Chapter 1305 Where is Qingxuan?

Unexpectedly, the mother and daughter spent more than an hour drinking that one pot of tea.

When Xu Dahong brought in the lamp, Song Chunxue realized that it was already dark.

"Mother, you can rest here tonight. I'll get you a new quilt to warm the kang (heated brick bed)."

Song Chunxue stood up. "No need. There's not enough room on your kang (heated brick bed). I prefer my kang to sleep on."

"You guys go to sleep early. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow morning. You don't need to see me off. I hate seeing people off. It's really upsetting. It's better to leave quietly, okay, boss?"

Jiang Yeming also stood up. "Mom, take this jar of honey, and also a jar of minced meat. Xu Dahong's cooking is pretty good."

"Yes, I've had it on the kitchen counter for several days, thinking I'd get it for Mom." Xu Dahong put down the lamp and hurried to the kitchen.

The children were already asleep. There was a time when she would also watch the children fall asleep early at this time, and then make clothes and shoes for them under the oil lamp, patching their clothes.

Almost no one in this village has suffered the hardships she endured.

Looking back now, I feel mentally exhausted.

Thankfully, she is free now.

Jiang Yeming dropped her off halfway. It was a dark night, and the road was covered with snow, making the night seem less dark.

"Mother is going out. It just so happens to be snowing today. You may have to wait a few more days until the snow melts before you can leave."

“I can still walk. I’ll ride a horse, not a carriage, so it won’t affect anything.” She turned around and waved her hand. “Go back. Wandering around outside so late at night, bringing with you the chill, isn’t good for the child. Go back quickly.”

"Okay, then Mother, be careful and walk slowly on the road. This snow is very slippery."

"Yes, I know."

She wasn't slippery at all in this snow, even though she was wearing the deerskin boots she had bought in the capital. She wasn't cold either.

That night, she snuggled into the warm bed and slept soundly.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

The roosters from the Cheng family above and the Wang family below woke her up from her sleep. She was planning to take a break when she heard a clattering sound coming from the kitchen.

She worried that her dream lover, who never lifted a finger, would burn her kitchen down.

"What are you doing?" Song Chunxue scolded before stepping into the kitchen. "Are you trying to smash my pot?"

"No," Mengzhongjun pinched his ear, feeling rather embarrassed, "I rarely boil water myself. Your big iron pot cuts my hand, and I cut my palm. When I was scooping water, I accidentally burned my hand and broke your water ladle. I'm sorry, I'll replace it with a new one for you."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Song Chunxue didn't know what to say.

What's the point of bringing him along? He's just getting in the way.

This place is still safe.

"Alright, move aside, I'll scoop it for you. Why are you up so early? You're quite diligent."

"Your kang (heated brick bed) smells earthy; I'd like to boil some water for a bath."

Song Chunxue scooped water for him. "You'd better leave before you wash up. You'll be staying another night. Or you can go back today and find a nice inn."

“I can’t wait,” Meng Zhongjun said in a low voice. “I didn’t sleep a wink last night, Master Song. I was so blind to your greatness before. I dared to beg you. I never thought I would be the one who got pecked in the eye by the hawk. I haven’t had a nightmare in over twenty years. Last night, every time I closed my eyes, I was either falling off a cliff or crawling into a hole in the ground, a hole that was getting narrower and narrower. I was even thrown into a pot by some evil cultivator who was making pills from people. I really want to go back.”

Song Chunxue found his words rather unsettling. "Stop talking nonsense. The feng shui here is excellent, just like Master Han said. And my master, do you know who my master is?"

As she was talking, she realized what she had said.

"Have you forgotten that you can be considered a heretical cultivator or demonic cultivator? This place is inherently unfavorable to you, and the magic array here is specifically designed to protect you."

"..." Meng Zhongjun was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands together forcefully, "How is that possible? I am a legitimate dream cultivator. I was backfired from becoming an official, but I neither killed anyone nor refined demonic energy..."

Song Chunxue looked at him with a half-smile, "If you didn't kill anyone, why did you start targeting me so early? Could it be that I'm the first person you've ever considered killing? Who would believe that? I certainly don't, and you probably don't believe it yourself either. Stop struggling, I didn't say anything else."

