Chapter 153 "I'm completely relying on the Immortal."

"Since you are the incarnation of Bai Yang, you must have some Taoist skills. Why don't you go to the Wen family first to investigate?"

Wen Yu has curved eyebrows and a sly smile, but she reveals an indescribable agility and cleverness.

Since he has been Yanzi for so long, he should naturally do what Yanzi should do.

Acting as the vanguard for her and Song Linsheng, he first inquired about the Wen family's Dalang's illness, so that they could have a general idea and think of countermeasures, so that they would not be too passive at that time.

"We mortals are completely dependent on the Great Immortal Bai Yang."

Wen Yu's eyes were sparkling, as if filled with stars. As she said this, she couldn't help but look at Song Linsheng opposite her.

Song Linsheng understood what she meant and thought Xiaoyu was adorable. Having just discovered Yanzi's true identity, they quickly began assigning tasks.

Xiaoyu really knows how to use people well. If he gives the position of prefect to Xiaoyu, she will surely be a good official deeply loved by the people.

Yanzi held the edge of the table with both hands, his back stiff and not daring to move. Hearing Wen Yu's words, Yanzi couldn't help swallowing and looked at Song Linsheng who was sitting upright opposite him for help.

Now that he has confessed the truth that he is not Yanzi, Wen Yu's question makes him feel embarrassed to continue using Yanzi's name and identity.

"Hmm?" Wen Yu hummed softly, the rising ending tone was lazy and playful, as if urging Yan Zi to answer quickly.

Song Linsheng held the teacup in one hand and sipped it gently. He neither stopped nor said anything. He let Wen Yu tease Yan Zi, and he just smiled without saying a word.

If it was really Yan Zi, she was just a nine-year-old child. Song Linsheng would definitely not allow Wen Yu to do this.

But what about Yan Zi now...

Since it was transformed from a poplar, it must be over a hundred years old. There's nothing wrong with asking Xiaoyu to practice with it.

His reckless nature easily led to disaster. This time, it was simply because Yan Zi was also a mortal. If he offended other demons and ghosts next time, he would probably suffer.

Thinking of this, Song Linsheng continued to drink tea attentively.

Seeing that Song Linsheng had no intention of helping, Yanzi couldn't help but swallow her saliva again, and then she said hesitantly: "He...he is not my brother..."

It is obvious that Song Linsheng is the director of the Song residence, but he only follows Wen Yu's orders. Even A Yuan and others who live in Taketori-in know about this.

Yanzi thought angrily in her heart, but she could do nothing about it.

Wen Yu pursed his lips and did not answer.

For a moment, no one made a sound in the room, and you could hear a pin drop.

Just when Yanzi thought Wenyu was finally going to let him go, Wenyu suddenly stood up, put his hands on Yanzi's shoulders, and said without hesitation: "Of course not, you are Yanzi, and Wen Yanli is naturally your brother."

"Right? Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu did not let go of Song Linsheng who was watching the show opposite him, and suddenly passed the conversation over to him.

Song Linsheng raised his eyelids, and his gentle gaze swept back and forth between Wen Yu and Yan Zi. He nodded seriously and replied, "That's right."

Yan Zi hunched his neck. His previous shouts of wanting to fight and compete were just bravado. In reality, his showmanship wasn't even enough to impress Wen Yu behind him.

Now that she understood the situation, Yanzi's momentum naturally weakened, "But I... I'm not Yanzi either."

After hearing this, Wen Yu stopped teasing Yan Zi, but she was not angry, nor did she use any threats or inducements.

She glanced at Song Linsheng opposite her, and recalled what Song Linsheng had said when he said farewell to Lord Jia that day.

White horse and reed flowers, white horse and reed flowers.

No matter how far you go, you should never forget why you set out in the first place.

Wen Yu sighed lightly, lifted his robe and sat down next to Yan Zi.

Then, when Wen Yu raised her sleeve, Yan Zi stiffened her body and turned sideways, her eyes fixed on Wen Yu's hand, fearing that she would slap her the next moment.

Wen Yu was stunned, looked at her hands in disbelief, and then looked at Yan Zi.

Is she that scary?

