Chapter 144: "Song Linsheng, can...can...

Wen Yu fiddled with the wooden slip in his hands and looked at Song Linsheng beside him.

"A visiting card is a letter sent when someone invites you, but it is usually written on paper or scrolls. Wooden slips are only used by extremely particular people." Song Linsheng explained to Wen Yu in a gentle and calm voice.

It seems that the other party has an extraordinary background.

Song Linsheng was wondering in his heart, who sent the visiting card to Xiaoyu?

It's not that he is deliberately competing with him, but Xiaoyu is now living in his house and is a guest of honor in the Song residence.

Nowadays, there are people who go straight past the host's house and send greetings to other people's guests?

This is unheard of.

Song Linsheng's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already in turmoil and rumors were rising.

He lowered his eyelashes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and leaned over to Xiyan and asked, "Did the visitor explain his whereabouts?"

Xiyan thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, it was said that the old lady of the Wen family wanted to invite Madam Wen to her house for a chat."

"The Wen family?" Song Linsheng's mind moved, and he remembered that he and Lord Mu had met at the Wen family before.

"That's right." Xiyan replied.

Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng and saw that he looked thoughtful, and some things that she had forgotten in the corners suddenly came to her mind.

"The Wen family, but last time Lord Mu and you told me, 'There is a family with the surname Wen in Jiangyang'?"

Song Linsheng nodded in response, "Yeah."

"At that time, Lord Mu and I were running around the city, our only hope being to find Xiaoyu's brother first."

He thought of Brother Wen Song, whom he had just met at the government office a few days ago, and continued, "I didn't know then that Xiaoyu's brother had traveled extensively and had long since left Jiangyang. But that's a story for later."

"Master Mu and I found a family with the surname Wen. Since it sounds the same as Wen, we went to ask them."

Wen Yu nodded, rubbing the wooden slip in his palm. "So what happened next?"

Song Linsheng pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head helplessly. "After hearing about our purpose, the family insisted they had never met anyone with the surname Wen. Furthermore, the Wen family seemed very busy, so they closed the door and refused to see us before we could exchange a few words."

Wen Yu listened to Song Linsheng's words and nodded uncontrollably. She agreed with what he said. She really had no connection to the Wen family at all, and it was true that they didn't know him.

She tossed the wooden slip around nonchalantly, then handed it to Song Linsheng. "She doesn't know me, and I don't know her, so why would she send me a visiting card?"

Song Linsheng reached out and took the wooden slip, carefully reading the words on it. He explained to Wenyu softly, "It doesn't explain the reason, it just says they want to invite you to their house for a chat."

But, he couldn't imagine——

Since we are strangers, what is there to talk about?

Song Linsheng tapped the wooden slip lightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked Xi Yan, "A few days ago, I asked someone to send a message to the Wen family, saying that Yanzi would be staying at the mansion for a while and told them not to worry. Did they send it?"

Xi Yan shook his head in denial, "Not yet! Firstly, I've been so busy at the mansion these past few days that I haven't had any free time. Secondly, A Yuan and Yan Zi both begged me to tell Yan Zi's family later, so that's why it's been delayed."

Song Linsheng tightened the wooden slip in his hand. "Just now you said it was a visiting card from the Wen family. I just thought he was sending someone to take Yanzi back home..."

"I didn't expect that it was actually given to Madam Wen." Xi Yan curled his lips and couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

What is the Wen family doing?

Wen Yu's eyes wandered between Song Linsheng and Xi Yan. The two of them were thinking about it and were very distressed, but she, the person involved, looked relaxed and unwilling to spend any time thinking about it.

"Why bother with so much? Since we don't know each other, just refuse." Wen Yu didn't linger any longer and walked out of the yard.

She didn't want to think or hear anything at the moment, and she wished she could go back to Guanwuyuan and sleep for three days and three nights.

Besides, she had come to the mortal world secretly. If there was some cause and effect between her and Song Linsheng, it would be understandable for her to stay by his side. Her master did not blame her when he saw her last time, but she absolutely did not dare to have more contact with others.

If any more trouble happened, even if her master didn't pursue it, she wouldn't have the face to return to the Spring Temple.

Song Linsheng thought about it for a moment and felt that Xiaoyu was absolutely right. Since they had never had any contact, he could just refuse.

