The tea smoke in the quiet room was curling, and there was only the rustling sound of writing, like eating mulberry leaves.

The beautiful and neat fly-headed small calligraphy fell on Qiuyue's white paper, and Su Haoyi was almost obsessed with it and forgot to polish the ink.

Sima Lantai is sorting out medical cases and recording all the difficult and complicated diseases he encountered and the diagnosis and treatment methods in detail.

Su Haoyi volunteered to help polish the ink. She held the sleeve on her right with her left hand and polished the ink with her right hand, revealing about three inches of slender wrists, which were as white as snow.

There was a plate of longan on the table, probably a little full, and one of them suddenly fell under the table.

Su Haoyi quickly put down the ink strips and looked down to find the longan.

Sima Lantai stopped writing and reached out to protect Su Haoyi's corner of the table, afraid that she would bump into it when she looked up.

Su Haoyi did not notice Sima Lantai's actions and took the longan out from under the table with a smile.

Sima Lantai really loves to be clean, even under the table, it is spotless.

Then Mo Tong came in to hold the lights, and Sima Lantai just finished writing a page.

Su smiled kindly and said, "It's getting late, it's time for me to go back."

She ran from Chuyao Pavilion before noon today, roasted venison for Sima Lantai, and accompanied him to write a medical case. Seeing that it was late, she offered to say goodbye.

"Be careful on the road, and the cloak must be wrapped tightly." Sima Lantai reminded.

Mo Tong also said: "As the sun sets, it gets colder and colder. I am idle all over the place, so why not send the young master back."

But Su's kindness usually walks under normal circumstances, so he smiled and rejected Mo Tong's kindness.

Fortunately, the road back to Chuyaoguan was smooth sailing. Even so, I felt that the day was really cold.

When he returned to Chuyao Pavilion, Nephrite happened to be at the door and asked Su Haoyi: "Where have you gone to this big sky? Master Jixing looked for you like crazy!"

"Is he still here?" Su asked kindly.

"I left early! You don't think about how he can stay so late? When he left, he turned around one step and three times, and that little look was so pitiful." Wangyu said with heartache.

"Who told them to make trouble like sheepskin," Su said helplessly: "How did it end later?"

Before speaking, Wangyu couldn't help laughing for a while and said, "Young Master Jixing bit Mr. You, how old is Mr. You older? I didn't know him as well. Later, he left after he had something to do, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Amitabha, it's better if he doesn't come." Su Haoyi couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name. God knew how annoying Youlu was.

At this time, A Jin, who was writing a painting book, came over. He was yellow and thin. He held the newly written book in his hand and said to Su Haoyi: Let me show you this, tell me in two days, but what is wrong with it."

"I'm bored, I'll see this in a while." Su Liangyi smiled and took it.

After greeting a few familiar guests, Su Haoyi went upstairs.

Aunt Cai'er was wearing Buddhist beads there. When she saw her coming in, she said, "It's almost dark that someone comes to the princess's house to send a post. Please go there to the banquet the next day. I'll send you the posts of You, and you're thinking about giving it to him then."

Su Haoyi took the post and opened it. The handwriting he wrote for himself must have been written by the maid named Wendie in the princess's mansion. The handwriting of Youluo, who started by calling "Little Dada", was obvious that it was written by the princess himself.

"I understand, mom." Su Haoyi said while putting away the post, "I'll go take a shower first."

"Don't leave now, I'll ask you: I heard many people say that the second son of the Ma family was retribution. What's wrong with us?" Aunt Caier asked Su Haoyi in a low voice.

"Why are you asking like that?" Su Haoyi pretended to be confused and pretended the best.

"I've been a little confused in the past two days, but Mr. You is here, so I can't say much," said Aunt Caier, "Although you shouldn't talk bad things behind your back, you have seen Mr. You's treatment method, and it's a bit evil. So I wondered, is the matter between Mr. Ma Er related to him? I remember that you two went out together that night."

After hearing Aunt Cai'er's words, Su Haoyi thought to himself: My mother, you are such a crystal-hearted and heart-wrenching person.

But this matter cannot be told the truth, so he smiled and said, "Jusu Lu's ability is just a mistake to cure minor illnesses and pains. How capable is it to do such a big thing? That night we went outside to see Fangyankou, and we didn't see any horses at all."

"That's good," Aunt Cai'er said with peace of mind: "It's good that it has nothing to do with you. Then the Ma family is an ordinary family? It would be bad if you find something out at that time."

Su Haoyi comforted Aunt Cai'er a few more words before returning to her room.

When changing clothes, I reached out to untied my clothes and found that the little golden beetle hanging on my waist was gone, so I hurriedly searched for it upstairs and downstairs.

Everyone in Chuyao Pavilion also helped her find it, but she couldn't find it.

"I became more and more energetic, and I lost all my sister's intentions," Su Haoyi was very upset: "It was probably because I was walking hard on the way back. The wind was too strong, and I didn't hear the golden beetle falling on the ground."

"If you lose it, just let it go. I'll hurry up and save some money tomorrow and I'll just give you another one." Aran gently hit Su with her shoulder and said, "Don't be sad."

Lantai Medical Center.

Mo Tong walked in and said slowly, "Young Master, let's take a break. It's been almost two hours since Sima Lantai finished writing the last word, put the pen on the pen holder, picked up the teacup and drank it.

Mo Tong asked again: "It's now, will the young master go back to his house?"

Sima Lantai replied: "I won't go back."

"Then I'll let Grandma Mao pour soup into you for you." Mo Tong said as she was about to go out.

"No need," Sima Lantai said, standing up: "It's enough to have a smoked cage in the house. It's not good to be too hot."

Mo Tong stood beside him, and saw a yellow object under the table, and hurriedly stepped forward and picked it up. He held it in his hand, and smiled at Sima Lantai: "Look, Mr. Su's little golden beetle has fallen here. Maybe how to find it!"

Sima Lantai reached out and saw that the little golden beetle was only slightly larger than the copper coin, and the red gold was hit. The two eyes were covered with small rubies, which looked cute.

Mo Tong looked at the expression of his son and said tentatively: "It's so late, the young man is too lazy to go out. Why not just put it here and wait for Mr. Su to come and find it yourself one day."

Sima Lantai nodded slightly after hearing this.

Mo Tong said again: "Young, go and see if the front and back doors are closed first. Grandma Mao is old, don't fall down."

When he went out and came in, he found that the young master had already lying down with his clothes. Mo Tong put down the bed tent and prepared to move the lamp out.
Chapter completed!