The eldest grandson happily accepted this gift, and then smiled at Xiao Han. Although the two of them were not much older in terms of grade, for some reason, Xiao Han always felt like a junior in front of her, while he and Xiao Han could
It's really weird to mess around and have fun.
Looking at Xiao Han who was inexplicably restrained, Changsun said with a smile that was one part curiosity and one part gossip: "Hehehe... This is naturally a trivial matter, but, Xiao Han, when will you and Sister Xue Shou be together?"
That little girl is so proud and arrogant, how did you get together with her?"
Xiao Han suddenly felt ashamed. Hearing this tone, Queen Changsun and Xue Pan didn't seem to be very friendly. Is it true that beautiful women repel each other?
"Um, um...actually, how should I put it?" Xiao Han stammered for a long time, and then said: "I don't know how she feels about me. We just spent a few days together before, and we felt good. I just figured it out last night.
, I am afraid that I already like her in my heart. To be honest, I am also very worried. I am afraid that this is my wishful thinking. If the princess sees her, please help me ask her what she means. If she does not want to marry the Xiangcheng Hou family, I
I must find a way to save her, even if she doesn’t like me..."
After Xiao Han stammered, his heart felt as if a big stone had been dropped. He is not a long-winded person, and he is not a person who is afraid of unsatisfactory results. He has lived alone in the later generations for so many years, and has tried all kinds of warmth and warmth.
No matter how bad the outcome is, it is still much better than hanging in mid-air and not daring to touch.
Since things must have an outcome, it would be better for him to know the outcome earlier so that he would no longer have to suffer. The days of unrequited love are really sad.
The eldest grandson didn't know Xiao Han's deepest self-esteem hidden in his heart. Even though his status was far higher than that of his peers, the imprint of decades of low-income life on him was still indelible. Looking at Xiao Han now, he felt a little lonely.
She suddenly wanted to laugh. This kid usually looked like a monkey with his hair covered with semen. Why was he so dull now?
If you care too much, you will worry too much about gains and losses, and you will often not be able to see through the thin layer of mist.
He didn't even think about it, why did this wealthy lady not go anywhere else but just stay at his place for so long? Why did she play with him? In the whole world, Xiao Han was the only one who knew how to play?
In the eyes of the eldest grandson, the reason why Xue Pan decided to go home and reject the marriage was not so much a matter of being strong and self-reliant as it was because he was hurt by Xiao Han. Imagine that Xiao Han had the courage to confess his love and then shouted "Everything is wrong"
As long as I'm here, you can live here! Let's see who dares to marry you!
How could this simple matter develop into such a dilemma?
I really want to scold Xiao Han, and the eldest grandson knows that if his husband were here, he would have scolded him bloody!
But she couldn't. Seeing how smart people like his brother didn't do this, we knew that their relationship still hadn't reached that point. Talking too much would actually turn out to be a bad thing. The eldest son's family has always been very good at measuring the scale of favor.
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"Xiao Han..." Thinking of this, Changsun said to Xiao Han with a complicated expression: "It's okay for me to help you, but as my brother said, you should also give Xue Pan a reassurance and let her know that you are outside.
Worry about her, otherwise, why would we, a group of outsiders, interfere in their family’s major affairs!"
Xiao Han nodded, then gritted his teeth: "Thank you for reminding me! This is what it should be. If she doesn't dislike it, Xiao Han is willing to grow old together with her!"
"Okay! Great kindness!" Changsun clapped and nodded enthusiastically, "There is no proof for what you say. Write it down and I will take it over for you and let her see it!"
"It should, it should!" Xiao Han did not shirk this time, thinking that Xue Pan liked poetry, so he would write one. Even if this was the end of his relationship, he would die with dignity.
“Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang’an.
The autumn cries of Luo Wei and Jin Jinglan are desolate and the frost is desolate and the color is cold.
The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.
Beauty is like a flower in the clouds!
There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking!"
Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc was borrowed to take advantage of Xiao Han's thoughts at this time. Although it was a bit exaggerated, in the ears of the eldest grandson, it was extremely appropriate. People in love don't have much sense. They call for love every day to die.
Isn’t it more exaggerated?!
"Xiao Han, did you make this? I'm a little dizzy, please copy it down first..." Changsun stood up unconsciously and listened to Xiao Han finish reading the poem. He felt a trance in his mind and almost fell down on the stool.
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When I touched the stool, I suddenly remembered that this kind of stool seemed to have been invented by the young man in front of me. I felt even more dizzy. No wonder my husband valued him so much. His face, which was so invisible, was actually hidden.
Such a great talent!
Changsun Wuji's home was magnificent, and he was a civil servant himself, so he had no shortage of the Four Treasures of the Study. He found paper and pen without even turning around the living room, and spread the paper on the table. Xiao Han leaned in front of the table and pinched it hard.
