Chapter 340: Xue Mansion

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Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons...

Oh, forget it! This sentence did not suit Xiao Han. All he could miss was the friends he had lived and played with in his previous life.

Moreover, as time goes by, their shadows become fainter and fainter, and now, there is almost no trace left.

The next morning, Xiao Han woke up amidst the noise.

I covered my ears and got up from the bed, feeling my head feel a little heavy. But it's not serious. It seems that the technology of home brewing has been improved, and at least it won't make you want to chop your head off after drinking...

Xiaodong heard something moving in the house somewhere and knew that Xiao Han was awake. He rushed in immediately, helped him put on his robe a few times, and ran out again before Xiao Han could turn around.

"Hey, this is the most suitable person for our family! How come there is such a big gap when compared with others?" Xiao Han looked at Xiaodong who had gone far away, and could only sigh!

There is absolutely no problem if you let the people here stabbing people with their blades! But if you let them take care of people, hey, people will die if they don’t take care of them!

Looking at the empty house, I imagined the beauty of red sleeves adding fragrance. Xiao Han could only sigh: Why can't the evil old society corrupt a good young man like us?

It's strange that no one cares about the dignified prince. Fortunately, Xiao Han is still hard-working. I went straight to the kitchen and made two bowls of porridge, but ended up burping with my mouth open. The smell of alcohol in my mouth was so intense that I couldn't bear it, so I hurriedly went out for a walk to eat.

The sky during Qingming Festival was not clear, but rather gloomy. Oddly enough, every year during the Qingming season, it always rains several times. Like the vast sky and people, I also feel the deep sadness during this festival.

The sadness of autumn belongs to the literati. As for Xiao Han, he only thought: Should the people in the house collect the clothes? He just came back from the kitchen and passed by the side yard. He saw several pieces of clothes hanging on the clothes drying pole, among which A gauze dress is quite nice...

"Ahem... I'm the Marquis! I'm not a gangster! How can I look at a girl's change of clothes? Ami Tofu, sin, sin!"

With criticism of his "evil thoughts", Xiao Han sneaked out of the house like a thief.

As soon as I went out, I was almost startled by the noise outside! Who is getting bigger in such a sad time! Xiao Han stood on the steps and looked along the sound, and was almost shocked by what he saw!

Only then did he know why Xiaodong ran so fast! It turned out that a huge swing was erected in the school yard not far away!

The swing is very high and very big! It's even higher than the surrounding houses! A hemp rope as thick as a wrist is tied to a square wooden board, on which two teenagers stand facing each other and try to swing the swing to the highest level!

"good!!!"

Seeing the two people swinging the swing almost level with the top horizontal bar, the people watching below suddenly burst into cheers! All the half-grown children jumped up and clapped, their little hands turning red and not stopping!

The swing was so swinging that Xiao Han was worried just looking at it. He always felt like the swing frame would collapse at any time! Just as he was about to shout for them to come down, Butler Lu caught up from behind.

"Master Marquis, the gifts have been prepared. When will you leave?"

"It's getting late, let's go now! Hey, Lao Lu, tell these guys to be gentle. What if they fall?" Xiao Han replied subconsciously, then he felt something was wrong and quickly grabbed Butler Lu. Ask him to teach these naughty kids a lesson.

However, when Butler Lu saw this scene, he did not get angry but smiled instead. He cupped his hands towards Xiao Han and said, "Don't worry, Lord Marquis, it won't fall! This is how I played when I was a child! And it's much better than what they did!" Not with my old arms and legs now, this old slave also wants to show off!"

Even the always strict housekeeper Lu didn't take it seriously, so Xiao Han had to sigh and stop meddling. I am always too careful sometimes, perhaps because the more civilized the society I live in, the more afraid I am of danger.

When I was young, I went out for a day and scratching was commonplace. The adults in the yard didn't care when they saw it. After sleeping for one night, scabs formed the next day. And when I grow up and start working, I look at the children around me and they are like treasures among treasures! Not to mention injuries, even if the skin is scratched or oily, you need to apply medicine and bandage!

Another burst of cheers interrupted Xiao Han's thinking. He looked up and found that someone had changed on the swing. Two young men held a five or six-year-old child between their legs and were swinging to the highest point!

"Lao Lu, look, your baby is on the swing..."

"Ah? Where? Oops! You little bastard! You've gone too far! What should I do if I scare you? Come down here!"

"Hey, Lao Lu, Lao Lu..."

Seeing Butler Lu running over angrily, Xiao Han almost lost his temper with a smile. This guy doesn't talk about what happened to him when he was a child. Whose child is the one who feels sorry for him?

On the road leading to Chang'an, a light carriage speeded past on the road. Xiao Han sat in the carriage holding a gift and yawned five or six times as the carriage swayed left and right.

When I was about to fall asleep, a cool breeze lifted the curtains on the side of the carriage, and a blast of fresh air blew in my face.

"Is it raining?" Xiao Han smelled the familiar smell of earth, and his spirit was shaken. Looking out the small window again, I realized that light rain started to fall from the sky at some point.

The rain was light, drifting like mist. Xiaodong and Lengzi, who were driving the car in front, each wore a bamboo hat. The rain did not even completely wet the bamboo hat.

Xiao Han's carriage was not the only one on the road, from time to time there were either luxurious or simple carriages and ox carts passing by from the direction of Chang'an, but all of them were in a hurry and had no intention of stopping to chat.

Braving the drizzle, he arrived in front of Xue's house in Chang'an. Xiaodong carried a bamboo hat and went to the concierge to hand over a greeting card. In less than a moment, the chief butler of the Xue family personally came out holding a paper umbrella and treated Xiao Han with the utmost respect, just like welcoming his own young master.

Right! Since the last incident, the relationship between Xiao Han and Xue Pan has been made known to the world. Now that my uncle-to-be is here, how can I not be more attentive?

After presenting the prepared gifts, Xiao Han followed the housekeeper into the living room.

The living room was empty, and the old lady was not seen. After asking, Xiao Han found out that Xue Shou was not at home, so the old lady could only go to the ancestral hall in person to offer incense and worship.

"The old lady is not here, so Xiao Han's coming here this time is a bit presumptuous! Why don't you come to visit another day?" Xiao Han was overjoyed when he heard that Xue Shou's mother was not here! But he didn't show it at all on his face. Instead, he asked the housekeeper with some regret.

How can there be any fool who can achieve the position of great steward? If Xiao Han is really allowed to come back next time, there will probably be more than one person who hates him to death!

"Xiao Hou, you are so polite! Master Xue once said that you and him are like brothers! Why would you say anything presumptuous when you come to my home? Besides, the old lady is not here, and our young lady is still at home! Mr. Hou, please wait a moment, I will Now send someone to ask the lady to come and entertain you!"

I like this kind of knowledgeable person! Xiao Han immediately turned his worry into a smile, patted the butler on the shoulder and said happily: "Don't bother me! Your lady and I are old acquaintances, I can just go find her!"

"That's fine, that's fine!" The butler's mouth twitched, but he quickly returned to normal. This man really doesn't regard himself as an outsider. Why can he go to his lady's boudoir whenever he wants?