The midsummer is hot, even the back garden of the Minister of Rites' Mansion is hard to bear. If it weren't for the pavilion that had an iron bucket filled with ice, it would be cooler in the pavilion, and the mansion wouldn't have allowed Han Mo to hold Han Ding to make fun in the pavilion.

This is a very spacious pavilion. There are four iron buckets filled with ice cubes around the pavilion. There is a mat in the center of the pavilion. Han Ding, who was less than two months old, was lying happily on the mat, grabbing his hands, as if he wanted to catch a big leaf that Han Qin teased him.

Han Mo and Hongxiu sat on the stone table next to them, tasting the iced hibiscus porridge made by Aunt Bi personally. In this hot summer, such delicious food was filled with the stomach, frost and bone-like, and it felt comfortable from the beginning to the toe.

Aunt Bi sat aside and was sewing clothes for Han Ding. Originally, there were people who would do these things, but Aunt Bi still took them over. Han Ding's small clothes were all embroidered with very beautiful patterns, which could not be bought from outside.

Xiaoqian could not eat such cold food, but just sat on a bamboo chair in the pavilion, holding a picture album that he had finally found in his hand, and watching it with a pleasant taste.

There is a warm and peaceful atmosphere in the hall.

"The summer in Beijing seems to be much more uncomfortable than in the East China Sea." Han Mo put down his bowl, picked up the brocade next to him and wiped his mouth, and smiled and said, "If you were still in the East China Sea at this time, you would be more like a living god."

Han Qin turned around and smiled and said, "Brother, do you miss the East China Sea? When will you take everyone back to the East China Sea to take a look? I miss my grandpa too!"

When Xiaoqian heard this, she quickly put down the album and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, my husband, I'm tired of staying in Beijing. If you are free, we might as well go back to the East China Sea to take a look. I haven't paid any visits to Grandpa and his old man!"

Han Mo looked at Xiaoqian and smiled and said, "Do you want to see the sea or grandpa?"

Xiao Qian pouted her mouth. Although she was already a mother, she still showed her innocent look like a little girl from time to time. Aunt Bi smiled and said, "Xiao Qian naturally wants to pay homage to the second sect leader. I'm afraid that the second sect leader is also thinking about his granddaughter-in-law now!"

Han Mo nodded and said, "As the saying goes, ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law..."

Xiaoqian's round eyes widened and she immediately said, "Mr., do you think I'm ugly?"

"Don't snatch the words so quickly." Han Mo deliberately glared at Xiaoqian: "Will I finish speaking?"

Xiao Qian curled her lips and turned her head, but she still wanted to hear what Han Mo was going to say, so she slowly turned her head, but saw Han Mo pick up a paper fan on the table, opened it casually, and slapped it lightly: "The ugly daughter-in-law wants to see her parents-in-law. That's the saying, our beautiful granddaughter-in-law wants to see her grandfather, don't you?"

Xiaoqian laughed when she heard this.

Han Qin was also tired of being in this capital. He seemed to be like going back to the East China Sea when he heard Han Mo's speech. He was full of joy. But looking at Han Ding who was playing with him, he hurriedly said, "Brother, Xiao Dinger is too young. He has been back to the East China Sea for several days. He is a child and cannot stand the bumps."

Han Mo got up, walked to Han Ding, squatted down, gently stroked Han Ding's forehead with one hand, his face full of kindness: "Boys can be raised hard, and it's nothing to suffer from some bumps. Grandpa naturally missed his great-grandson all the time in the East China Sea. We can't let grandpa wait too long. Prepare on the road, and don't rush, there was no problem at that time." He smiled at Han Ding and looked up and said, "It's too stuffy in Beijing, so let him go out for breathing. The East China Sea has a vast ocean. It's his real hometown. It's not a bad thing to let him go back and see it!"

Everyone thought Han Mo was just talking casually, but at this moment, he seemed to be really going back to the East China Sea.

Aunt Bi put down the sewn clothes in her hand and looked at Han Mo and said, "Mo'er, are you really going to go back to the East China Sea?"

Han Mo nodded and smiled faintly.

"But can you leave now?" Aunt Bi said worriedly: "If the court issued an order to ask you to return to the front line, will you be able to hurry back from the East China Sea?"

Aunt Bi naturally knew that Han Mo was the commander of the Northwest Army on the front line. However, she did not know the inside story when she returned to Beijing this time. She only thought that the court had an urgent matter to recall Han Mo and would still return to the front line if she turned around.

If the matter is over and the court orders Han Mo to return to the front line, but Han Mo is in the East China Sea, it will always be a bit bad.

Han Mo shook his head, carried his hands on his back, looked at the pool not far away, pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Uncle II is leading the front line. In a short period of time, the court may not be able to use me." He did not say in depth, but just walked slowly to Aunt Bi, picked up the clothes sewn by Aunt Bi, and embroidered with a golden carp on it, which was lifelike and smiled: "My aunt's craftsmanship is getting better and better now. Such craftsmanship is only buried in the mansion, which is a pity!"

What a smart woman, Aunt Bi, heard other meanings in Han Mo's words, but she didn't understand the profound meaning for a while. She just smiled gently and said, "What kind of good crafts is this? What is much better than mine, and it can't be said to be buried. Women's family can't use knives and guns, but can only hold needles and threads... Isn't this just a few clothes for Xiao Dinger? I'll make a few more sets of clothes for each of you, with patterns embroidered on them. Otherwise, can't you still see those clothes when you go out?"

