Su Huai and Huo Siwei on their way to the capital

Su Huai and Huo Siwei stopped and stopped all the way, as long as they rested in the inn for a while, the first thing Su Huai did was to write a letter to Su Meng.

Su Huai squatted on the chair, holding a pen in his mouth, scratching his head and cheeks for a long time, writing rice paper, and holding it up to look at it for a long time after writing, as if he was appreciating his masterpiece.

Huo Civic walked slowly into the room and looked at him, "Still writing?" ”

Su Huai looked at the letter with his eyes, and kept moving, "That's not it, let me tell you, my family's favorite thing is to listen to stories!" Even I wondered, although she could handle all the female workers, she didn't like any of them, and she liked to listen to the storyteller's chatter. ”

Huo Siwei took off his robe and put it on the hanger, "Oh? ”

Su Huai looked at him with the pen and continued: "She once heard that there was a storyteller in Liangcheng, who knew astronomy and geography, knew everything, and also walked through the country of Yu, Sere, and Tatar, and knew many interesting secrets, but it was hard to find. My sister tried to listen to him tell the story, but she looked at the thatched house and listened to him for seven days before losing interest. ”

(Su Meng floated by: Su Huai, you pit me)

Su Huai wrote three or four pages, but he really had nothing to say, looked back at Huo Siwei who was meditating on the bed, and suddenly said: "Civic, why don't you write some too, I feel that she likes you quite a lot, and I may be happier to see you write to her!" ”

(Su Luo floated by, brother, awesome!) ）

Huo Siwei's hands stiffened, and he opened his eyes and looked at Su Huai, "This is not good." ”

"What is good or bad, when the time comes, put it together with my letter, there will be no other gossip." Su Huai put the brush on the inkstone.

(Su Ming: Brother, that's right!) ）

Huo Siwei got out of bed, took the brush, stared at the rice paper for a long time, and suddenly the bright moonlight slowly swallowed the darkness, he looked up at the white jade plate, and said in a trance: "I don't know that Liangcheng is the same kind of moonlight?" ”

Su Huai saw that he had already started writing, pinched the little windmill and smiled, "Write more, she must love to read what you write!" ”

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When Su Huai rushed to the capital, he looked at the tall vermilion gate, blurred his vision with tears, and said with a smile: "I'm finally back." ”

Riding a horse into the capital, changing the lazy riding posture of the past, and keeping the back straight, no one will look down on himself or the Su family.

Su Huai and Huo Civic went hand in hand, and suddenly Su Huai was close to Huo Civic's ear at the second fork, only to see Huo Civic nodding, Su Huai rode away.

Su Huai came to the door of the Taishi Mansion, raised his head, and looked at the word, the person who lifted the pen must have a furrow in his chest, and he was upright.

Su Huai knocked lightly on the door, but no one came to open it for a long time, so he had to stuff the letter in his arms into the crack of the door.

"Master Su, you can make it easy to find the miscellaneous family!" Su Huai looked back when he heard the sound, and an official with a dust in his hand was looking at him.

He looked back at the tightly closed door and sighed.