After a night talk between father and son, he only talked about the moon in the middle, and then he returned with satisfaction...

In Han Xuanchang's view, although he was relieved by his son's maturity and growth, Han Mo was also excited to learn more about family affairs and get his father to accept some family affairs - although it is only starting with his father's expectations.

The back garden is extremely quiet, and even the breeze in the air seems to be heard. Listening to the wind is an extremely elegant thing.

However, seeing Liu Rumeng holding his hands on the edge of the table and holding his pink cheeks while reading under the lamp, the elegant and quiet scene made Han Mo even more moved. It was a living "Beauty's Night Reading Book", which was indescribable and quiet and simple.

Liu Rumeng looked very carefully. When Han Mo came in lightly, she didn't notice it. Even Han Mo walked behind her, she was immersed in reading, and said softly: "This country of Mishang is also interesting. If the country of Mishang, wouldn't it be that all the deer die?"

When Han Mo heard him talking to himself, he knew that she was reading "Early East China Sea".

"Sister Ru Meng, the so-called word "shang" may not mean that all the deer are dead." Han Mo turned around, sat down on the chair next to him, and said with a smile: "Shang Zhishenzhi, perhaps their Chinese people are to remind themselves that people are facing various difficulties at any time, so don't be lazy, don't be lazy, and be motivated."

Liu Rumeng was shocked by Han Mo's sudden arrival and her delicate body trembled. She couldn't help but pat her plump breasts and suppressed her shock. Her plump breasts couldn't help but sway, shaking her dazzling breasts.

"Why are you silently entering the door?" Liu Rumeng stood up, put down the book, and took two steps back. Her beautiful face was a little unhappy, but she still remembered her identity: "Is a young master and a master who is looking for happiness with a slave like this?"

"I never regard you as a slave." Han Mo said with a smile, holding the back of his head from behind, leaning on the chair, and leisurely said: "Sister Rumeng, do girls also like reading?"

"Why can't girls like it?" Liu Rumeng curled her lips, looking extremely cute. Her expression was paired with her charming face, and her charming face was pure and cute. She was really a confusing person: "Aren't they all human beings? They all have to eat and sleep, so why can't they read books?"

He really has feminist ideas!

"It's not that girls can't read books." Han Mo smiled. In fact, he didn't know how to describe Liu Rumeng, saying that she was a woman. Her appearance of sixteen or seventeen years old and her occasional naughty and cute expressions can only be described as girls. If she was a girl, her charming and mature temperament and the thousands of charms that flowed between her eyebrows were absolutely not available to girls. She was just a monster, a demon that charmed all living beings, women or girls.

"What does that fifth young master mean?"

"This is a geography." Han Mo smiled and said, "I always thought that girls like to read the stories of red pinks that you are kind and love under the moon. This type of book is not the choice of girls."

Liu Rumeng said lightly: "Is that true?"

"Sister Ru Meng, please sit down." Han Mo picked up the "Donghai Geography" and flipped it out casually, saying, "There are many books in the study. If Sister Ru Meng likes it, I can go and get some. There are "The Thirteenth Moon of Flowers" by Tang Shuhu, a talented man from Qingguo, Du Yuquan's "Cai Muslim Collection", "The Glorious Fragrance", "Don't Ask Love", "Love Words to the Sea Begonia"...!" He smiled and his face was a little weird: "There is also the Glorious Book "Yu Tuantuan"!"

Liu Rumeng's eyes flashed with disdain and said, "I have seen all the things you mentioned before when I was thirteen years old. It's no big deal. It's nothing more than the trivial matters of the moon and the moon. Although I haven't seen "Yu Tuantuan", I think it's a virtue. If I read it too much, it will be no longer interesting."

"That "Yu Tuantuan"...!" Han Mo smiled, his eyes swept across Liu Rumeng's hot body from top to bottom, and said leisurely: "Forget it, it's the same kind." After thinking about it, he suddenly said: "Have you read the ghost books?"

"Demon books?" Liu Rumeng came over, sat down and asked, "What are Demon books?"

Han Mo stood up and took out two pieces of paper from his desk. It was the "Story of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "The Flower Girl" he wrote down to Han Qin, and handed it to Liu Rumeng and said, "Do you like this story?"

Liu Rumeng reached out to take it, and Han Mo saw her crystal-clear, jade-free hand for a moment, and really wanted to touch it gently.

Obviously, "The Flower Girl" made Liu Rumeng obsessed with it. As she watched, her eyes gradually turned red. Han Mo just stared at Liu Rumeng's face from beginning to end, and was very comfortable to read the beauty under the lamp.

"Where does this story come from?" Liu Rumeng sighed and said softly: "It's really touching. I didn't expect that the fox can be a human form and can have feelings and righteousness."

