My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

A jacaranda is walking along the country road carrying a bamboo basket, with the bright moonlight above her head.

Huaying touched the jade pendant in her pocket and the gold hairpin that she picked up specially when she came back. She was in a good mood and said to herself that it was another day of doing good deeds.

"The wind blows over the mountain, the boat docks, the scenery is seen bit by bit, I go to the north, you go to the south, the stories are turned one by one..." Huaying sang softly while carrying a small bamboo basket on her back.

When Fu Shiyan reached the hillside and heard singing in the distance, he stopped and looked quietly at the girl who was walking towards him carrying a bamboo basket.

"If the moon hasn't come yet, the street lamps can shine on the windowsill, shining on the white camellia flowers blooming slightly. If the morning breeze hasn't come yet, the evening breeze can blow into my arms, blowing the shadows of the trees gently swaying..."

Huaying was immersed in the beautiful scenery in the lyrics, and didn't see the man standing in front of her. She walked closer and saw in the moonlight that the man was Fu Shiyan. She ran over happily, "Fu Shiyan, are you waiting for me?"

Fu Shiyan looked at her empty backpack, smiled, touched her head and said, "Let's go home." The little girl was hiding something from him today.

Along the way, Huaying explained the meaning of the lyrics with a smile, and Fu Shiyan listened quietly, replying a few words from time to time.

When she reached the door of her house, Huaying saw the newly planted bamboo at the door. She turned around in surprise and looked at Fu Shiyan behind her and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"It was sent by Aunt Zhang's daughter." Fu Shiyan looked at her. The little girl was quite content. A bamboo could make her happy.

"Dongxue is so thoughtful." Huaying was a little touched.

While the two were eating, Egg Yolk came over twisting and turning. Huaying found that the fluff on its body had turned into small brown feathers, and it was still fat.

Huaying joked, "Egg yolk, hurry up and lay an egg for me, or I will eat your flesh."

The yolk ignored her words and turned away.

After dinner, Huaying looked at the mung beans she had soaked in the morning. Seeing that the plump mung beans had begun to break, she poured out the water. She took two pieces of breathable gauze, one under the mung beans and one on top to cover them. She felt that the cover was a little thin, so she took a slightly thicker cloth, wet it and covered it.

After washing up and getting ready for bed, Fu Shiyan called her over, so she went to his room without wearing an outer coat and wearing only a moon-white inner garment with her hair loose. Her slender figure was faintly visible through the loose inner garment.

Sitting on a high stool, looking at the pile of manuscripts on his desk, she held her chin and asked, "Fu Shiyan, don't you feel bored writing every day?"

Fu Shiyan came over and put one of his coats on her and asked, "Are you bored designing jewelry?"

"That's different. I like design." Suddenly she understood that this handsome guy also wanted to add luster to this home.

"Can you make money by copying books?" Huaying was curious about how much she could earn.

"One cent per piece." Huaying calculated that a thousand pieces were only worth one tael, which was really not easy.

"You are already very capable. Don't copy if you are tired." Huaying thought, just because you have a cold and handsome face, I don't mind if you don't make a penny, not to mention that you are my lifesaver. I always feel that this man in front of me will be very capable in the future. Maybe this is the legendary partiality.

"Have you applied medicine on the wound on your hand? Bring me the ointment you just washed and I'll apply it on you." Fu Shiyan said, looking into Huaying's eyes.

"Ah? Oh, it's okay, it's just a minor injury, it will heal soon." Huaying said perfunctorily.

"I'm glad you're okay. Go to bed early." Seeing that she didn't mean to say anything, Fu Shiyan didn't ask any more questions.

Huaying looked at Fu Shiyan writing strangely, pouted and left. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but it's useless to tell you. It will only make one more person worry about the safety of the family.

If Fu Shiyan knew that he was so weak in her heart, would he be angry?

Huaying lay on the bed, looking at the jade pendant and thinking about the man in the cave. Would it be cold at night? Are there any wolves in the mountains... She fell asleep while thinking about it.

Fu Shiyan, who was sitting next to him, said to Fu Yi, who came to check on his legs, "Find someone you can trust to follow Huaying tomorrow."

"Yes." Fu Yi put the ointment on the table and left.

The next day Huaying changed the water for the mung bean and covered it with cloth again, then placed it under the eaves and found a thick black robe to wrap it.

"Fu Shiyan, do you have any ointment?" Huaying asked as soon as she entered his room.

"You took them all yesterday. Go to Tongxin Hall to get some more. By the way, bring me some medicine that the doctor prescribed last time. My legs hurt when it rains." Fu Shiyan said without raising his head while writing.

"Okay, then I'll be back soon." Huaying took some banknotes and left.

After arriving at Tongxin Hall to get the medicine, Huaying looked at the schedule and hurried home.

The man in the cave spent the night safely and his fever had subsided. He walked to the cave entrance and whistled a few times at the sky. He waited for a long time but his hawk did not come. It seemed that the hawk was in danger. He could only think of other ways to contact his own people.

After returning home, he gave the ointment to Fu Shiyan, said something to him, and then went into the mountains carrying the bamboo basket.