After some time, when Yanzi's condition is better and he is willing to return home, he will ask Xiyan to send him back to Wen's house.

Now, there is no need to worry about this inexplicable visiting card.

"Don't worry about him. If he asks again, just say that Madam Wen is not feeling well and doesn't want to see outsiders." Song Linsheng raised his hand and put the wooden slip back into the wooden box in Xiyan's hand, no longer dwelling on the matter.

"Yes, sir, I will take care of it myself." Xiyan closed the box and put it back in his arms. "Let's go back too, sir."

Song Linsheng nodded and followed.

Wen Yu in front walked with a brisk pace, her skirt fluttering and her hairpins and rings swaying as she moved, and she hurriedly stepped out of the Tongzhi Courtyard.

Song Linsheng followed closely behind, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Wen Yu's flying black hair.

"Xiaoyu, watch your step—"

Shuqian Street, Guan'an Lane, Song Residence.

In Guanwu Courtyard, under the camphor tree, Wen Yu was taking a nap leaning on the swing.

She was wearing a pink dress today, with her long black hair gathered on her right shoulder and braided into a full pigtail with some silk threads of the same color wrapped around it. It complemented the pattern of her clothes, making her look lively and cute, yet still pretty and gentle.

Wen Yu tilted her body, her round little head resting on the swing rope, her hands hanging casually in front of her. She curled up her legs and fell whole on the swing frame.

Her pale pink dress was spread out on the pure white fur cushion, and she looked like the last red plum blossom blooming in the snow, delicate, beautiful, pure and flawless.

This "Red Plum" is sleeping soundly at the moment, its body bathed in the thin golden light in the yard, and it shows no signs of waking up.

It was not until Xiyan rushed into Guanwu Courtyard and startled the birds into flying away that the peaceful atmosphere, like a painting, was broken.

"Azhu Abai, Madam Wen can take a nap——"

It’s a pity that apart from the chirping of birds, no one responded.

Xiyan looked around the yard and saw Madam Wen on the swing and Azhu under the camphor tree.

I don't know where Abai went.

Xiyan fell silent, tiptoed over, and stood in front of Azhu.

Azhu was leaning on the table beside her, her outstretched arms resting haphazardly on a pile of calligraphy and paintings, and next to her was a wolf-hair brush without any ink stains.

Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and Azhu's eyelashes moved slightly. Just when Xiyan thought she was about to wake up, she just rubbed her arm and continued to sleep.

I don't know what Ah Zhu and Mrs. Wen were busy with. They brought out a lot of calligraphy and paintings, but they neither copied nor viewed them. Some of the scrolls were not even unfolded, and they just took a nap here.

Washing the inkstone, he held his breath and concentrated, fearing that he would accidentally wake Ah Zhu. He leaned over and took out a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder.

It is a clean wolf hair brush that has not yet absorbed ink.

Xiyan stood up, holding the wolf-hair brush in one hand and raising his sleeve, while holding the cuff with the other hand, he moved the tip of the wolf-hair brush across Ah Zhu's cheek.

Accompanied by a slight itch, Ah Zhu's brows furrowed again and again, and even the tip of her nose began to twitch uncontrollably.

Finally, after a moment, a loud sneeze suddenly occurred in the yard. Azhu stood up suddenly and hit Xiyan's chin when he looked up.

"Ouch—" Xi Yan was caught off guard. Before he could react, the pain in his jaw spread throughout his body. "Azhu, you, you move slower..."

Xi Yan was so shocked that he immediately dropped the wolf hair brush and rubbed his jaw repeatedly with both hands, wondering if it was damaged...

Ah Zhu was stunned and silent for a moment, but it was only a blink of an eye. When he came to his senses, his eyebrows were raised. "Well, you - Xiyan, why are you teasing me for no reason? I will beat you today."

Xiyan was in so much pain that he gasped. Before he could react, he saw Ah Zhu grab an inkstone from the table, holding it in his hand and pretending to throw it at him.

"That's Hui ink! Hui ink—" Xiyan dodged and took a few steps back. "Do you know how much Hui ink is worth? How dare you throw it away for fun?"

Ah Zhu's cheeks puffed with anger. She knew in her heart that everything given to Madam Wen in the courtyard was the best. Even if she didn't know the exact value of the inkstone, she had heard Ah Bo tell her the approximate amount.