Wen Yu glared at Yan Zi, then rubbed his forehead, just like she usually caressed A Yuan, and patted him gently at the end.

"Since you've adopted Yanzi's appearance and identity, you should also assume Yanzi's responsibilities," Wen Yu advised patiently. "Even though Song Linsheng and I know you're not Yanzi, in the eyes of Ayuan and Azhu, you're still the runaway Erlang of the Wen family they know."

Yan Zi was still immersed in the daze and had not yet come to his senses. He held his forehead with one hand, which had just been rubbed by Wen Yu, touched it lightly in disbelief, and then quickly bounced away.

It wasn't a slap...

It was not until Wen Yu finished speaking that Yan Zi belatedly responded, "I..."

He and Yanzi had always gotten along well. Although he borrowed Yanzi's identity and appearance, he had no ill intentions.

Before he could refuse, Wen Yu pressed on, "Do you remember what you promised Yan Zi?"

Yanzi nodded affirmatively, "Show him the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas."

Wen Yu smiled softly upon hearing this. She propped her chin up with one hand and tilted her head to look at Yan Zi. "The mountains and rivers don't have legs, and the rivers, lakes, and seas won't run away. You can go there whenever you want."

"It's just..." Wen Yu paused, his tone lowering. "But before that, why don't you go see Yan Zi's bedridden brother first? The laws of nature are endless, but human life is short. Yan Zi's brother doesn't have much time left."

Yan Zi's brows furrowed more and more as Wen Yu spoke. After he transformed, he seldom returned to the back mountain of the Wen family. He knew nothing about the affairs of the Wen family and never asked about them. Therefore, he was not aware of the sudden illness of the eldest son of the Wen family.

"If Yan Zi knew about this in the afterlife, he would surely miss his brother." Wen Yu shook her head, moving him with both emotion and reason.

Yan Zi's face was filled with worry. Before Wen Yu could finish her words, she quickly responded, "I'll go! I'll go!"

"But my brother suddenly fell ill. When did this happen?" Yan Zi asked.

He no longer avoided the issue in his words and simply addressed Wen Jia Dalang as his brother, while his own identity was still Yan Zi.

Now there is no Baiyang, only Yanzi.

Moreover, he had been traveling as Wen Yanzi for many years. When he met Ayuan and Azhu, he also used the name Yanzi.

Since you are Yan Zi, just continue to be Yan Zi.

Wen Yu's eyes turned and he was overjoyed.

——Done!

As long as Yan Zi asked this, it must be almost correct.

Wen Yu pinched his chin, recalling the scene when he met Madam Wen at the Wutong Ancestral Temple on Houchun Mountain that day, and slowly replied, "According to your mother, it should have been several months, but I don't know exactly how many months this is."

Yanzi frowned and said nothing, while Wenyu also had a worried look on her face.

Why not ask again in three days? But by then it will be a bit too late, right? Wen Yu pondered.

At this moment, Song Linsheng, who had been silent all this time, put down the teacup, and a slight sound was made when the cup wall hit the table.

Wen Yu and Yan Zi both looked over when they heard the voice, and saw that his eyebrows were gentle and his expression was calm.

"I may have heard something about this matter." Song Linsheng weighed his words carefully and said cautiously.

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yu and Yan Zi looked at each other, and tacitly moved their stools to the left and right sides of Song Linsheng.

After a series of tinkling and clanging sounds, Wen Yu and Yan Zi finally sat down beside Song Linsheng.

Song Linsheng opened his lips slightly, and was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and chuckled, with a secret joy in his heart.

At certain times, Xiaoyu and Yanzi are really... quite similar, just like now, both are lively and active, and extremely curious.

"How could it be?" Wen Yu was extremely surprised. She couldn't figure it out. "Haven't you just arrived in Jiangyang recently, and the eldest son of the Wen family has been ill for several months? How did you know?"

"Yes!" Yan Zi nodded in agreement, but he didn't dwell on it. He just asked, "What are they? Tell us quickly."

Song Linsheng nodded, and when his soothing voice sounded again, it brought a past event that Wen Yu and Yan Zi had never heard of before.

