I failed again

After hearing what Song Shujing said, Mo Hanqi stopped explaining. He just nodded slightly, saying in agreement: "Well, since you know the reason, that's great. This way, I can save myself a lot of trouble. Now, let's go back to the house." After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the house.

Song Shujing nodded and followed closely. After a while, the two returned to the house together. As soon as they entered the door, Mo Hanqi led Song Shujing through the living room and went straight to the small study on the side. Along the way, Mo Hanqi's steps were steady and light, as if he knew every inch of the space here; while Song Shujing looked around with a little curiosity, secretly speculating in his heart what secrets this small study was hiding.

When Song Shujing was looking at the layout of the house in the morning, he found such a small study on the left side of the house, but he only took a quick look at it at that time, not as carefully as he is now.

At this moment, he carefully followed Mo Hanqi's steps and slowly walked into this slightly cramped small study. The moment he stepped into the door, a faint scent of ink hit his nose. Although the layout of the study was simple, it exuded a simple and peaceful atmosphere.

In the middle of the room, there is a slightly old desk, which has been wiped clean. On the desk are neatly placed the four treasures of the study - a Duan inkstone, a brush, an ink stick and a stack of snow-white rice paper. The brush has a slender pen holder and the tip is as soft and delicate as a goat's hair; the Duan inkstone is beautifully carved, and the lines on it are as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water; the ink stick exudes a faint fragrance, as if you can smell the cultural heritage of thousands of years.

At the foot of the desk, there is a bamboo book basket quietly placed. The book basket is filled with various books and scrolls, some of which have turned slightly yellow, as if they have experienced the baptism of time. These books may carry the wisdom and thoughts of the predecessors, waiting for the destined people to read and explore.

"I asked someone to add some books you want to read to the study. From now on, this small study will be yours." Mo Hanqi said, "Tell me if you need anything, and I will arrange it for you."

Song Shujing's eyes were filled with joy, and the smile on his face became more sincere and lively, "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

"As long as you like it." Mo Hanqi felt much happier when he saw Song Shujing's smile.

Song Shujing looked around the small study room, and his happy mood gradually calmed down. Even the study room was prepared for him. It seemed that he would not be able to leave in the short term.

Well, at least there is no need to worry about life.

Song Shujing came to the desk and sat down, took out a book of poetry from the book basket and started flipping through it. Mo Hanqi sat beside him to keep him company.

The whole afternoon passed like this.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Hanqi brought Song Shujing out of the small study and went to the front hall for dinner.

After dinner, two servants came in, one brought a bowl of black medicine, and the other brought a plate of candied fruit.

Song Shujing took the bowl of medicine. As soon as he took it, he smelled a bitter taste and frowned, but he still drank it with his eyes closed.

The bitter taste of the medicine spread in his mouth, and Song Shujing's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. At this time, Mo Hanqi fed him a candied fruit.