Chapter 106 "Relax, I'll take care of everything.

Wen Yu's cheeks deflated and she felt a little discouraged. She had thought Cheng Lian could dodge it.

"Wenyu." Song Linsheng's voice sounded in front of her.

Wen Yu raised her eyes and saw that he was indeed in front of her. The two strands of hair on his forehead were wet and stuck to the sides of his face, and water was still dripping down, drop by drop into his clothes.

That face was like a piece of unpolished jade washed by spring water, lustrous, full and straight.

"What's up?" Wen Yu crossed her arms, leaned forward, stared at Song Linsheng, and jokingly asked, "You're not going to call me Madam Wen Yu today?"

He was always polite in the past. Although she knew that he was a well-mannered and sophisticated person, when he called her "Madam Wenyu" and "Madam Wenyu", she always felt inexplicably distant. She didn't notice it before, but after hearing it so many times, she felt a little strange.

Song Linsheng was stunned at first when he heard this, as if he didn't know why Wen Yu would ask such a question, but when he reacted, he couldn't help but chuckle.

In an instant, the ice and snow melted, and spring mountains came into view.

She stood like a delicate orchid, a jade tree, and her smile was like the bright moon in one's arms. The brightness of her smile, mingled with a touch of youthful innocence, left Wen Yu stunned.

Song Lin gave birth to this person, just like his name, the winter disappeared and spring was born.

It was strange. She was the one who made the joke first, so why did she feel a little unnatural now?

Wen Yu stiffened his neck and refused to admit it, but his eyes began to look around aimlessly.

Song Linsheng stopped smiling and said seriously, "You feel cold after soaking in the water, and the sun is so strong. The sudden change of temperature can easily make you sick. You should go back to the mansion and rest first."

What he said made sense, but Wen Yu was uneasy at the moment and inexplicably started to refute, "But Lord Mu has brought everyone back to the government office, so why don't we go back with him?"

Speculation is just speculation after all. There are many common people, Shen Sheng, and... Lord Jia, all of whom need to be questioned one by one. How can they have time to return home and rest?

"Relax, I'll take care of everything."

Song Linsheng smiled softly and gave Wen Yu a soothing look.

Wen Yu had been held captive by Cheng Lian these past few days, and she hadn't known what life had been like. Even if she was healthy, she had lost her former spirit. Although she hadn't complained a single word since they met, always saying she was fine, how could he not see it?

He was even less willing to let Wen Yu rush to the government office right now. Even though he knew that Wen Yu must have had some adventures in the past few days, he couldn't bear to ask him at this time.

No matter what, let Wen Yu go back home and rest first.

Wen Yu was originally just a little confused, but after hearing what Song Linsheng said, somehow, even her cheeks became hot unconsciously, as if pieces of rosy clouds were flying, and her cheeks gradually became red.

She hesitated for a long time but didn't know how to answer. She just responded casually and ran towards the horse that had been arranged for Xiyan.

Only Song Linsheng, who saw through everything, was left behind, shaking his head helplessly. He smiled and followed slowly.

Each group of troops, led by Mu Tong, Yang Sheng and Xi Yan, dispersed and then gradually headed back to the city.

For a moment, the noise on the riverbank gradually died down, and even the cargo ship in the river was driven away by water by someone sent by the government.

The sky was green, the grass was lush, and the banks of the Yuan River were peaceful again, as if the confrontation during the day had never happened.

…

Guan'an Lane, Song Residence, Guanwu Garden.

When Wen Yu opened her eyes again, it was already dusk. The setting sun cast golden rays into the house, shining on the screen embroidered with green and blue flowers. It turned several times in the inner room and was projected onto the corners of her eyes, making her close her eyes and rest for a while.

The room was extremely quiet, without a sound of wind. Wen Yu felt as if she was wrapped in a peaceful and comfortable feather. In her daze, she unconsciously raised her hand to tug at the corner of the quilt and shrank deeper into the bed.

These days she was sometimes up the mountain, sometimes down the mountain, using the ground as her bed and the sky as her blanket. She didn't know what kind of life she was living, and her whole body was in pain.

The bed in Guanwuyuan is still very comfortable. It is true that it is easy to go from simple to luxurious, but difficult to go from luxurious to frugal.

It was so soft and warm. Wen Yu curled her lips, but the expression froze halfway through.

As a spirit, her natural sharpness did not slow down even though she closed her eyes. Just like now, even without getting up, she could still sense that there was someone in the room.

There are more than one or two.

There weren't many people serving in Guanwu Garden. Ever since Song Linsheng gave her the garden to live in, he had her lay off most of the staff. There weren't many people in the yard at all. In the past, there were only three of them: her, Azhu, and Abai.

But she felt that there were definitely more than three people in the room.

Wen Yu was startled and quickly lifted the quilt, then turned over and sat up.

"Who—" she shouted, her voice hoarse and low from just waking up.

It's no wonder she's cautious. She just recovered her spiritual power not long ago and hasn't slept well for several days, so she's naturally alert.

But with a "puff" sound, the situation inside the house came into view, and then Wen Yu's cheeks felt hot.

"You, you guys—"

A'bo threw himself on the edge of her bed, kneeling on the ground, holding the corner of the quilt that he had not had time to cover her with.

