The eldest grandson happily accepted this gift, and then smiled at Xiao Han, although the two of them are not too big in terms of grade, but for some reason, Xiao Han always feels that she is always like a junior in front of her, and she and Xiao Lizi are together, but they can mix and play the subject, and make a lot of fun, which is really weird.

Looking at Xiao Han, who was inexplicably restrained, the eldest grandson said with a curious and gossip-talking smile on his face: "Hehehe...... This is naturally a trivial matter, but, Xiao Han, when are you and Sister Xue Shu? That little girl is so arrogant, how did you get with her? ”

Xiao Han was suddenly embarrassed, listening to this tone, why didn't Empress Changsun and Xue Pan seem to be not very friendly, is it true that beautiful women reject each other?

"That, this...... Actually, how to say it. Xiao Han stammered for a long time, and then said: "I don't know how she feels about me, I just got along with each other for a few days before, and I feel very good, I only thought it out last night, I'm afraid that I already like her in my heart, to be honest, I'm also very worried, I'm afraid that this is my wishful thinking, if the princess sees her, please help me ask her what she means, if she doesn't want to marry the Xiangcheng Hou family, I will definitely find a way to save her, even if she doesn't like me......"

Xiao Han stammered, his heart was like putting down a big stone, he was not a verbose person, let alone a person who was afraid of unsatisfactory results, he had lived alone for so many years in the later life, and he had tried all kinds of human feelings, even if the result was bad, it was much better than hanging in the air and not daring to touch it.

Since things always have a result, the sooner he knew the result, it would be better that he would no longer be tormented, and the days of unrequited love were really sad.

The eldest grandson doesn't know Xiao Han's inferiority complex hidden in the deepest part of his heart, even if his status is far beyond his peers now, but the imprint brought to him by decades of low-level life is still indelible. Now looking at Xiao Han's somewhat lonely appearance, she suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at this kid who usually looks like a monkey with fine hair, why is he sluggish like this now?

If you care too much, you will suffer too much from gains and losses, and you often can't see through that thin layer of mist.

He didn't want to think about it, why didn't he go somewhere else, just go to him for so long? Why play with him? In this world, Xiao Han can play alone?

In the eyes of the eldest grandson, the reason why Xue Pan resolutely went home and pushed off this family business by himself was not so much because he was strong and self-reliant, but because he was hurt by Xiao Han. See who dares to marry you!

How could this simple thing develop into such a dilemma?

I really want to scold Xiao Han, and the eldest grandson knows that if her husband was here, she would probably have scolded him a bloody head!

But she can't, seeing that people as smart as his brother don't do this, you can know that their relationship still hasn't reached that point, talking too much has become a bad thing, and the eldest grandson family has always handled the balance of human affection.

"Xiao Han ......" Thinking of this, the eldest grandson said to Xiao Han with a somewhat complicated expression: "It's no problem for me to help you with this, but as my brother said, you should also give Xue Pan a reassurance, let her know that you care about her outside, otherwise, why should we a group of outsiders interfere in the affairs of their family!" ”

Xiao Han nodded, and then gritted his teeth: "Thank you for reminding me!" This is as it should be, if she doesn't dislike it, Xiao Han is willing to grow old with her! ”

"Good! Great goodness! The eldest grandson applauded and nodded with interest, "There is no basis for what you say, you write it down, and I will help you bring it over and let her see it!" ”

"It should be, it should be!" Xiao Han didn't shirk this time, thinking that Xue Pan likes poetry, so let's write a poem, even if this is the end of his relationship, it can be regarded as a more dignified death.

"Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds!

There is a long sky above the green and dark, and there are waves of water below.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking! ”

Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc is borrowed and used, taking advantage of Xiao Han's mind at this time, although it is a little exaggerated, but in the ears of the eldest grandson, it is extremely appropriate, people who are in love are not very rational, and it is not even more exaggerated to shout at the death and life of love every day? !

"Xiao Han, did you do this? I'm a little dizzy, you can transcribe it first......" The eldest grandson, who stood up unconsciously, listened to Xiao Han finish reading the poem, only to feel that his heart was in a trance, and he almost fell on the stool.

When I touched the stool, my brain suddenly remembered that this kind of stool seemed to have been invented by the young man in front of me, and I only felt that my mind was even more dizzy, no wonder my husband valued him so much, it turned out that his face was not visible and leaky, and there was such a great talent hidden!

The eldest grandson Wuji's family is magnificent, he himself is a civil official, and there is no shortage of four treasures in the study, and he didn't turn around in the living room for half a circle, so he found a pen and paper, spread the paper on the table, Xiao Han lay in front of the table and pinched the brush hard, and began to write poems on the paper one by one.

