tea and looked at the three of them with a smile.
After playing around for a while, Han Xiao composed himself, took out the gifts for Mr. Qinghe and said, "Grandpa, take a look at these and see if you like them. If you do, I'll have some more sent over."
All the things Han Xiao sent were good things. Mr. Qinghe was a little curious. Since there were no outsiders here, he asked someone to open them directly.
Wrapped inside were some medicinal herbs, which were collected by Dabai and the young master. No one had used them before. Mr. Qinghe was old, so these herbs were just right for him to replenish his body.
Mr. Qinghe is of noble status, and he has all kinds of medicinal herbs in his warehouse, but those of this age are really rare.
Mr. Qinghe sat up straight, put on his reading glasses, picked up a Polygonum multiflorum, looked at it carefully, and said, "This wild Polygonum multiflorum is very rare. It is even more precious when it comes out once in a century. Where did you get it, Han Xiao?"
It was just put in a random box, and at first Mr. Qinghe thought it contained some small gadgets.
Han Xiao glanced at the young master tenderly before shaking his head and saying, "I'm just offering this as a token of my appreciation. These were found by Ruanruan."
"Oh? Ruanruan?" If it was Han Xiao who got it, Mr. Qinghe would not be surprised at all, but if it was Ruanruan who got it, that would be strange.
The young master scratched his head and looked at Han Xiao, not knowing how to explain.
It was Han Mingyuan who told the story of how the two of them were assassinated and ended up stranded in the deep mountains and forests.
By the time Han Mingyuan finished speaking, Mr. Qinghe's face had turned cold. He put the Polygonum multiflorum in a box and asked someone to put it away.
"It seems that you already know who did it?" Mr. Qinghe rubbed the jade pendant on his waist.
Han Xiao stood up, bent down and said, "Grandpa, don't be angry. Look, Ruanruan and I are fine, right? And Xiaobai is at my house now. I'll bring him over for you to play with when the time comes."
"You little bastard, is this what I'm asking?" Although Mr. Qinghe was very curious about the white tiger cub, now was not the time.
"Just tell me honestly who did it. Even if you don't tell me, I can guess it."
Han Xiao felt a little uncomfortable under Mr. Qinghe's sharp gaze. He coughed lightly before saying, "Grandpa, don't worry. I know who did it, and I've already retaliated. We've already arrived in the capital, and Ruanruan's brother also knows about it. He will send people to protect Ruanruan."
"He protects you? He can hardly protect himself, and you still rely on him. If Jinglin is reliable, you wouldn't have encountered these things." In short, Mr. Qinghe was still a little dissatisfied with Chu Jinglin.
All these dissatisfactions come from the current emperor.
When the young master heard Mr. Qinghe say that Chu Jinglin would be in danger, he immediately became worried: "Grandpa, do you think my brother will be in danger?"
Mr. Qinghe's face froze. How could he forget about Ruanruan? Ruanruan was timid and pregnant. What if she was really scared to death?
He softened his expression as much as possible and said, "It's okay. Jinglin is in the palace. It's dangerous for him to hold that position. But don't worry, Ruanruan. Grandpa will keep an eye on her, okay?"
The young master listened to Mr. Qinghe's words and felt that Mr. Qinghe was just treating him like a child.
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