He picked up the brush and began to write down the poem on the paper stroke by stroke.
Changsun Wuji also came in from the door at this time. When he saw two people in the living room, one was sitting on a chair and rubbing his forehead, and the other was writing furiously. He couldn't help but said anxiously: "What are you doing? Didn't you say that we should go quickly?"
Reply? Why are you procrastinating again, Xiao Han, what are you writing? A love letter? "
With that said, Changsun Wuji came behind Xiao Han. When he saw Xiao Han's handwriting, his brows suddenly knitted together. This handwriting was written like this even when he was eight years old!
But when he looked at the content again, his frowned brows suddenly raised, his eyes pointed at the piece of paper like a ghost and exclaimed: "Xiao Han, is this a poem written by you?"
"He did it..." Before Xiao Han could speak, the eldest grandson said quietly from the side: "The ancients said that a poem can be made in seven steps. I still don't believe it, but today is an eye-opener. He is standing here. I
I asked him to write something and send it to Xue Pan. Who would have thought that he could write such a brilliant poem just by thinking about it. According to me, even if it was the imperial wine sacrifice, he would not be able to write it, let alone in such a short time...
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The two eldest grandsons were breathing around Xiao Han as if they had toothaches. Xiao Han felt a little guilty. After all, the poem was plagiarized. But didn't Kong Yiji say that stealing books, how can it be called stealing? It's a matter of intellectuals.
, how can it be related to stealing?
After blowing the ink on the poem he had written on his hand, Xiao Han handed it to his eldest grandson and said sincerely: "Poetry comes from the heart, and it is just emotions that come from touching the scene. Please give this poem to Xue Pan. If
Xiao Han is really being sentimental, just ask her to burn this poem..."
The eldest grandson took the paper, opened it, took a look, and sighed to Xiao Han: "Who would have the heart to burn such a beautiful poem, but this word, hey, forget it, I will copy it for you again..."
After that, she put the paper aside and picked up the pen again. Just as she was about to copy it again, she suddenly remembered that this poem was for Xue Pan, so she handed the pen to her brother and motioned for him to write it. She wrote it
At first glance, it looked like it was written by a woman and was given to Xue Pan. I don’t know what the girl, who has been petty since childhood, was mumbling about.
Seeing such a beautiful poem with such bad words, Changsun Wuji felt unhappy for a long time. He took the pen, dipped it in ink, lifted the sleeves of his robe, and a line of words appeared on the white paper like clouds and flowing water. Every word was so
pretty!
After writing the last word, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but admire it. Just as he was about to sign the signature, his sister snatched the pen away. Only then did Changsun Wuji remember that he had written this for Xiao Han...
"Hey, it's a pity...it's a pity..."
Until he sent his sister out, Changsun Wuji couldn't stop expressing regrets. He didn't know whether it was a pity that Xiao Han slapped a pile of cow dung on the flowers, or a pity that his books were used as a tool to please the girl...
Without further delay, the eldest grandson walked out of the gate, got into the carriage, and, escorted by his brother's guards, headed straight for Xue Pan's house along the road.
Changsun Wuji kept saying it was a pity, so he went back to the house to get it, and wanted to copy it again. Xiao Han was left looking at the door, while Lunzi and Xiaodong squatted behind him, watching eagerly.
Xiao Han was particularly afraid that his Lord Marquis would turn into a stone to look after women...
In the innermost courtyard of the Xue family's deep residence, a vermilion-red embroidered building is eerily quiet. In the past, this was always the most lively place in the family, but now, it seems so lonely. The servants who pass by come to the embroidered building, their heads
He didn't even dare to lift it and left in a hurry.
A middle-aged woman of a certain age came with food. She looked at the intact food on the table in the center of the lobby, shook her head, put the tray in her hand on the table, and looked upstairs carefully.
Then he sighed and took away the old rice.
Xue Pan heard the movement downstairs, but he just lay quietly without moving at all. He hadn't eaten anything for a day, but he didn't see his mother coming. It seemed that his mother was determined to do it this time.
Marry yourself out!
Xue Pan still doesn't know what happened during the days when she left home. Although she had some intention of running away from the marriage that day, she thought that her mother, who had always loved her, would definitely reject the marriage when she saw that she was unwilling to do so!
And the letters that came from home later confirmed her guess. Her mother knew where she was, and she just sent a few letters to ask her to go back early.
Suddenly the conversation changed and he asked me to go back like crazy. I didn't take it seriously at the time, but I didn't know it would turn into this now.
I haven't eaten all day and night, and I'm not really hungry. All I can think about is Xiao Han's delicacies, and Xiao Han's not-too-handsome face.
He is always so miraculous, he seems to have everything at his fingertips and understands everything, even the kitchen, which is the least favorite thing among men, he can do it very well.
This chapter has been completed!