But Xiyan, that guy, always teases her. Why doesn't he tell these jokes in front of A-Bo? He's probably afraid of annoying him because he sees A-Bo is more serious. But since she's so soft-hearted, he always hangs around her, which really gets her scolded.

For a moment, the silent Guanwu Courtyard became lively, and the whole courtyard was filled with the laughter of Xiyan and Azhu.

"What? Are you afraid that I can't afford to pay for it?" Ah Zhu said angrily with his eyes wide open.

Xiyan knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare argue with Ah Zhu any further. Besides, Madam Wen was still napping, and it would be bad if he woke her up.

He waved his hands in front of him and apologized to Ah Zhu repeatedly, "Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu, it's my fault. I apologize to you. I didn't mean that."

Seeing that Ah Zhu's expression, although still angry, had finally softened a little, Xi Yan quickly struck while the iron was hot and advised, "Auntie, please put down the inkstone. Can we call a truce today?"

He crossed one hand across his chest, pointed over his shoulder, and signaled to Ah Zhu: "Besides, it would be bad if we disturbed Madam Wen later."

After joking with Ah Zhu, he was still able to apologize.

But he couldn't afford to disturb Madam Wen's rest.

I won’t know how to report this to you then.

After hearing his words, Ah Zhu's brows suddenly relaxed, and her eyes were full of gloating.

It turns out he was afraid of disturbing Madam Wen—

Ah Zhu lowered his raised hands, held the inkstone in both hands and played with it, then moved closer and gently blew away the non-existent dust on the inkstone.

——It’s a pity that it’s too late.

"Did you sleep well, my lady? You woke up so soon. Did you get enough sleep?" Azhu put down the inkstone and asked attentively.

Xiyan's raised shoulders suddenly sank, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that Ah Zhu still had the heart to play with him meant that she had calmed down a bit.

"Stop making trouble. Madam Wen was still asleep just now. How could she wake up so soon?" Xi Yan said angrily.

Azhu just loves to joke, so he likes to play with Azhu.

There were few people of the same age in the mansion, and Ah Zhu was lively and cheerful, unlike Ah Bo who was serious and stern. So as soon as Ah Zhu entered the mansion, he wanted to be friends with her.

When I tease her on a daily basis, it's just a joke and there's no malice in it.

"Can't you see whether I'm making a fuss or not?" Ah Zhu pouted, not knowing what the use of having a pair of eyes was.

A smug smile crept up Xiyan's lips. He turned around very leisurely. The spring breeze lifted the corner of his clothes, like a blooming blue lotus.

If Madam Wen woke up, how could she not make a sound?

Ah Zhu was just trying to trick him, how could he fall for it?

However, the thought of washing the inkstone had not lasted for a quarter of an hour. As he turned around, he froze in place.

Wen Yu on the swing had woken up at some point and had changed her posture. She was sitting curled up on the swing with her knees hugged, her jade feet tucked under her dress, leaving only two embroidered shoes scattered on the ground.

At this moment, Wen Yu was resting his chin leisurely, his eyes fixed on Xi Yan.

"What are you... and Azhu doing?" Wen Yu muttered, she couldn't see clearly.

She was half asleep just now and only heard Ah Zhu calling Xi Yan angrily. As for what time Xi Yan came to Guanwuyuan, she had no idea.

Let’s not talk about Xiyan and Azhu for now. Wen Yu was thinking about something else.

People say that if there is any sign of trouble, there will be no sign of trouble. Naturally, if there is even the slightest sign of trouble, one will know it immediately.

But as a plant spirit, she was so lax and unaware of the danger. She didn't even notice that a mortal like Xi Yan was approaching. If another powerful demon or ghost like the Black and White Impermanence attacked her last time, how would she respond?

She was afraid that she would not know when the other person came or left.

How could she be so lazy?

Wen Yu was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Could it be that Guanwuyuan could give her a feeling of complete safety and security, and even make her let down her guard and abandon her alertness?

She was absorbed in her own thoughts, her mind wandering.

But when Xi Yan, who was standing opposite him, saw this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable heat wave that made his cheeks red. He didn't even dare to look at Wen Yu for any longer.

He was just joking with Azhu, but since Madam Wen caught him in the act, she couldn't help but think that he was bullying Azhu.

