Chapter 136 "You——"...

The slight coolness of the ribbon and the warmth coming from the fingertips made Song Linsheng's hands feel as if they were placed between ice and fire. The torment in between was self-evident.

Song Linsheng's wrist was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

Just now...

It's Xiaoyu's...

The soft touch of Xiaoyu seemed to still linger on his jaw, and the rich scent of jasmine filled his nose.

The fragrance of flowers makes people drunk without drinking.

Song Linsheng's eyes, shrouded by brocade, were tightly closed, yet his eyelashes couldn't stop trembling. Mixed with the hazy atmosphere, his chaotic thoughts surged forward, and the turmoil he had suppressed for so long could no longer be calmed.

Xiaoyu's soft exhalation was right in front of his chest, and the layers of hot air that gushed out seemed to have eyes and went straight into his collar.

Song Linsheng stood upright with his back stiff, unable to move.

Suddenly, everything in the world seemed to disappear, leaving only him and Xiaoyu.

He could not feel the wind blowing the petals, the rain hitting the banana leaves, except for his fingertips.

It's a tingling sensation.

In a flash, Song Linsheng suddenly came back to his senses. He pulled his hand back abruptly, his trembling fingertips shrank back into his sleeves, and he put his hands behind his back.

A surge of heat surged from bottom to top between his eyebrows, burning his cheeks red.

Song Linsheng suddenly stood up and stood in front of the couch. The corners of his fluttering clothes slid off the couch and swayed in front of him.

As he moved, he lifted the ribbon, and the silky and cool touch passed through Wen Yu's shoulder, startling her and making her neck shrink.

Wen Yu put her legs together, hugged her knees, and looked up along Song Linsheng's clothes.

When their eyes met, their hearts were moved.

"you--"

"you--"

Wen Yuxing's eyes widened, somewhat in disbelief. How come she and Song Linsheng always spoke at the same time, and even the content of their conversations was exactly the same?

This inexplicable tacit understanding is really, really embarrassing.

She pursed her lips and spoke carefully: "I——"

"I--" Song Linsheng held his breath and concentrated, even his slightest gasp was barely audible.

Both times he spoke, he bumped into Wen Yu, making Song Linsheng even more uneasy.

He was originally planning to look up to see Xiaoyu's reaction, but when he thought of Xiaoyu's exposed shoulder, he lowered his head nervously and remained silent, unable to speak.

But he forgot that his eyes were covered with brocade, so how could he see anything?

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Even though the stove was not lit, a warm current rose up and slowly flowed through, lingering around them.

The temperature gradually rose, and Wen Yu felt an inexplicable heat. She sat on the couch, not knowing what to do.

Song Linsheng, who was standing opposite him, lowered his head and remained silent. He curled his fingers to hold the jade bottle containing the white silkworm, but the thin sweat that kept oozing out of his palms made them wet. He was not careful and let the jade bottle slip out of his hand.

"Bang——" the jade bottle fell on the ornate brocade carpet, making a dull sound that was not crisp.

Although the sound was not sharp, it was enough to wake up the two wandering people.

Song Linsheng seemed to be startled. He took a few steps back and didn't have time to pay attention to the jade bottle. He turned around and flew out like a gust of wind.

Wen Yu tucked her feet in and struggled back, hugging her knees tighter. She buried her round head between her knees, only glancing at Song Linsheng's movements through the gap.

I saw the flowing corners of his clothes hidden behind the screen and could no longer be seen.

Wen Yu pricked up her ears and listened attentively, but she could only hear his footsteps getting farther and farther away, until he left the yard and disappeared into the distance.

She sat on the couch in a daze, looking down at the jade bottle. The round bottle was shaking, unable to calm down.

It's more like her mood at the moment.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wen Yu suddenly woke up.

She suddenly raised her head from her knees and straightened up, but the next moment she raised her hand to lift the quilt and slipped into the bed.

The thin brocade quilt moved with the wind and slowly fell down until it wrapped Wen Yu tightly.

Guanwu Courtyard is filled with green sunshine and the wind is blowing gently. The green wutong trees in the courtyard are quietly sprouting green leaves and spreading their branches and leaves, just like some secret thoughts, vigorous and powerful, and difficult to suppress.

In the courtyard, there is a fragrant pond.

Between the overlapping and staggered mountains, there is a slowly flowing pool of water. A path paved with bluestone slabs extends from the mountain landscape and connects to the edge of the pool.

The water gurgled and petals fell in all directions. The originally silent scene was suddenly interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps.

A moon-white figure emerged from behind the dark green rocks.

It’s Song Linsheng.

Song Linsheng kept walking, almost fleeing in panic. His hurried steps made the hem of his clothes stir up layers of snow-like waves, which dotted the bluestone slabs and looked very beautiful.

Only when the Xunfang Pond came into view did he stop, rush forward, and squat down by the pond.

Ripples appeared on the smooth water surface, and the person underwater had a fair face but an inexplicable blush.

The brocade that originally covered his eyes slipped off and now hung crookedly around his neck.

As Song Linsheng leaned forward, the ribbon drooped and went straight into the water, shattering his reflection and creating layers of ripples.

Song Linsheng's throat moved slightly, and he gasped for breath. He raised his hand to pick up the brocade, and when the movement touched the cold pool water, he couldn't help but shrink back.

The cold and the hot overlap, inseparable.

The next moment, Song Linsheng submerged his entire hand in the water, and when he raised it again, he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it onto his face.

Crystal clear water droplets half hung on the corner of his jaw, and even the tip of his nose and the peak of his lips were not spared.

Such coolness is the most soothing to the heart.

Song Linsheng lowered his head and said nothing, his eyelashes half closed, lost in thought.

