Chapter 127 "Madam Wen and I are indeed old friends...

A light laugh escaped, bringing Wen Yu back to reality.

"This lady, rubbing your eyes all the time is not a good habit."

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Wen Yu immediately dropped her hands.

But she was still dazed, not daring to respond, but could not help but glance at the person who came.

Although he was dressed in human clothes, his appearance, temperament, and posture were clearly her master's.

It is undoubtedly the Goddess of Spring of the Wutong Ancestral Temple, or the Lord Ju Mang of the Spring Temple.

Why did the master come here? She just thought the master was busy with official duties and had no time to discipline her.

I suddenly saw him today, and Wen Yu, who had done something wrong, always wanted to hide.

I don’t know whether Chi Huang helped her repair the broken branch of the immortal tree.

"Madam Wen, this is the doctor who is here to take the pulse of Chen Shuli." The servant who led the way earlier said at the right time.

He still kept his eyes and brows lowered, neither looking nor talking much.

After saying this, he bowed and left without even waiting for Wen Yu to respond.

For a moment, Wen Yu and Ju Mang were left alone in the corridor.

Wen Yu's hands and feet were stiff, like stone carvings.

She was like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes fixed on her toes. As for her master, she didn't even dare to look at him.

Ju Mang curled his lips slightly, feeling a little amused. Was he really that scary?

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"Master...Master..." Wen Yu's lips moved, but she couldn't make out what he meant.

The determination she had just shown in the dungeon, that she would accept any punishment, disappeared without a trace.

Ju Mang saw that her nose was not a nose, her eyes were not eyes, her whole face was wrinkled, and she looked like she was about to cry.

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward. He was tall, and even though Wen Yu was standing on the stone steps, he was still half a head shorter than him.

Ju Mang reached out and scratched Wen Yu's nose.

"I'm here."

Because I am here, even if you poke a hole in the sky, I can fix it.

Ju Mang smiled helplessly, and the doting between his eyebrows almost overflowed.

Wen Yu's eyes were immediately filled with tears. Her master's gentle face appeared double in front of her eyes. She didn't even bother to wipe her tears. Her nose felt sore and she opened her mouth and burst into tears.

"I knew it... I knew it..."

She knew that her master was the best and loved her the most.

All the fear and grievances that Wen Yu had been feeling for days were relieved the moment her master appeared.

She opened her arms and hugged Ju Mang's elbow. The fragrance of flowers and plants on Ju Mang's clothes lingered at Wen Yu's nose. The familiar feeling was like returning to the Temple of Spring, making her feel extremely at ease.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Ju Mang comforted softly, relieving Wen Yu's anxious mood.

A "creaky" sound was heard behind Wen Yu, and as the door opened and closed, Song Linsheng poked his head out from the inner room.

"Xiaoyu, is the doctor here?"

Wen Yu, the little crybaby, had no time to wipe away her tears when she heard Song Linsheng's voice.

For a moment, Wen Yu did nothing except respond and look back at Song Linsheng.

She stood there stiffly, her arms still hanging on the arms of the "doctor" Ju Mang, while Ju Mang's hands patted Wen Yu's vest lightly, intermittently, and the casualness made it seem more intimate.

As Song Linsheng asked the question, this was the scene that came into his sight. He was suddenly speechless and even forgot what he was going to say.

This person... is really handsome.

This was the first time Song Linsheng used the word "beautiful" to praise someone.

Before this, he never cared about beauty or ugliness, nor did he judge people by appearance. He always felt that this was an extremely subjective judgment.

A pearl is to one person, but a fish eye to another.

Everyone has their own preferences. Where in the world is there any unified standard to judge beauty and ugliness?

But the doctor before him… opened his eyes. At that moment, he felt as if a unified principle might exist.

Such a beauty is probably unseen in heaven or on earth.

"Xiaoyu...are you acquainted with this doctor?"

Since he and Xiaoyu met, they had walked through streets and alleys, through woods and up hills, but they had never been so... so intimate.

Song Linsheng felt ashamed and embarrassed. How could he have such thoughts?

He didn't mean to offend Xiaoyu or get close to her...

But, but... when he saw Xiaoyu being so close to the man next to her, he always felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

Song Linsheng stood there in a daze, neither stepping out nor turning back to enter the inner room. He was just stuck in the door frame, his eyes fixed on Wen Yu, not moving.

Rays of morning light filtered through the eaves, and the thin golden light climbed up the steps and stopped at the hem of Wen Yu's skirt, shrouding her and Ju Mang in a halo of warm light.

Song Linsheng, who was standing at the door, was hidden in the misty shadows.

Although it was only a distance of three or two steps, the separation between cold and warm, and the stratification of light and shadow, drew a clear line between Song Linsheng and Wen Yu.

The world is so close, and yet so far away.

"Hmm...hmm?" Wen Yu raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears, mumbling in her throat, but she reacted after a moment.

Wen Yu seemed to be pricked by a needle, and immediately let go of his hand, stepped back two steps, stood still, put his hands behind his back, and rubbed his sleeves with his fingertips uncontrollably.

Shouldn't she and this "doctor"... know each other?

Right now, it seemed like no matter how she explained the relationship between her and her master to Song Linsheng, she couldn't make it out.

Wen Yu bit her lower lip lightly, wondering what to do.

Ju Mang paused, lowered his head and looked at his empty arms. The wide sleeves still had traces of swaying, indicating that they were just held in someone's hands.