"It seems to be more affectionate than some people." Han Mo laughed and said proudly: "As for which book comes from, Sister Ru Meng, she is really not humble. This is the story I dreamed of in my dream. When I woke up, I still remember it freshly and wrote it down."

Stealing books is not considered stealing. Can the affairs of scholars be called stealing?

Liu Rumeng was stunned, but obviously didn't believe it. She stood up and said lightly: "I'm tired, the fifth master, if I didn't give me instructions, I'll go to bed first."

"Sister Rumeng doesn't believe it? I think I'm bragging?" Han Mo also said lightly: "Sister Rumeng, you have read many books when you were thirteen years old. Now, I guess you can read no less than a thousand books, right?"

"Does the Fifth Master want to know?"

"I don't want to know how many books Sister Rumeng has read. I just want to ask, even Sister Rumeng feels good after reading such a story, and even shed tears. If it comes from which book, wouldn't it be popular long ago? At least it won't be unknown?" Han Mo laid on his arm and said leisurely: "But I don't know that Sister Rumeng will see similar stories before tonight?"

Of course not. If so, Mr. Pu Songling would have traveled through time.

Liu Rumeng was silent.

She had preconceived ideas. She always thought that the children of aristocratic families were almost all ignorant, so she could write such a sad and wonderful story. However, after thinking about it carefully, she had never seen such a story before tonight.

It is true that if there were such books that had spread long ago, how could I not know?

"You really wrote it?" Liu Rumeng was suspicious.

Han Mo laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it today. I have always had this kind of dream recently. I'm afraid I will have such dreams tonight. I'll write it to you when I wake up tomorrow and I'll know whether it's true or not."

Liu Rumeng seemed to believe this absurd thing and nodded, "Okay, then wait for the fifth young master to write tomorrow." Thinking of something, he pointed to the table beside him and said, "Brother Han said that you ordered him to send it."

Han Mo looked at it and it was the Yaoqin given by Guan Shaohe. It was wrapped in brocade cloth at this time, so he got up and lifted it up, and smiled and said, "Find a place to put it!"

"You can play the piano?" Liu Rumeng was a little surprised.

This fifth young master was able to decoct her medicine himself, to come up with aquatic straws that she loved very much, to read "Donghai Geography", and to write "Hua Guzi". All of this seemed very different from ordinary children of aristocratic families, making Liu Rumeng's initial repulsion slightly acceptable to live with such a man.

If you can still play the piano, that's really a good young master!

"The head of the golden boy, the waist of the jade girl, the back of the immortal, the dragon pond, the phoenix swamp, the jade peg, the golden emblem, the five strings!" Han Mo learned Guan Shaohe's explanation and smiled: "The best jade zither, full of gold and jade!"

"This is the fantasy phoenix zither in the 'Seven Phoenix Qin'!" Liu Rumeng said: "The tone is like a dream and is ranked fifth!"

"Fantasy Phoenix Qin? Seven Phoenix Qin?" Han Mo was stunned: "What does it mean?"

Liu Rumeng frowned and seemed to have a little contemptuous expression: "I don't know the Qifeng Qin, the fifth young master's piano skills should not be very good!"

"I... can't play the piano!" Han Mo shook his head and sighed, looking a little depressed. After all, at this time, this was a matter of face.

Liu Rumeng was furious and indignant: "You...you can't play the piano, why do you have to possess it?"

When Liu Rumeng has no expression, she is a kind of quiet beauty, as quiet and elegant as an ancient well without waves. When she smiles, she is a charming and dazzling beauty, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. When she gets angry, she is another kind of beauty.

Beauties are beauty after all. No matter what they look like or expression, they can always find the enjoyment of beauty.

"It's just a decoration!" Han Mo said lightly. He picked up the Yaoqin, swung his left and right, trying to show a position that could present the characteristics of the decoration.

"Rare to restrain the heavenly things!" Liu Rumeng stomped her feet and said hatefully, giving Han Mo a blank look, then she wanted to go back to her inner room.

"Wait a minute!" Han Mo shouted.

Liu Rumeng stopped and said, "What are the instructions for the fifth young master?" His voice was quite cold.

"I don't know what the Qifengqin is and what the Fantasy Phoenix is. You can tell me." Han Mo Youran said: "I can't play the piano, but it seems that you can do it, and you can teach me too, so that you won't be able to conquer the heavens!"

"Why should I tell you and why I teach you?" Liu Rumeng was obviously very angry that Huan Fengqin fell into the hands of such a playboy disciple.

"I am your master, you won't forget it." Han Mo said with a smile: "It's not too much for the master to ask the girl in the room to teach him to play the piano, right? Moreover, I will dream every day in the future and write stories to you every day. If you teach me to play the piano, it's not a big deal."

Liu Rumeng turned around and glared at Han Mo fiercely. The beauty was still full of charm. She lifted the curtain, ignored it, and went straight in.
Chapter completed!