Xiyan suddenly turned around, with his back to Wenyu, and explained in a panic: "Madam Wen, please forgive me, it is, it is Xiyan's fault-"

Wen Yu hadn't figured out his attempt to cover up his mistake yet Ah Zhu burst out laughing.

"Look at you, can my wife eat you?" Ah Zhu raised her head happily. She knew that in Guanwu Courtyard, no matter how powerful anyone was, they could not be more powerful than Madam Wen. Even Xiyan was the young master's personal attendant, and he had to act according to Madam Wen's mood.

She was just giving him a taste of his own medicine, teasing him to wash the inkstone.

Ah Zhu laughed enough, stepped over the inkstone, and prepared to help Wen Yu get up.

"I, I shouldn't have joked with Ah Zhu. I didn't know how to behave. I..." Xi Yan became more and more confused and didn't know where to start explaining.

Wen Yu's scattered thoughts gradually came back to focus. She looked at Xi Yan, who was standing with his back to her and stamping his feet, and said, "Xi Yan..."

"Yes! Xiyan will leave it to Madam Wen to deal with!" Xiyan stood up straight with his head lowered, looking well-behaved and obedient.

Here, Azhu leaned over and half-knelt on the ground, smoothing Wenyu's shoes and socks. After everything was tidy, he held the swing rope with one hand, half-leaned beside Wenyu, and listened to her talk.

Wen Yu smiled up at Ah Zhu, thanking her for her help. Then he remembered to wash the inkstone, "What are you doing here at this hour?"

She had already had lunch and it was still a long time before dinner. Xiyan coming here at this time couldn't be asking her to have dinner, right?

Xiyan prepared countless excuses, whether it was to fine him a monthly salary or to make him clean the yard in Guanwuyuan, he would accept any punishment as long as Azhu and Mrs. Wen could forgive his rudeness.

However, after Wen Yu finished asking the question, he didn't receive any further response for a long time. The feeling of disbelief made him dare not speak rashly.

After waiting for a while, Xi Yan made sure that Madam Wen had nothing more to say. Then he turned around in surprise and asked, "Ah?"

Why didn't Madam Wen say anything about punishing him? Ah Zhu didn't seem to be complaining, but just signaled him with her eyes to speak quickly.

Xiyan was really confused at this moment.

Madam Wen and Azhu don’t plan to pursue him?

Seeing that he was stunned for a long time without saying anything, Ah Zhu stood up from the swing and crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Why, my wife asked you what you were doing here? Why don't you answer?"

Xiyan woke up as if from a dream, and replied with a start: "Oh oh oh, I, I..."

His thoughts were so confused that his words were incoherent. He kept saying "I" for a long time but couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, let alone express it.

"I asked him to come." A male voice came through the door and stopped Xiyan from finishing his words.

Along with the sound of the wind, the man's words reached Wen Yu's ears, as if lingering in her ears intimately.

Wen Yu suddenly raised her head, her eyes lit up, and she looked towards the other end of the hanging flower archway.

She was so familiar with this voice that she could recognize it even with her eyes closed.

She immediately put down her legs, propped herself up and stood up, heading towards the door, "Song Linsheng——"

Song Linsheng came over in response, raising his sleeve to push aside the dangling flower filaments from the archway. Behind the crimson flowers and green leaves, his jade-white face was revealed.

Today he was wearing a moon-white round-collared outer robe, with a sparrow-colored inner garment underneath. The collar of the robe was decorated with gold brocade, which was very unique and beautiful. With a ribbon of the same color tying up his hair, he looked even more handsome.

"Xiaoyu--" Song Linsheng was passing under the archway. When he raised his eyes, they met Wen Yu's and he called softly.

Wen Yu put her hands behind her back, twisting her cuffs with her fingertips, and looked at Song Linsheng with bright eyes.

Why is Song Linsheng here too?

Before either of them could open their mouths, Xiyan, standing nearby, suddenly dashed out of Guanwu Courtyard, "Master! Since you're here, please talk to Madam Wen! I'll go get the carriage."

Before he finished speaking, Xiyan's figure had disappeared beyond the hanging flower archway.

Wen Yu couldn't understand it. Xi Yan was always so eloquent, so what was going on today? Could Xi Yan actually be embarrassed?

Seeing this, Ah Zhu hurriedly caught up with Song Linsheng and greeted him, "Sir, Madam Wen, I'll go help wash the inkstone."