The eldest grandson Wuji also came in from outside the door at this time, and saw the two of them in the living room, one sitting on a chair and rubbing his forehead lightly, and the other was struggling to write, so he couldn't help but say anxiously: "What are you doing?" Didn't you say go and come back quickly? Why are you grinding again, Xiao Han, what are you writing? Love letter? ”

Saying that, the eldest grandson Wuji came behind Xiao Han, and when he saw Xiao Han's words, his brows suddenly wrinkled, this word was written, it was not uncommon for him to write it like this when he was eight years old!

But when he looked at the content again, his furrowed brows were picked up in an instant, and a pair of eyes pointed at the paper like a ghost and exclaimed: "Xiao Han, this is, the poem you composed?" ”

"It's the ...... he made" Before Xiao Han could speak, the eldest grandson said faintly on the side: "The ancients said that seven steps become a poem, I still don't believe it, but today it can be regarded as an eye-opener, he is standing here, I asked him to write something for Xue Pan to bring over, who knew that he only thought about it, and wrote such a brilliant poem, according to me, even if it is the sacrificial wine of the country, it can't be written, let alone ...... in such a short time."

The two people from the eldest grandson's family inhaled around Xiao Han with a toothache, Xiao Han was a little weak-hearted, after all, this poem was plagiarized, but didn't Kong Yiji say that stealing books, how can it be called stealing? How can the affairs of cultural people be related to stealing?

Drying the ink of the poem written in his hand, Xiao Han handed it to the eldest grandson, and said sincerely: "The poem is born from the heart, and it is just a matter of touching the scene and giving birth to love, please send this poem to Xue Pan, if it is really Xiao Han's own affection, please burn this poem ......"

The eldest grandson took the paper, opened it and glanced at it, and sighed to Xiao Han: "Such a beautiful poem, who can bear to burn it, but this word, hey, forget it, I'll help you copy it again......"

After that, she put the paper aside, picked up the pen again and was about to transcribe it again, and suddenly remembered that this poem was for Xue Pan, so she handed the pen to her brother and motioned for him to write.

The eldest grandson Wuji saw such a beautiful poem with such a bad word, he was already unhappy, took the pen, dipped it in ink, and with a flick of the sleeve of his robe, a line of words appeared on the white paper like a cloud of flowing water, every word is so beautiful!

After writing the last word, the eldest grandson Wuji himself couldn't help but appreciate it, and just as he was about to make the payment, he was snatched away by his sister with the pen, and the eldest grandson Wuji remembered that this was what he wrote for Xiao Han......

"Hey, alas... It's a pity ......"

Until he sent his sister out of the door, the pity in the mouth of the eldest grandson Wuji never stopped, and I don't know if it was a pity that Xiao Han slapped a pile of cow dung on the flowers, or it was a pity that his writings were used as a tool to please the girl......

There was no further delay, the eldest grandson went out of the gate, got into the carriage, and under the escort of his brother's guards, he went straight to Xue Pan's house along the road.

The eldest grandson Wuji kept saying that it was a pity, but he returned to the house to take it, and seemed to want to copy it again, leaving Xiao Han to look at the gate, stunned and Xiaodong squatting behind him, looking at Xiao Han with blank eyes, especially afraid that his Hou Ye would become a woman stone......

In the very back of the Xue family's deep house compound, a vermilion embroidery building is quiet and terrible, in the past, it was always the most vibrant place in the family, but now, it seems so lonely, the slaves in the past came to the embroidery building, and they didn't dare to raise their heads and left in a hurry.

A middle-aged woman of a small grade came with the food, looked at the original food on the table in the center of the lobby, shook her head, put the tray in her hand on the table, looked upstairs carefully, and sighed and took the old meal away.

Xue Pan heard the movement downstairs, but he was just lying quietly, without any movement, he hadn't eaten for a day, but he didn't see his mother coming, it seems that this time his mother is dead set to marry herself!

Xue Pan didn't know what had happened in the days she had been away from home, although she had some intention of escaping from marriage that day, but when she thought about it, her mother, who had always loved her, would definitely push away this family affair when she saw that she was unwilling!

And the letter from home later also confirmed her guess, her mother knew where she was, just a few letters, let herself go back early, and it was not too painful, but a few days ago, the letter came somehow, suddenly changed the words, crazy and let herself go back, I didn't take it seriously at the time, I didn't know that it would evolve like this now.

I haven't eaten for a day and a night, and my stomach is not too hungry, but all I think about is the food of Xiao Han's family, as well as Xiao Han's face that is not too handsome.

He's always so magical, he seems to have everything at his fingertips, he understands everything, even the kitchen that men don't love the most.