Mengzhongjun gave an awkward laugh, then said, "I'm going to take a nap. You go ahead and do your work."

Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha, what a great thief crying 'stop thief'! So you still don't realize who you really are. How are you going to break through like this?"

Mengzhongjun stormed off in a huff.

Song Chunxue went outside to shovel the snow, but she soon realized that the snow was too thick for her to handle alone.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Get up and shovel the snow. Go back to sleep after you're done."

She pounded on Mengzhongjun's door, and he got up with a dark face, picked up a broom and started sweeping the snow.

But soon he discovered that the snow had to be shoveled.

Song Chunxue is stronger than before, so clearing snow is not as strenuous for her.

But she knew that houses in the north fall into disrepair quickly when no one lives there because snow isn't swept away in winter.

Melting snow will soften the ground, allowing seeds of all kinds of flowers and grasses to take root and sprout in the spring, and weeds will grow everywhere inside and outside the yard.

In the past two years, the eldest son has occasionally come to shovel snow, so the yard and the gate are relatively smooth, but the surrounding area is messy.

It seems she needs to give the eldest son more things, and at least sweep the yard when it snows, and weed it after a while.

Unexpectedly, the snow removal only took an hour, and Mengzhongjun was so tired that he sat on the steps panting.

"Seriously, this is exhausting! Normally in the Demon Sect, I would never have to do this kind of work. Even the outer disciples don't do it. It's always the servants in the sect who do these things. You, you don't know how to enjoy life. You do everything yourself."

Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "If you did everything yourself, you wouldn't always like to plunder other people's achievements, let alone take their lives."

"..." He simply shut up and stopped talking.

That night, Song Chunxue listened to the howling wind outside and couldn't close her eyes for a long time.

...

"Knock knock knock!"

"They're leaving soon. The Lord sent word that they've reached Five Springs Mountain and encountered some trouble. Why aren't you up yet? It's already past noon."

Song Chunxue threw back the covers. "Go feed the dog, I'll rinse my mouth and then we'll leave."

"..." Upon hearing that the task of feeding the dog had fallen to him, Mengzhongjun was so angry that his teeth itched.

But he still went to the kitchen, found some cooked potatoes, mashed them, mixed them with boiling water and wheat bran, and gave them to the wolfhound.

That's how Song Chunxue fed him yesterday. He even complained that she was stingy, since the dogs of their Demon Sect always ate meat.

"Squeak~"

Song Chunxue brushed her teeth with a brush and coarse salt and aconite powder. When Meng Zhongjun heard the noise and turned around, he was almost blinded by her attire.

"Dressed up so formally today, are you going to see Lord Xie?" He couldn't help but sarcastically ask. "Everyone's forgotten about you. I think you're just throwing yourself at a blind man. Your new apprentice is quite good, but a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow. There are plenty of handsome men in the world, why don't you go instead..."

Suddenly, the sword tip was pointed at his nose. Meng Zhongjun wisely shut his mouth. "Master Song is a man of deep affection. I wish you two could become a couple."

Song Chunxue rinsed her mouth, stuffed the brush into the bamboo tube, and put it into her storage ring.

"Tell me honestly, in your evil cultivation secrets, is there any way to make the love threads grow faster?" she threatened openly. "Otherwise, I'll tell Huo Xiang that you still want to kill me, and that you entered my dreams while I was asleep..."

"Thump~"

He suddenly conjured a clone of himself and knelt before her. "Master Song, if I had one, I would have already made a deal with you. Why would I wait until now?"

"But don't you know? Even if the threads of love grow back, the person he falls in love with won't be you. That Qingxuan was at Liuyun Temple the other day, and you didn't even lay a hand on him. You're truly magnanimous!"

"Crack!"

Song Chunxue crushed the broom.

She straightened up and calmly asked, "Do you know where he is now?"

"It's at Wuquan Mountain! Let's go. Using his life to rekindle Lord Xie's love is the only way to make him remember you. This is called 'the one who tied the knot must untie it.'" Meng Zhongjun urged excitedly, adding fuel to the fire.

P.S.: This chapter is very long! It's a rough chapter!