"At that time, I took the imperial examination together with the eldest son of the Wen family. I saw with my own eyes that he was awarded the title of Tanhua Lang by the emperor in the main hall." Song Linsheng talked about this past event. It was clearly not far away, but it seemed like many years had passed.

Since he came to Jiangyang Prefecture, everything in Shangdu seemed to be far away from him.

"Tanhua Lang?" Wen Yu held her cheeks with both hands and asked when she heard something confusing.

"Idiot." Yan Zi, standing beside her, looked at her with disdain and explained with a hint of pride, "Tanhualang is the third place after the results are announced among ordinary people who take the imperial examination."

Yanzi finally regained some face in front of Wenyu, and couldn't help feeling complacent.

He has been in the streets for many years, and all the news on the streets and alleys will escape his ears. He has collected a lot of messy, useful and useless knowledge.

If we were to count them carefully, it would probably take eight days and eight nights to finish.

Yan Zi glanced at Wen Yu arrogantly. Although this woman's cultivation was higher than his, the time she had been in the world... seemed to be less than his.

How strange! How strange!

Wen Yu was puzzled, but she remained confident. She pretended to be angry and sneered at Yan Zi, then turned to Song Linsheng for confirmation.

Song Linsheng pursed his lips and chuckled, nodding in agreement, confirming Yanzi's answer.

Now Yanzi was even more proud and lost his mind. He stuck out his tongue at Wenyu playfully. Apart from his cultivation, he was not inferior to Wenyu.

Wen Yu pouted. She didn't want to argue with Yan Zi. She just pretended she hadn't seen his smug look and asked Song Linsheng, "What happened next?"

Song Linsheng continued, "The eldest son of the Wen family is already full of talent, and now he has been honored. In addition, the emperor has personally appointed him to be the editor of the Imperial Academy. He is undoubtedly favored by the emperor and has a promising future."

"I still remember that day when the top scholar rode his horse through the streets, throwing fruits into his carriage, attracting the attention of all the officials and their wives in the capital. He was truly the most dazzling man."

Wen Yuxing's eyes were wide open. She had been listening with great interest, but at this point she suddenly grabbed Song Linsheng's sleeve and stopped him from talking.

"Unrivaled? How does that compare to you, the top scholar?"

Wen Yu smiled with her eyes curved, as if she would not let go unless Song Linsheng answered.

She had heard Xi Yan say that Song Linsheng was the first in the imperial examination, and if Wen Jia Dalang was in the same class as him, he should be ranked behind Song Linsheng.

"So you're the top scholar?" Yan Zi was surprised when she heard that. She looked back and forth between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng. "Then who's more powerful, you or my brother?"

Somehow, ever since he decided to marry Yan Zi for real, he seemed to feel proud of his brother's outstanding performance.

Song Linsheng looked at the curious eyes on both sides and shook his head helplessly, "Your brother is both talented and handsome, Linsheng... is three points inferior to him."

Wen Yu pursed her lips, clearly disagreeing, "I think you're being too modest."

She had heard from Xiyan that on the day the results were announced, the officials and their families in Shangdu surrounded Chengtian Gate so tightly that no one could get through. The officials in the court went to great lengths to compete for Song Linsheng, their son-in-law, even resorting to violent brawls.

Such a grand occasion is truly jaw-dropping.

It was for this reason that Song Linsheng resigned from the parade and did not show up.

Wen Yu supported his chin and thought about it, but he didn't know what the situation was like that day. Could it be much more lively than the Shangsi Festival on March 3rd?

Song Linsheng did not look complacent at all. He just smiled slightly but did not say anything.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long——

Thinking back on what happened during that period, it was indeed strange, but he had very little contact with Dalang of the Wen family, so he was not very clear about it.

Song Linsheng sighed softly, and then changed his tone, "It was only around March or April when the eldest son of the Wen family reported to the emperor that he was seriously ill and wanted to return home to recuperate. The emperor was sympathetic and allowed him to go home."

Wen Yu counted on her fingers, March and April...

"In other words, brother has been suffering from these symptoms for half a year?" Yan Zi thought quickly and calculated the time.

He was already very familiar with the way people calculated time and space, and he knew it in the blink of an eye.

Yanzi glanced at Wenyu beside her and said, why bother counting on fingers?