Chapter 108: The first one seems to be from Song Linsheng...

Wen Yu pinched the hem of her clothes, and couldn't help but lift her sleeves to look around. She didn't know that Song Linsheng could do these things.

"That's right! Calligraphy and painting are inseparable. I heard from Xi Yan that you are proficient in everything, and color mixing is naturally indispensable."

Ah Zhu became increasingly excited as he spoke, his face practically dancing with joy. "But that's secondary. The only person who could make you so devoted is my wife."

"Azhu!" Abai dissuaded in a low voice. She was becoming more and more disrespectful. Did she think she could talk about the young master's affairs casually?

Ah Bo has always been reserved and cautious. At this moment, she glanced outside, reached out to cover Ah Zhu's restless mouth, and pretended to hit him.

"Oh, Sister Abai, please spare me, please spare me." Ah Zhu laughed and ran around Wen Yu. "My dear, look at her—"

Having said that, he ran out.

When A'bo saw that Wenyu had finished dressing up, he chased A'zhu out. They were all very happy that their lady was finally safe and sound today and had returned safely. Even A'bo was not really angry with A'zhu, he was just joking.

The sky clears after the rain?

Wen Yu pursed her lips, but she couldn't stop the corners of her lips from turning up. She put her hands together to support her cheeks and rubbed her face roughly.

She likes it very much.

The laughter of Azhu and Abai gradually faded away, and then suddenly stopped in an instant. I could only hear their hurried footsteps, and then no other sound could be heard.

This couldn't help but attract Wen Yu's attention.

"Abo? Azhu?"

Wen Yu raised her hand and touched the hair at the back of her head, then picked up her dress and went out to see why the two of them stopped talking.

But just as she walked around the Biwu screen and took a step forward, she stopped where she was.

Dressed in white, covered in moonlight.

Song Linsheng was standing outside the doorway. His long black hair was not tied into a bun as usual, but half of it was tied up and hung down behind his back in a homely style.

Half of his body was hidden in the night, and the other half of his face was lit by the candlelight in the room. Even from a distance, one could tell what it meant to be elegant and handsome.

Wen Yu couldn't help but swallow.

She had read Song Linsheng's books, among which there were countless official histories and classics, including astronomy and geography. It can be said that they were all-encompassing and covered a wide range.

But now, she has thrown all that knowledge behind her and only remembers one sentence——

"The white-clad figure enters the meditation with such purity, whose beauty is so extraordinary that no one can know it." [Note]

This situation and scene are the most appropriate to describe Song Linsheng.

It turns out that the poems and sentences in the book can also be so concrete.

Wen Yu pinched the corner of her clothes, and the strength in her hands unconsciously increased. She was afraid that the dress that she had just asked A Bo to straighten for her would have many wrinkles on her fingertips.

However, Wen Yu was completely unaware of this and just stood there blankly, a little dazed.

Leaving aside the gods and immortals, even spirits and monsters can change their appearances freely according to the level of their cultivation, so getting a good-looking appearance is not a difficult task for them.

But Song Linsheng was born as a mortal, yet he was so handsome, with a complexion like jade and a demeanor more beautiful than snow.

"Where are you staying?"

Song Linsheng's voice sounded, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, gradually flowing and slowly reaching Wen Yu's ears.

"You're not in a hurry for your 'water basin mutton' now?"

A soft laugh escaped his lips, and he took a step forward over the threshold. His face, half hidden in the shadows, gradually emerged in the candlelight.

While allowing Wen Yu to see more clearly, he also got one step closer to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu suddenly felt awkward for some reason.

This was not the first time Song Linsheng had given her something. On the contrary, when she first entered Guanwu Garden, Song Linsheng had already arranged all kinds of fine jewelry for her, including clothes, hairpins and rings.

But today she just felt that something was strange and wrong. After hesitating for a while, she still hesitated and refused to move forward.

In Song Linsheng's eyes, it looked like a blue lotus just blooming after the rain, standing quietly among the lake and mountains.

He was born weak, and his family believed the words of the traveling sorcerer so tightly that they would not allow him to go near the water at all. Not to mention lakes and rivers, even the lotus pond at home was filled up by his mother, Madam Song, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the water and cause trouble.

Therefore, let alone blue lotus, he rarely sees even ordinary lotus.

But now, Wen Yu was standing far away, making him feel that the blue lotus that he had only seen in scrolls before seemed to be right in front of him.

Song Linsheng's eyelashes twitched slightly, and he put aside his thoughts. He raised his sleeve and waved, extremely gentle.

"Come quickly and have dinner with me."

Wen Yu bit her lower lip lightly, feeling her throat dry. After swallowing hard several times, she walked towards Song Linsheng's side.

Before I got close, a faint fragrance hit me in the face.

The smell is like a spring mountain after rain, or wind blowing through fog and mist. It is clear and quiet yet profound, with endless lingering aftertaste, making people unconsciously fall into it.

It seemed to be the smell of Song Linsheng.

Wen Yu frowned, took a deep breath, and tried to distinguish it again -

Because, in the past, the smell on Song Linsheng's body was not so strong.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a light cough.

When Wen Yu raised her eyes, she met Song Linsheng's twinkling eyes.

Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled, and he turned away and looked away, not looking at Wen Yu. He turned around, stepped over the threshold and walked out.

Will it be too obvious?

He raised his sleeve to cover his nose and sniffed the corner of his clothes.