Xiaoqian giggled and said, "Auntie, let me take some money and start an embroidery workshop. With the skills of my aunt, the business must be prosperous. Let's go back and help together!"

Xiaoqian was born with wealth and was cared for by the old lady since childhood. Some things were not clear. She didn't expect that although Aunt Bi was a concubine, she was the concubine of the minister of the Ministry of Rites. If she opened an embroidery workshop in this way, she would definitely cause gossip and be looked down upon. Regardless of what Aunt Bi was thinking, at least Han Xuanchang would not agree.

Xiao Qian said this, and a trace of brightness flashed through Aunt Bi's eyes, but it turned out to be fleeting, and she smiled and said, "Just."

Han Mo was beside him, but he saw the brilliant in Aunt Bi's eyes and thought to himself: "Can I really want to open an embroidery workshop?" After thinking a little, he realized that Xiao Qian's unintentional words were really right in Aunt Bi's thoughts.

Aunt Bi was seriously ill last year and almost died. Han Mo knew very well what happened to him. It was caused by depression in his heart. In this deep courtyard, she was like a bird imprisoned in a cage, and there was no trace of joy or happiness.

If there is really an embroidery workshop and I am afraid that Aunt Bi may not be unwilling to do so.

It’s just because of his identity. Even if Aunt Bi has this idea in her mind, it is just a luxury.

Hongxiu was beside her and didn't say anything. At this moment, she finally said, "If it's an embroidery workshop, I... follow my aunt!" Since she entered the mansion, she soon became familiar with Aunt Bi and learned knitting work from Aunt Bi.

She has some insights in this regard, and now she can use several acupuncture techniques. Although she is not proficient, she is quite good.

Han Mo smiled and said softly: "Don't show off this matter for the time being. If you want to open an embroidery workshop... it's not a big deal, but you have to wait..." Looking at Aunt Bi, he said: "Auntie, if you really want to, leave this matter to Mo'er, and Mo'er will take care of you!"

In the summer, Aunt Bi was not wearing thick clothes. She was wearing a light white gauze skirt and her plump breasts were slightly ups and downs. She was obviously a little excited, but she still shook her head gently and said softly: "It's all family members who are telling jokes, don't take it seriously." There was a hint of darkness hidden in her beautiful eyes.

Han Mo sighed in his heart. This beautiful woman has been struggling to live like this. Such a living situation is definitely not what she wants. If she really wants to see the smile from the bottom of her face, she may have to change her lifestyle.

The family was talking in the pavilion when suddenly a clear voice came over: "Xiao Wu, is Xiao Wu here?"

Han Mo raised his head and looked in the sound. He saw a young man in a purple shirt walking along the bluestone path on the edge of a rockery far away from the pavilion. He was carrying a gift box in his right hand and lifting his left hand from time to time, wiping the sweat on his forehead without caring about his demeanor.

Han Mo recognized at a glance that it was Han Bin, the third son of the Han family. He said that he had not seen this boy for a long time, but he didn't know why he had time to come here today. He smiled and replied: "Third Brother, you know that it's not today's business for me, right? Why did you come here to see me now?"

Han Bin quickly walked to the pavilion, put the gift box next to it, but did not forget the etiquette. He bowed to Aunt Bi and said, "Missary, please pay my respects to Aunt Bi!" Then he snatched the folding fan in Han Mo's hand, slammed, and saw the iced hibiscus porridge on the table, and immediately said, "Qin'er, please serve a bowl of porridge for Brother San. This damn ghost weather was not so hot last year. Previously, a group of kids were holding eggs under the poisonous sun, saying that it would be able to cook the eggs. I didn't look bad, but I was afraid it was already cooked."

Han Qin was about to get up, but Hongxiu said, "I'll serve!" Fortunately, there was still a clean empty bowl, so there was no need to get it, so he served a bowl and pushed it to Han Bin. Han Bin nodded with a smile, took it over, and ate a bowl in a few bites. Then he added another bowl himself. Under the gaze of everyone, he quickly ate it all. Then he satisfactorily picked up the brocade on the table and wiped his mouth, praising it: "No, this porridge is well made. Xiao Wu, there is such a powerful cook in your mansion? Let him go to my mansion and raise his wages."

Han Qin stood up, flipped her waist and said, "Third Brother, what are you talking about? This is what my mother cooks by herself. Do you dare to say that my mother is a cook?"

Han Bin is a casual person, but approachable, and is very easy-going. He never acts as a young man. Although he is not a good job, he is not annoying to all the people in the clan. Even Han Qin, the younger sister, dares to joke with him.

When Han Bin heard this, he hurriedly stood up and apologized to Aunt Bi, "Auntie, I... don't mean that, aunt, don't be surprised, I'm talking nonsense, just treat me... as me..."

Aunt Bi smiled softly and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as Qin'er, I don't blame you."

Han Bin was relieved. Seeing Han Ding on the mat, the little guy was looking at him with round eyes open, and couldn't help but laugh and shouted, "See, this little guy recognizes people and knows that his third uncle is coming. Look, stare at me without blinking." He went forward and carefully held Han Ding in his hand, laughed and said, "Look, I hugged him, he didn't cry. It seems that he really recognizes me!"

Han Qin curled her lips and said, "Xiao Dinger is brave and won't cry if anyone holds her!"

Han Mo looked at Han Bin and wondered: "Third Brother, have you ever brought a child before? Your move to hold the child is really very skillful."

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