After the cement was made, Han Xiao had to go home. Mr. Qinghe had returned half a month ago, but Han Xiao was in a critical moment at that time, so he did not go to see Mr. Qinghe.
In the past month, even the young master had only come here once, and after staying for only a short while, Han Xiao asked the young master to go back. It was too dusty here and it was really not suitable for the young master.
Han Mingyuan told Mr. Qinghe what Han Xiao was going to do, so Mr. Qinghe didn't care and asked someone to bring a message to Han Xiao, asking him to find him after he was done.
This time, Han Xiao washed himself and changed into clean new clothes. He didn't even go home and prepared to go find Mr. Qinghe first.
During this period, Han Xiao ate and slept with the workers, and was covered in dust all day long. Han Xiao could not remember the last time he felt clean.
After putting on new clothes and looking at myself in the mirror, I really feel a little uncomfortable.
Xing Yi had already brought the horse over when they went out, and Han Xiao mounted it: "I'll leave this place to you."
Xing Yi nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, sir."
Han Xiao nodded and rode his horse towards the city.
Before Han Xiao reached the door of his house, he met Han Mingyuan and others who were riding in a carriage.
"father."
Han Xiao rode a horse and walked with the carriage.
Han Mingyuan opened the curtains: "Well, why are you back so early? I was planning to ask Yunsheng to pick you up."
"Things are almost done, so I came back early. By the way, Dad, I didn't go when Grandpa came back last time. I hope he's not angry."
Han Mingyuan said with a smile: "Your grandfather is not so stingy. He knew you were busy and specifically told outsiders not to disturb you."
"That's good." Han Xiao nodded.
Mr. Qinghe is his elder, and he hasn't seen him for so long, so he misses him a little.
"By the way, Dad, where is Ruanruan?" Han Xiao asked puzzledly.
If the young master was in the carriage, he would have come out long ago after hearing his voice.
Han Mingyuan gave Han Xiao a meaningful look before saying, "Ruanruan is at the teacher's house right now. You'll be gone for a month. If Ruanruan hadn't been sensible, she would have kicked you out long ago."
Han Xiao felt a little dissatisfied after hearing this. He and the young master loved each other, so how could they break up over such a small matter?
"I have something important to do. You know that, Dad."
Han Mingyuan just said casually that no one can separate the feelings between this young couple.
"Is it done?"
Han Xiao's expression turned serious. "Well, it's almost there. I've tested it and it works very well."
"That's good." Han Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He only knew a little about what Han Xiao had done. He wouldn't ask unless Han Xiao told him. However, the only thing he was sure of was that what Han Xiao was going to do this time would definitely be a major event that would benefit the country and the people.
The two chatted and soon arrived at Mr. Qinghe's home.
Mr. Qinghe's mansion is in the eastern district of the capital, and it was given to Mr. Qinghe by the current emperor.
The area is very large. This is Han Xiao's first time to see the residence of a court official.
Unlike the five-courtyard house they bought in the South District, Mr. Qinghe’s mansion is even more magnificent, so magnificent that it can only be described as magnificent.
The Prince Gong Mansion in modern Beijing is already big enough, but Mr. Qinghe’s residence is even bigger than Prince Gong’s Mansion.
Han Xiao rode over on his horse. Almost half of the street was occupied by Mr. Qinghe's residence, which made Han Xiao secretly astonished.
"Dad, are these all from grandpa?"
Han Mingyuan said calmly: "Yes, the teacher likes quietness, so the emperor gave this house to the teacher."
Han Xiao touched his chin and said with emotion: "It seems that this old emperor treats Grandpa very well."
Hearing Han Xiaotian's naive words, Han Mingyuan laughed out loud: "What do you know, you little brat? The teacher is the emperor's teacher and a great scholar of the time. What does this mere house mean to him?"
"Imperial Master? So, Dad, you and the Emperor are fellow apprentices?"
Han Mingyuan's expression paused, and it was obvious that he had just thought of this question.
Although Mr. Qinghe was the emperor's teacher, to put it bluntly, he was just a temporary one. At the beginning, the emperor wanted to recognize Mr. Qinghe as his teacher, but Mr. Qinghe did not agree. It was Su Guijun who got him this position through a favor.
That's why Mr. Qinghe was so distracted when he saw the young master.
"You can say this in front of me, but don't say it in front of the teacher, okay?"
"I understand, Dad. I won't say anything nonsense."
Han Xiao thought that it seemed that Mr. Qinghe was reluctant to accept this student.
While they were talking, the carriage arrived at the gate of Mr. Qinghe's residence. Outside the gate stood two majestic white jade lions.
Han Xiao had just taken a look when the guard at the gate came forward to lead the horse: "Master Han!"
Han Mingyuan got out of the carriage: “Well, is the teacher busy?”
"The master has instructed that you can just come in directly. He is waiting for you in the study."
"Okay, thank you very much, brother."
Seeing Han Mingyuan so approachable, the guard relaxed: "I dare not, these are what we should do, sir, please go in quickly."
The Mr. Han he was talking about was Han Mingyuan. Han Xiao looked straight at him and regarded himself as Han Mingyuan's little follower.
Han Xiao handed the horse to the eldest guard and followed Han Mingyuan into the gate.
Han Mingyuan had been here many times and was very familiar with the route to Mr. Qinghe's house, so he didn't need to be led.
Moreover, the maids and servants they met on the road would salute Han Mingyuan.
This made Han Xiao very surprised. His father had come here so many times. It was basically no different from being at home.
Han Mingyuan didn't know what Han Xiao was thinking. He took Han Xiao around and finally arrived in front of a brothel.
This flower building is not the kind of flower building in a brothel, but it is called a flower building because its name is just as it seems. The whole building is covered with flowers, and you can tell at a glance that someone takes good care of it every day. It is almost November, and the flowers are still blooming so beautifully. I don’t know what kind of flowers they are.
"Hua Lou? What an interesting name." The calligraphy on the plaque is beautiful and elegant, and it should have been written by a woman.
Han Mingyuan looked up and said, "This is the calligraphy your grandmother gave you."
Grandma? Han Xiao's mind was a little confused, and then he thought that the grandma Han Mingyuan mentioned should be Mr. Qinghe's wife.
But I haven’t heard that Mr. Qinghe has a wife?
"What about my grandmother?"
"She passed away. The teacher and his wife had a bond stronger than gold. Since his wife passed away, the teacher has lived in this flower house. This flower house is his wife's favorite place."
Han Xiao nodded. It seemed that Mr. Qinghe was also a man with a story.
When the little maid who came to play saw Han Mingyuan coming, she wanted to go in and tell him.
Han Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stop her: "No need to inform, I will go in by myself."
The little maidservant was also sensible and said softly, "Yes, sir."
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