He had been checking files in the government office for several days and had not washed himself properly for a long time. It was inappropriate for Wen Yu to see him looking so unkempt by the Yuan River during the day, so he quickly took a bath and changed his clothes when he returned home, and even used some incense while washing himself.

Song Linsheng's face flushed. He had little contact with women and didn't know how to get along with them. He had originally wanted to tidy up as much as possible so that Wen Yu wouldn't be upset, but now it seemed like he had gone too far.

He frowned, hoping not to offend Wen Yu.

Wen Yu had never thought of so many things. At this moment, Song Linsheng's look fell into Wen Yu's eyes and she just thought that he was uncomfortable, and it was also because of this dress.

In this way, the two of them walked one in front and the other behind, each with their own thoughts.

In the past, the two of them always had endless things to talk about. Wen Yu liked listening to Song Linsheng talk about the scenery of the capital, liked listening to discussions with him about what kind of dishes Uncle Song had prepared, and even more liked listening to what interesting things happened in Jiangyang Mansion every day, from big fights to small things like looking for cats and dogs. He was willing to talk, and she was happy to listen.

There has never been a time as silent as this one.

"I...I like it very much."

Wen Yu didn't know why, but she started to stutter. She usually talked the most and always asked questions. She didn't feel embarrassed when she encountered something she didn't know and needed Song Linsheng to explain it.

Today is really strange.

"Hmm... I'm glad I like it." Song Linsheng, like Wen Yu, pondered for a moment, "When the rain stops and the sky clears, this color will suit you perfectly in the future."

Instead, he became even more silent.

Wen Yu loosened her grip, finally letting go of the new dress. She gathered her strength and stepped forward, walking side by side with Song Linsheng, and began to make small talk.

"You were all gathered in the house just now, why didn't you see Lady Zhibai?"

She was pregnant and had been frightened, and it was unknown whether the previous treatment was effective.

"Don't worry, Lady Zhibai is fine."

Song Linsheng stepped aside to give Wen Yu enough space to walk. "Mrs. Zhibai came to visit you earlier, but she was heavy and had difficulty moving around, and she got sleepy easily, so I persuaded her to go back to the house and rest."

"Everything is fine in the mansion, but Ayuan's little brother, Yanzi, has a fever and has been recuperating in his room for the past few days. We won't be able to see him for a while."

This moment is naturally the time for dinner.

Song Linsheng's voice was calm and gentle, like the sound of a stream flowing in Wen Yu's ears. He wanted to tell her everything that had happened in the past few days when Wen Yu was away.

He seemed to have forgotten that it was only a few hours ago that he heard these reports from Uncle Song.

Wen Yu nodded. Since he was sick, let him have a good rest.

Suddenly, her mind raced, and she didn't even care about her favorite mutton in the basin. She hurriedly asked, "Is Master Mu back?"

"Yes, they should be at the government office now." Song Linsheng paused and said seriously, "Xiyan went there with Lord Mu. As you said, all thirty-six people have been arrested. Don't worry."

Wen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that day when she had just said goodbye to Bu Wenjun, Cheng Lian grabbed Shen Sheng and went into Yuechu Garden. The group looked at each other in bewilderment, and the situation was deadlocked.

It turned out that Cheng Lian was worried about Shen Sheng looking after her alone, so he hurried after her. However, he happened to see that although Shen Sheng was following her, he was far behind her. He had no intention of watching over her and seemed to be indulgent, which made Cheng Lian very angry.

She had originally thought that although she had regained her magical powers, she didn't know how to start. She could either lure the snake out of its hole or catch the turtle in the jar, but she needed some time.

Obviously, Cheng Lian didn't give her much time. Instead, he was on edge and ready to fight like a fire cup that could be ignited at any moment.

Then she naturally doesn't need to be polite——

After a fight, Wen Yu stood among the crowd and clapped his hands gently.

Although she was just a little fairy who had transformed not long ago, it was still difficult for mortals to match her strength. It was effortless for her to knock down a few people.

As for those in the front yard who had not followed, Wen Yu controlled them all with a single gesture, making them unable to move.

As for Cheng Lian...

"I've already interrogated Cheng Lian." Wen Yu turned around and faced Song Linsheng. "He used the alias Zhao Kuo and ostensibly maintained a caravan, but in reality, some of the people in it were his minions."

As for how the trial was conducted, Wen Yu did not mention a word, as if he wanted to get away with it. If Song Linsheng asked, he could only say that he had his own clever plan and that the lord did not need to ask.

Wen Yu made up his mind and continued, "It wasn't by chance that he passed through Jiangyang Prefecture. He had received the news long before and knew that the prefect of Jiangyang was about to take office."

He is always out doing business, so it's normal for him to be well-informed.

"He captured White Lady Zhi, not because he had any grudge against her or Chen Mian, but because he wanted to kill her to vent his anger."

"Vent your anger?" Song Linsheng frowned, seeming to be a little bit unbelievable.

"That's right." Wen Yu nodded. "He knew from the beginning that Lord Jia had arrested Chen Mian. Although he didn't know what crime he had committed, it didn't matter to him."

"He just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill Lady Zhibai and put the blame on Lord Jia."

A gust of wind blew up from behind, making Wen Yu feel cold on her back. She turned sideways and looked back. The night lights in the corridor swayed gently in the faint sound of the wind, making the candlelight look like waves, floating up and down on Wen Yu's dress.

Wen Yu took a quick glance and didn't look at it any further.

"Putting the blame on others?"