The unique scent of ancient wood from Wen Yu still lingered in his nose, but Wen Yu had already retreated a long way...

Ju Mang's eyelashes were half-drooped, and the expression in his eyes was hidden. When he raised his eyes again, the gloom was gone and there was peace.

He glanced at the man in front of the door. His eyebrows were like distant mountains and his eyes were like bright stars. Among ordinary people, he was quite outstanding.

Not bad, it's watchable.

Ju Mang's eyes flickered and he walked up the stairs.

At this moment, Song Linsheng came to his senses and took a step forward without hesitation.

It was only three or two steps away, and Ju Mang and Song Linsheng were next to Wen Yu in an instant.

However, Ju Mang took the lead for a moment and stood beside Wen Yu, shoulder to shoulder with her.

Song Linsheng, who was a moment late, came up from behind and only had time to stand opposite Wen Yu and Ju Mang.

"Xiao Yu—" Song Linsheng called cautiously, hoping that Wen Yu could give him an accurate answer.

But Wen Yu shrank his neck, frowned, and dared not look at his master or answer Song Linsheng.

Why didn't she answer?

Song Linsheng's heart suddenly shrank, and he felt a little fear for no reason. He was suddenly very afraid of Xiaoyu's answer.

For a moment, the corridor became quiet, with occasional air currents surging and escaping between the three people.

Ju Mang lowered his eyes and glanced at Wen Yu's hair whorls. A few of the unyielding hairs stood upright, which was very cute.

"Madam Wen and I are old acquaintances."

Song Linsheng paused, his eyes quickly moving to the face of the "doctor" in front of him.

Without waiting for his response, Ju Mang smiled and said, "But the most important thing right now is to see the patient, right?"

He quickly changed the subject of Song Linsheng's conversation and did not give him a chance to ask further questions.

Song Linsheng choked, unable to speak a breath, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and in the end he said nothing.

"Exactly. Thank you, sir. Please."

He took the lead and stepped aside, making way for the door behind him, motioning for the doctor to come in.

Ju Mang did not refuse or be humble, but stepped forward and walked past Song Linsheng.

Wen Yu glanced around and finally breathed a sigh of relief as the current turmoil had temporarily subsided.

But before she could finish her breath, Ju Mang in front of her turned sideways and asked angrily, "Why, why aren't you following?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there." Wen Yu nodded repeatedly and stepped forward hurriedly.

With her master around, Chen Mian will definitely be saved. Not to mention the Black and White Impermanence, even if the Ten Kings of Hell come, it will be useless.

Taihao Emperor of the Eastern Heaven Court was of the same generation as her master, and Fengdu God of the Netherworld Palace was her master's friend. Her master, Ju Mang, was a natural-born deity, and no immortal in heaven or earth could surpass her master in rank.

Wen Yu puffed out her chest, looking quite pleased and proud.

As long as Chen Mian can be saved, Song Linsheng's difficulties will naturally be solved.

She looked like a long-haired cat with its tail raised.

Song Linsheng thought, it was like the Xiao Fei Lian of Sister Shen Chuo.

He laughed inexplicably, and the cunning in his heart seemed to have discovered a treasure that only he could see in the world -

So cute, Xiaoyu.

Song Linsheng quickly stopped smiling. He calmed himself down, suppressed the fluctuating emotions in his chest, and followed Wen Yu's steps.

But just as he was about to step over the threshold, he was stopped by this "doctor".

"Sir, it's inconvenient to have too many people present when I'm treating a patient." Ju Mang nodded and apologized, "Just Madam Wen will be with me.

Song Linsheng paused. The view in front of him was clearly spacious and open, without any obstacles, but he always felt inexplicably frustrated.

This is Jiangyang Prefecture, and at his feet is the prefect's villa, but he, the prefect, is being refused entry.

But as soon as this thought emerged, it was suppressed by Song Linsheng.

How could he think like that? Now the most important thing was to let Chen Mian see the patient. He should do his best to fulfill any request from the doctor.

He understood the principle, but...

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes to look at Wen Yu, who was half a step ahead of him. She followed the doctor with a light and lively figure, and even the braids on her temples fluttered loosely.

Just so happy.

He felt a little jealous.

Wen Yu, who was completely unaware, still had one foot hanging on the threshold. When he heard his master's words, he opened his mouth to refute. How could he not let Song Linsheng in?

But before she could say it, Wen Yu understood instantly when she met her master's gaze.

The master's "diagnosis and treatment" is probably not a simple observation, listening, questioning or palpation.

Saving Chen Mian would certainly not be that simple. If he were to use magic or magical elixirs, it would be inconvenient for Song Linsheng to see him.

Hmm… Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside. Turning back, he agreed, “That’s right, Song Linsheng. Why don’t you wait outside for a while? If there’s any improvement, I’ll come back and tell you.”

Wen Yu looked directly at Song Linsheng with bright eyes. She was afraid that Song Linsheng would ask more questions, and she was also afraid that he would insist. How could she cover it up?

Alas, she had long said that even gods and fairies were not omnipotent. For example, now, even if she had ten magical powers, she was still afraid of Song Linsheng's three points of stubbornness.

However, a moment of silence followed.

Song Linsheng said nothing.

Wen Yu was stunned, not knowing what to say. Her almond-shaped eyes rolled around, scanning the faces of her master and Song Linsheng.

The two of them were talking in silence, like some kind of cryptic riddle.