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The weather is yin and a little cool.

This is already the coldest day of the year in Xianyuan Mountain, which is almost the same as the weather in early spring in Tiandu.

Mo Tong went to Zhuyingfang to get the clothes back. The washed clothes were filled with the smell of soapberry, which was refreshing and pleasant.

Ironed flat and straight, almost the same as the newly made ones.

Turning over Cuiwei Pavilion, I happened to meet someone, Wanxing, a servant from Qi Shaokang who entered the mountain a year later than Sima Lantai.

Mo Tong knew him well, so he naturally had to greet him.

Wan Xing was also a very clever boy. Seeing Mo Tong holding a stack of clothes in his hand and a red robe among several snow-white clothes, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Is this red robe from Mr. Su?"

Mo Tong nodded. In fact, in addition to this red one, there were two white ones, which were Su Haoyi's.

Wan Xing lowered his voice and asked him: "They all said that Mr. Su is the one from your master, is that true?"

"Which?" Mo Tong asked him.

Wan Xing was embarrassed by the question, and he couldn't find a suitable word for a while: "That... is that! You should understand."

Mo Tong smiled: "I don't understand."

"I don't mean anything else," Wan Xing quickly explained: "It's just a question."

"I don't think you have ulterior motives," Mo Tong still smiled and said, "I just don't understand, what are you going to say?"

"Forget it, I'm too much." Wan Xing smiled and was about to leave as he said.

Mo Tong reached out to stop him, but refused to let him go: "Forget it, we are good brothers, if you have any words, just ask clearly, don't be without a head or end!"

"I really have no other meaning. I'm just curious whether Mr. Su belongs to your son..." Wan Xing paused for a moment, and finally figured out a word: "Baby?"

"Chi..." Mo Tongzhen couldn't hold on anymore and laughed for a long time before speaking: "You're right, that's it."

"Oh," Wan Xing immediately became interested: "Really? Why?"

"Where is there any reason?" Mo Tong rolled his eyes: "Does your young master have no one you like?"

"Of course," Wan Xing did not deny that the master's thoughts could never be hidden from these personal servants: "I just think that people like Mr. Lantai would like someone, it's really a bit..."

"What's incredible?" Mo Tong clearly disliked the other party's slightest confusion: "Our young master is also raised by his parents in life, and it is not something that pops up from the cracks of the stone. Why don't you have any desires? Besides, isn't Mr. Su worthy of liking?"

"Didn't he say he's very stupid? He can't learn anything. He's not the only one..." Wan Xing couldn't help but talk about Su Haoyi's words behind his back.

"Mr. Su is smart!" Mo Tong stared at me and retorted: "Who is behind my back?! Let me tell you, I just use gold and jade to cast an average person, but I can't breathe! There are many gold and jade in our family, but they can't stand the living treasures who can talk and laugh."

After saying that, he left with a shook his hand.

Su Haoyi and the others took three days off and the mid-term exam will be held in three days.

Although I don’t have to go to school, I still have no time to spare in these three days because I have to sort out all the lessons I have learned in the past.

Su Haoyi sat in front of the desk, feeling the bottom of her sleeves were slightly cold, and she couldn't help but tighten her clothes.

Sima Lantai, who was standing beside him, asked, "It's cold? Go and add some clothes and come again."

"It's okay," Su Haoyi was a little lazy. After studying for two and a half days, his mind was full of energy and he couldn't stand it anymore: "Young master, why don't we go out for a walk, right?"

Sima Lantai then put down the book in his hand and said in a gentle tone: "Let's have lunch soon, are you going out?"

"Forget it!" Su lay on the table with kindness and said weakly: "It's cloudy, I don't know when it's time."

Her face was distorted by the tabletop, and she didn't care. Her hands were hanging on her back, twisting her body lazily, like a caterpillar.

"Can't learn it anymore?" Sima Lantai knew it very well when she saw her virtue.

"Senior brother is so smart," Su Haoyi was just a living monkey and climbed up the pole: "If I were half smart as you, why would it be so hard?"

"If you can't continue reading, just practice calligraphy!" Sima Lantai handed the pen to her.

But Su Haoyi didn't want to do anything now and refused to take the pen. Instead, he held one of Sima Lantai's hands with both hands, and was shaking, and acted coquettishly and slutty: "I want to see my senior brother draw, please draw for me!"

She can now call Sima Lantai naturally a senior brother, because if she calls it wrong, Sima Lantai will punish her to memorize and write.

Of course he wouldn't say it explicitly, but he was still discovered by Su Haoyi.

So once you want to be lazy, as long as you shout a few more times, you will probably get what you want.

"There is still half a book on Pharmacology and Stone Science." Sima Lantai reminded her.

Su Haoyi let out her hand. Of course she knew, but she was really tired.

Sima Lantai couldn't bear it, so he took a step back and said, "Would we change our way to practice calligraphy?"

"What method?" Su Haoyi couldn't be interested. No matter what method it was, wasn't it just practicing calligraphy?

"Today is the winter solstice, and it's time to start writing the picture of "Ninety-nine Cold Relief." In previous years, Sima Lantai never took these things to heart, nor would he do the so-called solar terms.

But this year is different. Su Haoyi followed him to Xianyuan Mountain, and he was willing to take care of every day.

"I haven't written the picture of "Nine Nine Cold Removal" yet." Su Haoyi finally sat up.

Of course she knew what the nine nine-nine cold-relieving map is. The so-called nine-nine cold-relieving map is to write the nine words "Take care for the spring wind in front of the pavilion" on a piece of paper.

Because each of these nine characters is nine strokes, and together they are ninety-nine or eighty-one strokes. From the day of the winter solstice, only one stroke is allowed every day. When these nine words are finished, the nine days will be over.

But this thing is usually written in literati or scholars or in the boudoir. Of course, this thing will not be written in the Chuyao Pavilion.

Sima Lantai asked Su Haoyi to write a picture of Jiujiu's cold-relieving, saying that it was practicing calligraphy, but of course it would not play any role. It was not bad for entertainment.

On a flat-screen paper with golden flowers, Su Haoyi was afraid to write such beautiful paper.

Sima Lantai stretched out his hand and wrapped Su Haoyi's little hand holding the pen.

Su Haoyi had long been used to teaching him to write, so he pushed his hair to the left. His white and slender neck was as slender as a flower peduncle, and his thin collarbone was faintly exposed under his collar, which was so exquisite that it was difficult to describe and draw.

Mo Tong came in from outside and happened to see Sima Lantai wrapping Su Haoyi in his arms and writing.
Chapter completed!