Ah Zhu's eyes, filled with tears, seemed to be able to support several small boats, and she was staring at Wen Yu without blinking.

Behind the biwu screen behind them, several round little heads popped out. From top to bottom, they were the sisters A'yuan and A'zhu, but the little brother named Yanzi was missing. They all blinked at Wenyu. A'zhu, the little crybaby, tugged at her brother A'yuan's sleeve and pouted at Wenyu, as if the flood in her eyes would burst at any moment.

As for the person standing behind the screen with his hands hanging down, he must be Xiyan, and the figure sitting in front of the window is undoubtedly Song Linsheng.

There are so many people in the room.

Wen Yu usually thought her bedroom was extremely spacious, but now she felt a little cramped.

Maybe it was because Wen Yu stood up so suddenly, but everyone looked at each other and no one spoke first.

Wen Yu's eyes swept across the room and finally landed on the position of herself half standing and half kneeling. She was neither standing nor sitting.

Under the attention of everyone in the room, Wen Yu quietly retreated, moving inch by inch.

It's indecent, really indecent.

Wen Yu tugged at her undershirt and felt a little shy. She used to think that appearance and body were just skin and she never cared about others seeing them.

But now, with so many people staring at her eagerly, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Wen Yu quickened her movements, quickly turned around and hid under the quilt, wrapping herself tightly.

Following her actions, Ah Zhu finally spoke first. She turned her head and shouted crisply.

"Brother Song, Sister Xiaoyu is awake!"

The sound was tender and sweet, full of joy and anticipation. It turned several corners in the air and flew out of the screen.

Then, A'bai, who was standing there in a daze, put down the quilt in his hand and quickly stood up. As she stepped forward, his eyes unconsciously turned red.

However, Azhu, who was sitting next to her, was not as restrained as she was.

Azhu opened his arms, pounced on Wenyu, and hugged her tightly through the quilt.

"My dear! My dear, you are finally back." She cried with tears and snot streaming down her face, sobbing, "You haven't come back for so many days... My dear, Ah Zhu is so worried!"

Ah Zhu's voice was like overlapping waves, one layer higher than the other, almost drowning Wen Yu.

If it were any other day, Abai would have pulled Ah Zhu away and scolded her by hitting her on the head, telling her not to offend her wife.

But now, Abai also let her go. Abai was introverted and could not do the same thing as Azhu, but he also stepped forward and added in a very low voice, "Yes, my wife is not here, who will Abai comb her hair for?"

Wen Yu huddled in the quilt in a daze, watching Azhu's tears falling like beans, and Abai's eyes turn red. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

Her red lips were slightly parted, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and she could only look left and right.

With Azhu and Abai leading the way, Ayuan and the others, who had half of their bodies hidden behind the screen, whispered a few words to each other. Then Azhu jogged a few steps outside, as if she had received someone's approval. When she came back, she took Ayuan and the other sisters, brothers and sisters directly over the screen and came to Wenyu's side.

"Sister Xiaoyu!"

"Sister Wen!"

The voices of Azhu, Ayuan and several other children mixed together. The tender voices, mixed with worry and joy, came towards Wenyu like the wind.

But they stopped after running three or two steps in front of the bed and did not move forward, seeming a little restrained and shy.

"Sister Xiaoyu." It was Ah Zhu who spoke.

She turned to look at A Yuan and saw that he was smiling. He seemed to have received some encouragement. She mustered up her courage and took a few more steps forward until she came to Wen Yu's bed.

"Sister, you...you're awake."

Ah Zhu's cheeks were rosy, like a soft cloud, and her complexion looked more hydrated than when she was seen at Hou Tu Temple a few days ago. She was also wearing new clothes.

The same goes for Ayuan and the others behind her.

While she stared at Wen Yu timidly, she kept turning around to glance at A Yuan who was a few steps behind her.

Seeing this, Wen Yu guessed something. She thought that after returning from Houtu Temple that day, Song Linsheng had settled Ayuan's brothers and sisters in the Song residence, not only providing them with shelter but also taking care of their food and clothing.

Looking at the handsome figure in front of the window outside, Wen Yu felt warm in her heart.

"Sister Xiaoyu, this is for you!" Ah Zhu took a step towards the bed, and a pair of hands stretched out from behind her.

The leaves are white and the buds are yellow, noble and elegant.

A pure white magnolia lay in her tender and thin palm.

Wen Yu still had Ah Zhu hanging on her neck, refusing to let go. One of her jade arms came out from under the quilt and hugged Ah Zhu's back stiffly, while the other hand slowly reached out to take the flower in Ah Zhu's palm.

When she was about to touch Ah Zhu's fingertips, Ah Zhu generously took her hand and placed the magnolia in her palm.

Wen Yu was stunned again, and gradually felt a little at a loss.

Ever since she gained intelligence in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, she has watched the endless stream of pilgrims coming and going in the courtyard every day and listened to all kinds of interesting stories in the mortal world. It seems that she has long been accustomed to the hustle and bustle.

But the liveliness belongs to them, and she is just a silent paulownia tree.

Later, her master helped her transform and took her to the Eastern Heaven Palace, where she could speak again. However, in the Spring Temple, there were only her master and Chi Huangjun, and they were often very busy, so she naturally had no chance to interact with them.