After saying this, Ah Zhu retreated respectfully. But as she passed behind Song Linsheng, she suddenly turned around and winked at Wen Yu, as if she had something to say.

Wen Yu was stunned, and before he could ask, Ah Zhu imitated the way of washing the inkstone and left in a flash.

As a result, in the huge Guanwu Courtyard, only Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were left standing opposite each other, with the scorching sun hanging high in the sky as their companions.

Their clothes, one white and one pink, complemented each other, making them look like a blooming powder flower.

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes to look at the hem of his clothes, but it was not the season for the pink daisy to bloom, otherwise it would be so beautiful.

The ground was covered with blue sun and golden light was everywhere, casting the figures of Song Linsheng and Wen Yu on the blue stone, casting a long and mysterious shadow.

The gradually rising hot air gushed out from the ground, steaming Song Linsheng's cheeks so red that they seemed to be glowing.

He turned sideways and looked up slightly. Now it was May and the sun was getting hotter and hotter, making people dizzy.

Wen Yu bit her lip and asked, "Song Linsheng, why are you here?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Linsheng's attention was focused on Wen Yu again. Before he could reply, a feeling of secret joy filled his heart.

He has a gift ready, it just takes time to complete.

He thought about how busy he had been these past few days and didn't feel tired or exhausted at all. He just thought that if Xiaoyu could be happy after some time, he would be happy too.

"Hmm?" Wen Yu's eyes opened wide, her beautiful eyes full of confusion.

Song Linsheng collected his thoughts, but he had not forgotten that he had another thing to do. "Xiaoyu, a few days ago we agreed to go to Xianchun Courtyard to pick loquats together today."

Wen Yu nodded as she listened, her doubts still lingering in her heart. It was not until Song Linsheng finished speaking that she suddenly remembered -

When she returned home from the Tongzhiyuan that day, Song Linsheng saw that she was in a bad mood and had no appetite for dinner, so he immediately promised to take her to Xianchun Cottage to pick loquats in a few days. She agreed without hesitation.

After all, when she was tied up by Cheng Lian and taken to Xianchun Cottage, she saw a large area of ​​loquat trees in Song Linsheng's courtyard. It was the best time for fruit to bear. The loquats were green and yellow, overlapping in color, and clustered on the branches, looking very lively.

Later, as soon as she was freed, the first thing she said to Song Linsheng when she returned home was that the loquats that Yue Chuyuan had left were almost ripe, which made Song Linsheng laugh and cry.

She had nothing to do these days. Apart from reading books and appreciating paintings, she sat on the swing and drank tea. She was so lazy that she completely forgot about this matter.

Wen Yu raised her sleeve and gently scratched the back of her head. She didn't know what this wooden head of hers was thinking about all day long.

"Yes, it's today, exactly today." Wen Yu quickly replied, with a look of sudden enlightenment, "So you asked Xi Yan to come find me?"

Seeing her trying hard to hide her flaws but still revealing some flaws from time to time, Song Linsheng couldn't help laughing out loud because she looked so naive and clever.

When Wen Yu heard this laugh, it was like the shattering of jade and the melting of ice and snow at Kunshan Mountain, which made her feel a little embarrassed for no reason.

"Yes, I was delayed this morning by something, so I sent Xiyan to call you first." Song Linsheng explained softly to Wenyu, "Please don't be offended."

Wen Yu waved his hands behind his back, "Of course not, of course not..."

There was nothing for her to be surprised about. She was just sleepy and forgot the time. She even had to trouble Song Linsheng to look for her. She felt really sorry for him.

A breeze suddenly blew, ruffling the loose hair on Wen Yu's forehead. A faint scent of jasmine emanated from her hair, lingering around Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, slowly enveloping them.

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and sniffed, his nostrils filled with the scent of jasmine. He remembered that his preparations over the past few days seemed to be correct.

Xiaoyu really likes Jasmine.

He was lost in thought, and unconsciously raised his sleeve to push the loose hair from Wen Yu's brow.

Xiaoyu is not careful when walking, so it would be bad if the broken hair blocked her eyes.

But Song Linsheng had not finished his action. When his two fingers touched the skin on Wen Yu's forehead, a heat immediately rose from his fingertips.

It wasn't hot at all, but it nearly burned him.

