Sun Qing was unconvinced: "Grandpa, you always say that I am stupid and can't learn, and you still think that I am a girl with too little ability.
If I were a boy, you certainly wouldn't feel that way.
I didn't beg Young Master Yu to teach me this golden acupuncture technique, but she took the initiative to teach me..."
Old Sun showed the same shocked expression as Sun Qing: "Really?"
"Really, don't you know if you go and see it for yourself?"
"A person like him will pass on his housekeeping skills to you?"
"Young Master Yu said that he has more than just housekeeping skills, just a little golden needle acupuncture. A genius doctor like him doesn't care about those false names. If I learn it, I can help her reduce the burden." Sun Qing quickly folded the cloth neatly, lifted her feet and walked out: "This white cotton cloth is for me to draw a map of the acupuncture points of the human body. I can't cut it into clothes for you, grandpa."
After finishing speaking, her back also disappeared at the door, and the sound of pattering footsteps also disappeared quickly.
After being shocked, Elder Sun had regained his composure. He immediately stood up, grabbed a crutch in his hand, and followed him to the pharmacy.
Mo Siyu didn't sit or stand, she slumped on the low couch, thinking about the music she heard in the middle of the night.
Those pieces of music were like a spell, lingering in her mind, annoying her very much.
When footsteps sounded from far to near, Mo Siyu sat up straight with his legs crossed on the low couch.
Sun Qing trotted in and put a stack of white cotton cloths in front of her, "Are these enough?"
Mo Siyu unfolded and said repeatedly: "Enough is enough, I can't use such a long size."
"I bought this cotton cloth from the mountains to collect medicinal herbs, carried it back to the market for money, and then bought it to cut clothes for my grandfather." Sun Qing dragged a stool and sat down on the opposite side of the table. He looked at Mo Siyu anxiously: "Anyway, my grandfather is not short of clothes for the time being, so he won't need this piece of cotton cloth for the time being."
Mo Siyu raised the brush and motioned to Sun Qing: "Red sleeves add fragrance."
"What do you mean?" Sun Qing was confused.
Mo Siyu's writing brush landed on the white cotton cloth: "It means that I want you to help me grind ink. Have you not seen that in those scripts, there are all scholars reading and writing, and a beautiful lady is grinding ink at the side, and the two are in love with each other. Do you flirt?"
Sun Qing: "..."
Sun Qing blushed, "I, I never read those scripts."
"Brother Yu just likes to read those indecent books, but don't spoil Miss Sun Qing." A deep voice came from behind.
Mo Siyu looked back, and saw Chu Chuyan standing behind her in a moon-white robe.
The man's face was dark and displeased, and he bowed his hands to Sun Qing solemnly and apologized: "Miss Sun Qing, brother Yu is good at everything, but he likes to talk nonsense, so don't take it seriously. .”
Sun Qing's face became even redder: "No, no, no, I won't take it seriously."
"It's fine if you don't take it seriously." Standing behind Mo Siyu, Chu Chuyan continued: "Young Master Yu, no matter where he goes, whenever he sees a girl, he will start to make fun of it, and he did it the same way last time. Yuehua girl.
Miss Sun Qing, in fact, Brother Yu didn't mean anything malicious, he just had a...a little...casual mouth. "
Sun Qing nodded again and again: "I understand."
"After a while, when Elder Sun's health recovers, I plan to send Brother Yu back to Jincheng." Chu Chuyan lowered his eyes and glanced at Mo Siyu: "If Brother Yu has gone too far, please invite Brother Yu to return to Jincheng." Miss Qing, please forgive me."