Huo Shuhan's embroidery building is a three-story building. Standing upstairs, you can see the palace and the gardens of nearby houses. This building was built by Huo Guang on her twelfth birthday. There are few such tall buildings in the capital.

At this time, she stood in the corridor, looking at the pavilions and towers faintly in the rain curtain, feeling inexplicably melancholy. It is Mid-Autumn Festival again! Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and the New Year is approaching.

The footsteps of the stairs sounded, and a beautiful man in his early thirties walked up with a doting expression on his face and said, "It's cold outside, why don't you sit inside?"

The beauty is Huo Guang's successor Huo Xian, who is nearly forty years, but she is well maintained and looks like about thirty people. She was originally the maid of Huo Guang's wife Donglu. After Donglu's death, Huo Guang married her. At that time, Huo Guang had always been with Emperor Wu and was deeply trusted by Emperor Wu. Many nobles and nobles wanted to marry his daughter as his wife, but he quit his family for Huo Xian and married her.

It is not to take it as a concubine, but to marry it as a wife.

Huo Xian was born as a maid, but he did not have a surname, but his husband was named Huo.

"Mother." Huo Shuhan smiled and stepped forward to help him, and the mother and daughter entered the house together.

Huo Xiansheng had four sons, but he only loved his young daughter. She touched Huo Shuhan's hand, which was a little cold. She hurriedly asked Qingluo to take the cloak, put it on her without saying anything, and said, "You are so delicate and expensive, how can you care so unwilling to care about yourself?"

This daughter is her hope. She feels so distressed that she has shed a hair.

The extraordinary care of her mother was really a burden to Huo Shuhan. However, the temperament she developed since childhood would not easily reveal her true emotions. Not only did she not push away the cloak, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

That smile just happened to be restored by the nanny in the palace.

Huo Xian was very satisfied and said, "The time is almost over, your father is coming back soon. Oh, I don't know when..."

I don’t know when Shangguan Ying died young and empty the throne of the queen. Shangguan Ying is the daughter of the eldest daughter of Donglu, and in name is her granddaughter. She is not easy to deal with, otherwise, hum...

Before she finished speaking, Huo Shuhan understood what she meant, looked at her deeply, and said, "Mom is talking nonsense again."

She always said that her fate is precious and she will definitely be rich and noble, which is the fate of being a queen. She can also believe the words of the charlatan? Huo Shuhan was quite helpless with her mother's persistence, and she couldn't say anything.

The mother and daughter were talking about gossip. She was a little absent-minded. She glanced out the window and thought faintly, "I wonder what that boy Cheng Wulang is doing now?"

From here, I can't see Anrenfang. Even if I can see it, houses one by one like tofu blocks, I don't know which one is the Cheng family's house. She suddenly wanted to see Cheng Mo and see his arrogant look.

Huo Xian said for a long time, but when he saw that his daughter did not respond, he couldn't help but emphasize his tone.

Huo Shuhan woke up and responded casually.

It was raining, it was dark early and the light in the house was dim. Cheng Mo pushed Zhao Yufei lightly: "Light the light."

The two women snuggled in his arms, leaning most of their bodies on his arms. After a long time, his arms were sore and numb.

Zhao Yufei asked him to remind him, "Oh" and got busy, arranged lights and arranged supper.

Gu Pan'er also got up and changed her clothes. The skirt was so harsh that it was inconvenient to walk around.

Seeing the two of them having a sleepy look, Cheng Mo smiled. It turned out that they were sleeping in his arms.

Liu Bingyi has been standing in the corridor not far away. When he saw Zhao Yufei coming out, he came over obediently and helped him arrange the program.

The dishes tonight were more hearty than usual, and all the emotions of Chinese people were expressed through "eating". During the holidays, how can you not have a good meal?

Liu Bingyi looked at the braised carp weighing two pounds on the table and placed it next to the seat where he usually sat. Obviously, Zhao Yufei noticed that he liked to eat this dish, so he specially asked the chef to cook it. He put it in front of him, and his eyes were moist.

Sure enough, when he was turning on the chopsticks, Zhao Yufei pinched the fish belly and said, "This fish is very fat, eat it quickly."

It is rare to have a carp weighing two pounds. It is now slaughtered and braised, and it must be delicious.

"Sister Yufei!" Liu Bingyi's throat was choked. Only when his mother was alive would she hold the vegetables on his bowl.

Zhao Yufei looked at him with a smile and said, "Eat while it's hot."

Cheng Mo picked up a chopstick of lamb steak for him and said, "Don't just eat fish, you are growing up now, eat more meat."

"Brother, I'm not young anymore." At the age of sixteen, I've been an adult for a long time.

There is no saying that ordinary people have won the crown. Most of them go to work at the age of twelve or thirteen, get married and have children. He is sixteen years old.

Zhao Yufei guessed that Cheng Mo didn't notice that Liu Bingyi liked to eat braised carp, and said with a smile. Now, even Gu Pan'er picked up this dish in his bowl.

"Sister Yufei, Sister Pan'er..." Liu Bingyi's throat was blocked.

Cheng Mo looked at him with a smile and said, "Eat, today is the festival, eat more happily."

The consequence of letting go of his stomach and eating is that he eats too much. This is completely unimaginable for Liu Bingyi's life for sixteen years. Seeing him holding his stomach and humming, Cheng Mo smiled so hard that he made strong tea and let him drink it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Gu Paner said softly: "I wonder how the poetry meeting in Songzhu Pavilion will be held?"

The poetry gatherings in this era are far from the same scale as those in the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are no poetry competings. However, literati and poets and playboys would still go to Qinglou for fun this night.

She met Cheng Mo in Songzhu Pavilion and had good results, so she did not feel disgusted with Songzhu Pavilion.

Cheng Mo glanced at her and said, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

Or she is not used to such a deserted holiday.

Gu Paner shook his head gently, leaned his head on Zhao Yufei's shoulder, and said, "No."

It's great to celebrate the festival with your beloved.

After listening to the sound of rain for a while, Cheng Mo suggested guessing riddles. He gave the question, and he guessed a piece of mooncake. If he didn't guess, he put a piece of white brocade on his nose.

Both women agreed with a smile. Liu Bingye was not easy to refuse. He sat there very nervously, for fear that he would not be able to guess.

Cheng Mo patted his tight shoulder and smiled and said, "Just just have fun, don't be serious."

He was too restrictive and serious in everything he did. However, this also had benefits. At least Mr. Ren praised him as having little in the sky and nowhere in the world, and was a good seedling of studying.

Liu Bingyi nodded, his shoulders collapsed a little, but he was still very nervous, his eyes wide open, and he saw Cheng Mo's question.

Cheng Mo looked at the rain outside the window for a while, thought of a few riddles, and said, "What kind of tiger can only climb mountains? Guess the name of an animal."

This is very simple. He has no riddles in his hand, but he just casually comes out as he thinks of it in his memory.

Liu Bingye quickly guessed it. Seeing Zhao Yufei frowned and thought hard, then hesitated to see Gu Paner holding his chin and thinking, hesitating whether to say it or let them say it?

Cheng Mo had already grabbed the mooncakes on the table and threw them over: "Speak quickly."

He didn't believe in such a simple and intuitive mystery, and Liu Bing could no longer guess it.

The two women lost this question. They pasted Bai Jin on each other's nose, which made Cheng Mo laugh. Liu Bingyi smiled, but when he saw that the two women were not happy, he felt relieved.
Chapter completed!