"Father, Mother, we are back."

Before Bai Ningxiang could speak, a little guy in a black cloak ran over from the corridor, and behind him, Han Jue, wearing a silver cloak.

"Run slowly, don't fall."

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son and sighed in her heart that it was good to follow Xiaoqi. In just a few days, she became much more lively.

When Han Jing was three steps away, Han Mo stopped, stood in front of the two of them, bowed,

"Father, mother, son is back, and it has not delayed the time of the palace banquet."

Well, Xiaowuban is back.

Han Jing nodded with a stern face, "Well, can you hire the Grand Tutor?"

"...No." Han Mo lowered his head and said in a dim tone.

Han Jue walked up and coughed lightly, "I have seen the emperor's brother, the emperor's sister-in-law, I am incompetent, and I have not been able to invite Wen Daru."

"You are not sincere enough?" Han Jing looked at the two of them with their lower heads and raised his eyebrows.

"Father, we have enough sincerity. Unfortunately, Wen Daru just stayed in the door and finally stopped him on the road. He cursed people irritably and even hit Uncle Qi with a stone."

Han Mo pouted, very unhappy.

He is just a strange old man, but he is not a great scholar from anywhere.

He is rude in words and deeds, his clothes are worn, and he keeps glaring at others.

"Smash you with a stone?" Such a childish behavior is worthy of being Wen Daru.

"Well~, I heard that the great scholars have revenge."

Han Jue looked embarrassed, he was also very surprised. More than ten years have passed, and Old Man Wen still remembers him.

He said he would go to another person, but the emperor would not listen. Now, the old man grinned when he saw him, wishing he could pounce on him and bit him.

"You're still scolding you?"

Han Jing glanced at Bai Ningxiang, barely suppressed the curve of the corner of his mouth, and pretended to be serious.

"Ahem... I don't think of scolding anymore, I just speak badly and have a bad temper. I stare at us and say something like a slut."

Han Mo blushed. Although he didn't like the old man, he was old and had only a book boy by his side, so it was hard to bother him.

"Then what?"

Bai Ningxiang glared at Han Jing, this person was just a joke.

"Then Uncle Qi and I went to the gate of Zhushe every day to wait for him. Wen Daru didn't like his servants blocking his door, so Uncle Qi and I sent him away. Then Wen Daru asked Uncle Qi to help him repair the roof... We just finished our work and thought that the palace banquet was about to begin, so we came back first."

Han Mo said carefully, glanced at his father from time to time, and felt relieved when he saw that he had no expression.

Bai Ningxiang: "..."

Joining the matter, was he ordered again?

What kind of old man is this? He has such a weird temper?

No wonder he lived a hard life with the reputation of a great scholar. With such a bad temper, no one could invite him.

"No hurry, after the palace banquet, go and have a look. Maybe the great scholar nodded and agreed." Looking at Han Jue's embarrassing expression, Bai Ningxiang couldn't bear to ask more questions, and reached out to rub her son's head.

Not to mention, she was curious, so she looked back and took a look.

"The queen is right. The more weird the temper, the bigger the talent. Once you invite it, you will be unlimited."

Han Jing walked to Xiaoqi and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"The palace banquet will begin soon. Follow me to the study and there are still some things that you need to deal with."

After watching the two of them go back, Bai Ningxiang took her son's hand into the hall.

“Is it cold?”

"It's not cold at all. Uncle Qi and Wen Daru repaired the roof, and his son helped to carry the straw. Fortunately, he rushed in time and there was no need to leak the air when it snowed."

Han Mo raised his head with excitement in his eyes. This was the first time he had done such a thing, and it felt quite fresh.

I went out with Uncle Qi once and found out that there were people living in such a dilapidated house.

It was cold and there was still air leakage. Fortunately, he and Uncle Qi went there, so there was no need to leak snow now.

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son's changing expression and couldn't help asking: "Besides helping Wen Daru repair the roof, what else have you done?"

"Isn't doing anything else? The great scholar has a weird temper. We followed him, and he looked back and glared at us from time to time."

Han Mo looked at his mother and was silent for a while, speaking in a very mature tone.

"Mother, my son thinks that the great scholar has a bad temper, so he must be very proud of his face."

"How can I tell?" Bai Ningxiang was very interested in listening to her son's tone.

"Because he went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and picked up rotten vegetables and leaves on the ground, he picked them up what others didn't want. He took Xiao Shutong to the city to pick up firewood, and could only pick up some small ones that others looked down upon."

"Later, Uncle Qi and I cut two bundles for him to take them over. He was angry and said that it was not a skill to give him one. In the whole world, there were too many elderly people like him. If you have the ability, everyone would burn firewood."

Han Mo said, frowned,

"How could we know each other with so many people in the world? Wen Daru deliberately made things difficult for him because he was afraid that we would pity him if we see him getting old."

Listening to his son's tone, Bai Ningxiang blinked and was indeed an interesting old man.

He turned around and asked their uncle and nephew to invite him again. If he still hit a wall, she would go there for a while in person.

As soon as we meet, we are reminding Mo'er, and the deep meaning is obvious.

"Mo'er, do you want everyone in the world to burn firewood?"

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son who looked confused. Although this child always pretended to be like an adult, she was also naughty. Especially in front of her sister, she always regarded herself as her brother and protected Sister Xi.

But the child is still the child after all.

Listening to his mother's inquiry, Han Mo thought seriously, "Of course I thought about it, but my son couldn't do it."

"This is easy to deal with. Who asked this attention to? Who would you please solve your doubts?"

Looking at his son's eyes that suddenly lit up, Bai Ningxiang hugged her eyes embarrassedly, and silently couldn't stop talking to Wen Bozhi.

Since you first point out Mo'er's way of governing the country, you cannot give up halfway.

"What my mother said is that when the palace banquet is over, I will live with Uncle Qi and I will go to Wendao Religious School. Whenever he tells me, I will come back."

Han Mo nodded seriously, as if things had been resolved, his eyes shining.

Bai Ningxiang: "Live in the past, didn't you say that the bamboo house is simple? Mo'er is used to it?"

"It's okay, Wen Daru can live at such an old age, and I and Uncle Qi can do it."

Han Mo did not dislike the place where he lived at all.

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son quietly for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, my son will definitely get what he wants. The palace banquet will begin soon. The clothes have been delivered to your room. Let's go to change them. I will go to the banquet with my father and mother in a while."

"Yes, my son took his leave."
Chapter completed!