Song Linsheng's heart moved, and he immediately came back to his senses -

What is he doing?

No matter how he tried to justify his actions, Song Linsheng knew one thing clearly: he had overstepped the boundaries.

Almost at the same time, Song Linsheng, who had regained consciousness, tried to retract his hand as if trying to escape.

But before he could pull his sleeves away, another force came upon his palm.

Song Linsheng was stunned, and leaned over to look——

Wen Yu's hand was covering Song Linsheng's, forcing him to maintain his original position and unable to pull away. And... there was no need to pull away...

"Song Linsheng..." Wen Yu lowered her eyebrows and did not look at Song Linsheng. She moved her lips and whispered softly, "Yes, yes..."

Wen Yu's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it still reached Song Linsheng's ears accurately.

His eyes lit up immediately, as if someone had suddenly lit a torch in a cave that had been silent and dark for a long time, and the orange-yellow flames instantly filled the entire cave.

It brings not only light, but also warmth.

Song Linsheng pursed his lips, but he couldn't suppress the corners of his lips that were rising. He lowered his eyes to look at the top of Xiaoyu's head, and a few inches ahead were Xiaoyu and his hands, overlapping, feeling each other's warmth.

Wen Yu lowered his head and couldn't stop swallowing.

In a moment of desperation, she had pressed Song Linsheng's hand directly. Now she raised her arm high, not knowing whether to go up or down.

She knew that Song Linsheng attached great importance to etiquette.

So when Song Linsheng was about to retract his hand, she knew that Song Linsheng must be silently reciting his saying "A gentleman does not act rashly, and a gentleman does not speak in vain" in his heart.

It is of course good to be loyal to one's principles, but sometimes one also has to learn to be less particular.

It's just... I just combed her hair, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

She was not willing to ask Song Linsheng to go back to his room and practice calligraphy for half a night because of such a small matter. After all, they were going to Xianchun Cottage today, not Zhishan Academy.

Zhishan School is where Ayuan, Azhu and the others should go, so she doesn't want to join in the fun.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu could no longer hold back and a smile broke out on his lips.

For a moment, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng stood opposite each other, each with their own thoughts.

When the next breeze brought the scent of camphor trees to the courtyard, Wen Yu retracted her finger and pointed outside the courtyard, "Since that's the case, why not—"

Song Linsheng pulled his hand back into his sleeve and smiled knowingly, "Then, Xiaoyu, please go first?"

The two of them smiled knowingly, and everything that had just happened seemed to have become their secret, and no third person would know about it.

Outside Jiangyang City, there is Houchun Mountain.

The days and months change, time waits for no one, and it seems like summer has arrived in the blink of an eye.

In late spring, the mountains are covered with lush green, which is much more profound than in early spring. From a distance, the mountains look like layers of green waves, rushing towards the tourists layer by layer.

Some time ago, Mr. Song had sent people to repair the road leading to Xianchun Cottage, so today the carriage was finally able to go up the mountain, but it could not directly reach the main gate of Xianchun Cottage, and there was still a short distance left to walk.

The wheels rolled over the gurgling mountain stream, the rocks under the pine trees, and the flocks of birds flying among the treetops, and finally the car stopped under a tree.

"Master, Madam Wen - we have to get off the car." Xiyan called out, his voice full of unconcealable joy. He had not been to Houchun Mountain for a long time. He was busy in the city every day. How could he have the leisure to appreciate the wildness of the mountains?

Wen Yu and Song Linsheng responded, and then came out from behind the car curtain one after another.

Before Wen Yu got out of the car, a crimson petal fell on her left shoulder. Wen Yu tilted her head to look, reached out and twisted it between her fingertips.

The color is like spring morning and the smell is faintly fragrant.

The more she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed to her, as if she had seen him before. Wen Yu pondered for a moment, but could not remember where he was.

The flowers and leaves seemed to be able to see through her thoughts. A breeze blew by, and the flower tree above Wen Yu made a rustling sound, and then many non-red petals fell and landed in Wen Yu's hair and in front of her body.

For a moment, she seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers, with fragrance surrounding her and mist rising.

Wen Yu suddenly remembered something. She raised her head abruptly and saw the flower tree above her, with its umbrella-like canopy and lush branches and leaves.

"Song Linsheng—" Wen Yu called out in surprise, pointing upwards while speaking to Song Linsheng, "It's the four-o'clock tree."

