As soon as Han Xiao heard it, he knew that this old monk was also related to Ruanruan's father. He couldn't help but sigh and wonder who this Su Guijun was that made so many important people look at him differently.
"Yeah, since Ruanruan has given you the hosting position, just wear it well, okay?"
The young master was relieved and nodded when he heard Han Xiao and Mr. Qinghe say so.
But he no longer treated the Buddhist beads as casually as before, and wiped them solemnly with his sleeves several times.
Mr. Qinghe looked at Han Xiao and asked, "When are you going to Guoan Temple?"
"On the fifth day of the New Year, stay at home with Ruanruan for a few days before leaving."
Mr. Qinghe nodded, then took out a few red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Xiao Yuer and Han Que first: "Here, these are the red envelopes grandpa gave you."
Han Que's eyes lit up, and he immediately took over with his little mouth as sweet as honey: "Thank you, Grandpa. I love you."
Needless to say, I must have learned this sentence from Han Xiao.
Mr. Qinghe laughed at Han Que's words. Xiao Yuer first glanced at Han Mingyuan, and when she saw Han Mingyuan nodded, she took over and said sweetly to Mr. Qinghe: "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Hahaha, you are all good kids. Ruanruan, this is yours."
The young master was still thinking about the Buddhist beads when he saw the red envelope handed to him. He didn't expect that he would actually receive New Year's money.
Isn’t it said that there will be no more lucky money after marriage?
The young master was still confused after receiving the New Year's money, and then Mr. Qinghe handed Han Xiao another red envelope.
Han Xiao looked at Mr. Qinghe in surprise: "Grandpa, I have one too!"
Mr. Qinghe stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Today is the New Year, you young people all have it."
Han Xiao took it with a smile, then pulled the young master to kneel down and kowtow to Mr. Qinghe.
When Han Que and Xiao Yuer saw Han Xiao kneeling down, the two little ones imitated Han Xiao's movements.
After they kowtowed and wished each other a happy new year, Mr. Qinghe helped them up and said, "Okay, I won't go back today. Let's have a good chat as a family."
Han Mingyuan was very happy and immediately ordered the servants to clean up Mr. Qinghe's room.
This was the first time that Mr. Qinghe stayed overnight at the Han family, so Han Mingyuan was very excited.
The young master who received the New Year's money carefully looked at the red envelope several times. Han Xiao shook his head and gave him his share as well.
The young master looked at Han Xiao in confusion, his big eyes full of doubts: Why should I give my husband's New Year's money to him?
Han Xiao leaned close to the young master's ear and whispered, "You like red envelopes so much. I'll give you a few more when we get back. All mine are yours."
The young master's ears turned red from the stimulation of the hot air exhaled by Han Xiao, and he wanted to hide away for a moment.
Noticing his little action, Han Xiao laughed again before leaving.
The young master blushed and touched his ear and said angrily: "Humph, I don't want it!"
"You really don't want it? Then I'll give it to someone else." Han Xiao said as he wanted to take the red envelope from the young master's hand.
"Who else do you want to give it to?" The young master glared and started to get angry.
Mr. Qinghe, who was chatting, looked over when he heard the voice.
The young master's face turned even redder now, and he pinched Han Xiao's leg hard with his little hand.
"Hiss~Ruanruan, you want to murder your husband." Han Xiao said with a grin while rubbing his thighs that had been ravaged by the young master.
The young master said coldly with an expressionless face: "Who told you to talk nonsense?"
After saying that, she turned around arrogantly and ignored Han Xiao.
Seeing that the young master was really angry, Han Xiao moved closer to the young master and wanted to apologize.
As a result, the young master did not give him this opportunity at all. He stood up, changed his seat, and sat next to Mr. Qinghe.
Mr. Qinghe looked at Han Xiao with a meaningful look, and then beckoned the young master over: "Come here, Ruanruan, did Han Xiao bully you again?"
The young master pouted and snorted coldly without saying anything, but just moved a little closer to Mr. Qinghe.
Looking at the situation, I knew that the couple was having a quarrel. I wonder what that brat Han Xiao said to make Ruanruan angry.
Han Mingyuan began to give Han Xiao a long speech, which made the young master dizzy. He looked at Han Mingyuan in astonishment, thinking that it was not that serious.
There is no need to do that. Seeing Han Xiao being scolded by Han Mingyuan so hard that he couldn't even lift his head, the young master became proud again.
He made a face at Han Xiao.
Everyone laughed so hard that Mr. Qinghe couldn't help but touch the young master's hair.
When they stayed up until the early morning, after midnight, Mr. Qinghe couldn't help but look tired.
Since Mr. Qinghe was too old to stay up late, Han Mingyuan personally took him back to his room to rest.
Han Xiao also carried the confused young master back with him.
On the way back, the young master sobered up a little, hugged Han Xiao's neck and whispered in Han Xiao's ear: "My husband, I am so happy. We will spend the New Year together in the future."
Han Xiao gently took the cloak from the young master and said, "Yes, of course."
The next day the young master was going back to his parents' home.
Although the two families lived very close, Han Xiao still got up early in the morning to prepare gifts for the Ruan family.
Han Xiao divided the tea given by the old monk into four portions, one for Mr. Qinghe, one for Mr. Ruan, one for Han Mingyuan, and he kept a little for himself.
Looking at the little tea left, Han Xiao sighed. It seemed that he had to find a chance to exchange some more with the old monk.
There are too few and not enough to share.
He also prepared a return gift for the old monk, including a set of glass tea sets and a crystal lotus that was made overnight, which was very popular in modern times.
The old monk was old, so some medicinal herbs, reading glasses, etc. were prepared for him, most of which were products of Qihuoju.
He will take these to Guoan Temple on the fifth day of the New Year.
Feeling that everything was almost ready, Han Xiao went to wake the young master up.
I slept too late yesterday and haven't woken up yet.
When I returned to the room, I saw the young master sleeping soundly in the quilt.
Han Xiao gently patted the young master's cheek: "Ruanruan, wake up, we have to go back home today."
The young master opened his eyes in a daze, groaned a few times with a crying voice, hugged the big hand that disturbed his sleep into his arms and shrank into the quilt.
Han Xiao looked at the young master helplessly. Every day when he was called to get up, he would cause a commotion.
Han Xiao had no choice but to force the machine to turn on and directly picked up the young master along with the quilt.
Then cover the young master's face with a warm towel.
Frightened by the sudden temperature, the young master looked at Han Xiao in confusion.
Continuing to wipe the young master's face, Han Xiao said, "I have to go home today, Ruanruan, have you forgotten?"
The young master's brain was still restarting, and his reaction was a little slow. After a while, he murmured, "Yes, my husband, I almost forgot, but I'm so sleepy."
Looking at the dark circles under the young master's eyes, Han Xiao felt a little distressed.
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