How could he...

The water keeps flowing and the flowers keep flying. Xunfang Pond returns to tranquility. An indescribable tranquil beauty envelopes Song Linsheng, like a natural ink painting.

I don’t know how long it took, but the waves in my heart finally subsided. Song Linsheng sighed and prepared to get up.

"Sir? Oh my sir, what are you doing lying here?"

The shouts came suddenly, like thunder.

The sound of washing the inkstone came from behind Song Linsheng like a sharp blade. Song Linsheng paused, then stood up.

When he turned around and looked, it was indeed the inkstone washing area.

"Didn't the Immortal Master tell you not to go near the water? Why don't you take it seriously?"

Xiyan raised his sleeves and rushed forward, pulling Song Linsheng a few steps away and standing between Song Linsheng and the pool.

He turned around and glanced at the Xunfang Pond, secretly praying that the Bodhisattva had blessed him and that he had escaped unharmed. Then he glared at his young master and advised him unhappily, "It's okay that he plunged into the Yuan River last time for Madam Wen, but back then, human lives were at stake, so he couldn't afford to care less."

"But what are you doing lying by the pool right now?"

Although he was noisy about washing the inkstone, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the young man's clothes were disheveled and there were water stains on his face. He muttered to himself while walking forward to straighten the young man's clothes.

Song Linsheng was stunned and let Xiyan toss him around.

If Xiyan hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about the Immortal Master.

I once heard my father mention that he was weak and sickly when he was young, and there was no medicine for him. My father looked for doctors everywhere, my mother prayed to gods and Buddhas, and even my brother, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, burned incense and prayed for his health.

Just when the whole family was at a loss, a traveling sorcerer passed by Jiangyang. After hearing his story, he actually took the initiative to pay a visit to him.

At that time, the "immortal master" said that the illnesses he had were all minor illnesses and disasters, not serious at all, and would be cured by taking a few prescriptions.

What we really need to be careful about is not to let him get close to the water, from rivers and oceans to waterside pavilions and lakes, all are within the range.

This is also the reason why washing the inkstone is so stressful.

However, he believed in ghosts and gods but not fate, so he put this matter out of his mind.

Song Linsheng sighed, lowering his eyes to watch the busy person washing the inkstone. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked softly, "Why are you here at this hour?"

He asked Azhu and Abai to help, but no one knew what they were doing.

Xiyan bent down to straighten the young master's clothes. Upon hearing this, he looked up at his young master and was speechless for a moment. Then he bent down again and continued to pat the water stains while answering.

"This time? Sir, do you know what time it is now?"

Xiyan shook his head. It seemed that the young master was really tired these days and needed to rest well. Why did he speak so incoherently?

"It's already past noon, it's too late to eat now." Xi Yan pursed his lips and muttered, "I was planning to go to Guanwu Court to have dinner with Master and Madam Wen."

In recent days, the young master and Miss Wen have not been able to enjoy their meals or sleep well. Now that they have finally returned home today, they must nourish themselves well and have some hot food.

"I asked Azhu and Abai to help me. We made a copper stove together and we'll have some hot pot." Xiyan raised her head, staring at her young master with her bright eyes.

Song Linsheng pondered for a moment, and after Xiyan finished speaking, he shook his head and refused, "Forget it, leave it for Madam Wen later, and don't bother Guanwuyuan for now."

Xi Yan's smile froze on his lips, and he looked incredulous. "Ah? Why is this happening?"

Not to mention the young master, Madam Wen should love the copper stove very much. Why send it to her so late?

"Why not ask Azhu and Abai to send him back to Guanwu Courtyard first?" He and the young master would just not go. Azhu and Abai were from Madam Wen's courtyard, so at least they would not bother them.

Song Linsheng walked away without waiting for Xiyan's reaction. As soon as he finished speaking, Song Linsheng paused and added:

"Tell Ah Zhu and Ah Bai to go elsewhere and do their work. There's no need to return to Guanwu Courtyard to disturb Madam Wen before dusk."

Xi Yan saw the young master set off and hurriedly followed him. As soon as he heard his order, he responded habitually, "Yes, yes...ah?"

Azhu and Abai didn't even call them back? Xiyan was dumbfounded, secretly glancing at his own master from the corner of his eye. What was going on?

He couldn't figure it out, so he kept quiet. However, he still didn't give up and asked tentatively, "Sir, do you want to go to the front hall to eat?"

Song Linsheng clutched the brocade headband in his hand and shook his head in denial without even having to think about it. "Go boil some hot water. I'm going back to my room to change."

"Change clothes?" Xi Yan exclaimed, then realized that he was too surprised. He covered his lips with both hands and muttered softly, "Why change clothes in broad daylight?"

Song Linsheng stopped and glanced back, not entangled with Xi Yan for too long. The look in his eyes did not allow for discussion. "Why don't you go quickly?"

Xiyan choked. Although his young master was gentle and good-tempered, he was also a man of his word. He didn't dare to go up to him and offend him.

Xiyan shrank his neck, turned around and went back the way he came. It was just to boil some water, he could just go and boil it himself, why was the young master so angry?

Could it be? A bold guess arose in his mind.

Xiyan raised the corners of his eyebrows, as if he had discovered some extraordinary secret, and quickly ran away in three or two steps.

Could it be that the young master and Madam Wen had a quarrel?

It's fine if you don't need to eat, but why do you ask him not to bother Madam Wen?

There must be something fishy going on here!

Song Linsheng stopped and looked at Xiyan's shaking shoulders and quick steps. He felt a little puzzled and didn't know what he was thinking.

No longer struggling, Song Linsheng sighed and turned to go to his own courtyard.

It really is...

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