When Song Linsheng heard the voice, he looked up and saw the colorful fallen petals and the warm fragrance on his clothes. When he heard Xiaoyu talk about the four-o'clock tree, he immediately understood.

How could he forget?

It was the four-orange tree on the day they first met.

"It has been more than a month now, and I never thought that the four-leaf osmanthus is still blooming so luxuriantly." Song Linsheng looked up.

The crimson flowers are clustered together, as if dyed by clouds, like smoke, fog, dream and illusion.

Now thinking back on it, that day when I met Xiaoyu in the mountains in late spring, beneath the blossoming trees, it truly felt like a dream...

It was the most surprising and also the luckiest encounter he had had in the past few years.

Song Linsheng lowered his head and chuckled. If there really were ghosts and gods in the world, the gods must be protecting him. Otherwise, how could they have written such a fate for him?

Wen Yu pinched the petals to her nose and sniffed them gently. The sweet fragrance immediately penetrated into her lungs, and the warm feeling spread from her chest to her limbs.

Could it be...that it has intelligence?

Wen Yu's eyes lit up. It is a flower tree, and I am a green phoenix tree. Aren't we both wood elves?

She was sincerely happy for the four-o'clock tree. Perhaps, from this moment on, another wonderful story had begun.

Just as her master enlightened her in the Wutong Ancestral Temple.

Wen Yu smiled as she followed Song Linsheng out of the car. This time, she got down from the sedan chair obediently instead of jumping.

Xiyan looked at Madam Wen on the left and his own master on the right, and was completely confused. What were these two people laughing at?

The young master has seen countless rare and exotic plants. Many of them are planted in the courtyard of Shangdu, and even in Jiangyang's mansion now, there is no shortage of these.

It's just a four-o'clock tree, why are you so happy?

Xiyan scratched his head and looked up at the crimson tree cloud. Why not dig it up and plant it in the young master's current yard?

Guanwu Courtyard is given to Madam Wen to live in, and the young master's yard is now lacking an eye-catching four-o'clock tree to embellish the landscape.

But just as he had this thought, suddenly there was a rustling sound, followed by a sky full of petals falling and going straight into his nose.

"A-choo--" Xiyan suddenly bent down and started sneezing continuously, and he couldn't stop it no matter what he did.

Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, who were walking in the front, turned around and saw Xi Yan squatting under a blossoming tree. They couldn't help but ask, "Xi Yan? What's going on?"

"A-choo——" Xiyan covered his mouth and nose and waved his hands repeatedly, "I, A-choo——I——"

Xiyan tried his best to hold on, but he couldn't utter a coherent sentence. Finally, he took a deep breath and held it for a long time before he said it all out:

"This four-leafed oak tree seems to be deliberately against me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a series of endless sneezes began to sound.

Song Linsheng shook his head slightly. Xiyan had never been allergic to pollen, so he figured it was just the strong fragrance that choked him. "Let's go quickly. Maybe it will stop naturally if we get farther away."

Wen Yu, who was standing aside, pursed her lips and clasped her hands together, fearing that she would laugh out loud accidentally.

Xiyan must have said or done something to make the little flower demon angry, so she must "repay" Xiyan well.

Wen Yu gazed at the four-o'clock tree from afar, her smile growing even wider. This little flower demon was a vindictive creature. Just like her crimson color, it was eye-catching and uninhibited.

After some emotion, Wen Yu did not linger any longer and went up the stone steps at the back with Song Linsheng and Xi Yan. From here to Xianchun Cottage, there was still some distance to go.

Houchun Mountain, Xianchun Cottage.

Xianchun Cottage is quietly hidden in the quiet spring mountains. For several years, it seems to be waiting for the reunion of old friends after a long separation.

Where it meets the white clouds is a staircase paved with bluestone. A figure suddenly appears, and it is the leader Xiyan.

Looking at the familiar Xianchun Xiaozhu in front of him, Xiyan raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, turned around and greeted: "Master, Madam Wen, we are here."

A moment later, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng appeared walking side by side. Their clothes fluttered, like pink and white flowers blooming in the cracks of the bluestone.

Xiyan was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but admire it.

When he was in Shangdu earlier, he followed the young master every moment as the seasons changed and day and night shifted, but he had never seen him talk to any lady, let alone walk side by side with Madam Wen like he was now.

Thinking about it this way...it would be a good idea to work in Jiangyang.

When the emperor's decree was first announced, everyone in the family was deeply saddened. Besides the well-known change in official positions, the Song family was more concerned about the young master returning home alone, fearing he would experience feelings of nostalgia and sadness, and over time, become overwhelmed and unable to recover.

I never thought that Jiang Yang would meet Madam Wen.

He wasn't saying that Lady Wen was as beautiful as a fairy from heaven, he had to give fairies some face. It was just that whenever the young master and Lady Wen were together, he always felt that the young master was particularly... lively...

He didn't know if he used the words appropriately, but he had never seen such a young man in Shangdu.

Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled secretly. This is good, really good.

Wen Yu used Song Linsheng's arm to support her as she climbed up the last stone step.

The door plaque of Xianchun Cottage comes into view, and the handwriting on it is timeless, elegant and full of charm.

A sense of pride naturally arose in Wen Yu's heart. She now recognized the four words "Xianchun Xiaozhu" and was no longer illiterate as she was when she first met Song Linsheng.

Besides, the characters she recognized now were far more than just Xianchun Xiaozhu.

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, lifted her skirt and walked straight towards Xianchun Cottage.

Just like before, Xianchun Cottage is still so unique, built against the mountain and beside the water, with green walls and green tiles, very simple and ancient.

In the afternoon when the clouds and fog have dispersed and the sun is shining brightly, the quiet colors are still there. The wind chimes on the eaves gradually ring in the breeze, bringing clear and pleasant tunes to Wen Yu and his group.

There is neither musical score nor rhythm, but it inexplicably makes people feel clear-minded and peaceful.

"Song Linsheng—" Wen Yu stepped onto the stone steps in front of the door and called out, "Come quickly—"

Song Linsheng held his chest with one hand and wiped the sweat from his chin with the other. After tidying himself up, he raised his head and replied, "Xiaoyu, I'm coming—"

Along the way, the three of them passed through the main hall, the flower room, and went around many winding corridors before they finally arrived at the gate of Yuechu Courtyard.

Looking at the three words "Yue Chu Yuan" written on the door plaque, and then looking at the loquat tree sticking out from the corner of the wall, Wen Yu, who had not yet pushed the door open, felt his lips and teeth watering, as if he had already tasted the loquat.

"This year's loquats are surprisingly abundant." Song Linsheng looked up at the branches emerging from the corner of the courtyard wall. Lush green leaves and orange-yellow fruit clustered on the branches, extending outward, as if eager to greet the long-awaited guest.

"Did Uncle Song come here to prune and take care of it?" Song Linsheng looked at the growth of the loquat tree. The branches and leaves were lush but not messy. It was obvious that someone was taking good care of it.

Xiyan fumbled for the key ring from his sleeve, searching while answering, "Yes, I remember that the loquats that were discharged from the hospital last month didn't grow well. Every time the season came, the Duke would go out to buy loquats for his wife!"

The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that the Duke always bought a lot of it at that time, and everyone in the family, regardless of status, rich or poor, could eat it, even he was no exception.

In addition to the favoritism of the young master, he could always eat the loquats to his heart's content every time.

Thinking about it now, it seems like many years have passed.

Song Linsheng nodded, a warm smile on his face.

Wen Yu held her breath and listened attentively to Xi Yan's words. As soon as the words fell, she blinked and asked, "Are you talking about Song Linsheng's father and mother?"

"Yeah." Song Linsheng answered affirmatively.

Xiyan continued to rummage through the keys in his sleeve, making a series of tinkling and clanging sounds.

The house here has been locked since the Cheng Lian Rebellion. There are at least eighty keys to the courtyards here, if not a hundred.

Xiyan scratched his head. He knew it was not simple when he took the key from Uncle Song, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

Wen Yu nodded and praised sincerely, "Your father and mother are so loving and affectionate, I'm afraid even the gods in heaven can rival their love."

Gods have infinite lifespans, but not everyone can have a destined love relationship.

Although the life span of mortals is limited, they can still find their perfect match.

Her words were filled with infinite longing and yearning, which even she herself did not realize.

Song Linsheng nodded. Xiaoyu was right, but he was more curious about Xiaoyu's life in the past.

"What about Xiaoyu's father and mother?"

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