Chapter 172: Let the cedars grow and the white plum blossoms bloom...

"This is simply alarmist!" Wen Yu almost fainted from breathing.

Good, good, what a talentless but unattractive Song Linsheng!

She looked at Song Linsheng's jade-like face from left to right, and really couldn't see any connection between him and his lack of talent and appearance.

Song Linsheng seemed to be startled by Wen Yu, and his sleeves trembled slightly for a moment, but he did not refute her. Instead, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing him like this, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She had overreacted.

The carriage was filled with a cool fragrance, and the thin white smoke floated between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, as if trying to pull the two closer.

After calming down a little, Wen Yu leaned forward towards Song Linsheng with her arms folded on the table.

She is just as Master said, a blockhead!

He usually talks non-stop, but why is he hesitant now?

I don't know what she was thinking, but Wen Yu suddenly laughed out loud.

"Master Song, do you know that excessive modesty can lead to arrogance?" Since Song Linsheng is well-read, why not use the principles in the books to scare him?

Song Linsheng finally looked up after hearing this, a pair of innocent eyes lying under his tightly furrowed brows, "Xiaoyu...that's not what I meant..."

He always speaks directly and rarely beats around the bush.

What I said today is indeed what I thought in my heart. I am not trying to gain Xiaoyu's favor by belittling myself.

But... Song Linsheng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the butterfly pastry in front of him.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Wen Yu pursed her lips and feigned anger, saying, "The book says, 'The wise praise, the foolish compare.' I wonder where all those books you've read have gone? How can you not understand such a simple truth?"

Xiyan also said that he was "as vast as a river of literature and as vast as a sea of ​​learning, and full of pearls of wisdom"! In her opinion, this still needs to be examined.

The corners of Song Linsheng's lips curled up into a helpless arc, but he was not angry. He just followed Wen Yu's words and continued.

"Xiaoyu, you know that what you learn from books is always shallow." Song Linsheng raised a half-smile between his brows. "I also learned today that principles are principles after all. If you really want to put them into practice, it will be a completely different world."

He didn't know about others, but he himself... obviously couldn't really do it.

Wen Yu was not discouraged. She just listened attentively to Song Linsheng's words. When he finished speaking, she quickly followed up, saying, "If you, the eldest son, are the blood-stained white plum blossoms, then you are the mountain cedar. We each have our own charms, so why bother comparing?"

In the past, when she was in the Eastern Heaven, she would occasionally run into other immortal kings’ disciples, or those who had transformed earlier than her, or those who were more advanced than her. At first, she would always avoid them, unwilling to show herself in front of others, for fear of being at a disadvantage and being ridiculed.

But her master told her that she was Wen Yu from the Temple of Spring, not someone else from any other temple, so she just needed to be herself and there was no need to compare herself with others.

From then on, she kept in mind that she was Wen Yu, not Zhang Yu or Li Yu, she was just herself.

"Song Linsheng, you're fine."

Wen Yu raised her sleeve and stuffed a piece of butterfly cake into Song Linsheng's hand, looking at him firmly.

Song Linsheng just held the butterfly cake in his hand and did not answer.

At this moment, his face was as calm as a lake, but his heart was beating like a drum.

He knew and understood the truth that Xiaoyu was talking about.

In the past, he would not compete with others to see who was better or who was worse. In fact, he was even willing to admit defeat and feel inferior to others many times.

But today is different from the past...

The carriage swayed, and rays of blue sunlight came in through the gaps in the raised curtains and fell directly on the butterfly pastry in Song Linsheng's hand. The thin layer of oil on his fingertips made it even more eye-catching.

Song Linsheng glanced at Wen Yu in front of him, and the color in his eyes was dark and unclear.

Whether it was the cedars in the mountains or the white plum blossoms in the pool of blood, there was only one thing he urgently wanted to know, which was what Xiaoyu really liked.

Is he really... like Mr. Wen...

If the answer is true, he... he can learn...

Song Linsheng's thoughts froze. Just now he was still thinking that he was not trying to gain Xiaoyu's favor by devaluing himself, but...

Did he really not think or do this?

Song Linsheng sighed in his heart, maybe he was crazy.

"Xiaoyu, whether it's a cedar or a white plum tree, each has its own strengths and weaknesses. If you can only pick one, how will you choose?"

Wen Yu's gaze gradually slid down, originally fixed on the butterfly cake. When she heard Song Linsheng ask this question, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at him.

But her sight returned, but her mind couldn't keep up.

Song Linsheng was very puzzled today. Whether it was cedar or white plum, why did he ask this question to a green phoenix tree like her?

Wen Yu's chest heaved, and he felt a little uneasy. After concentrating on thinking for a moment, he replied, not quite understanding, "I don't choose either."

Under Song Linsheng's slightly surprised gaze, Wen Yu supported her chin with one hand and drew circles on the table with the other.

"Cedar grows in the mountains, white plum blossoms grow on the branches, why do we have to pick them off?"

Wen Yu's frown revealed her doubts. "Wouldn't it be better to let the cedars grow and the white plum blossoms bloom?"

She is neither cedar nor white plum, but in her opinion, freedom is the best choice.

I thought so in my heart and said so out loud.

"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng's voice was very light and faint, and the rest of the words were lost in his throat.

Xiaoyu's answer seemed irrelevant, but her insight was profound...

An uncontrollable smile finally appeared at the corners of Song Linsheng's lips. He was narrow-minded.

"Xiaoyu is absolutely right." Song Linsheng nodded slightly and gave Wenyu an affirmative look.

Wen Yu looked up at Song Linsheng with a sly, complacent smile, "Of course."

No matter what, she is still a disciple of the God of Spring. A mere discussion of the Dao cannot frustrate her!

No matter how intelligent and wise Song Linsheng is, he is still a mortal after all, right?

The arm cannot twist the thigh, and mortals cannot defeat the goblins.

Wen Yu's eyes flickered and she pursed her lips to prevent herself from laughing too happily.

Then she raised her sleeve to push the back of Song Linsheng's palm and raised her chin to signal, "Eat quickly!"

Song Linsheng smiled deeply, his brows and eyes were calm, and he gently took a bite of the butterfly pastry in his hand.

Seeing Wen Yu's satisfied expression due to his actions, Song Linsheng's heart calmed down a little.

Perhaps, cedars would prefer to grow in the yard of your loved one rather than in the mountains?

While he was thinking about it, the carriage stopped steadily with a "whoosh" sound from the inkstone was washed.

"Sir, Madam Wen——"

Song Linsheng concentrated his attention and raised his voice slightly to ask, "Have you arrived at Xiyan?"

"Yes, sir," Xi Yan replied hurriedly, "but that carriage in front of the door seems to be that of Lord Mu. Would you like to get off and have a chat, or should I go and take a look first?"

Wen Yu's ears moved slightly, and she heard Xi Yan's words clearly. Without waiting for Song Linsheng to respond, she took the initiative to say, "Xi Yan! I'll go for you."

She hadn't seen Lord Mu for quite some time, and she wondered if Lord Mu had found any new rare treasures that would open her eyes.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu became even more impatient. She lifted her sleeves, lifted the curtain, and leaned out, leaving only one sentence:

"Song Linsheng, come with me quickly."

Looking at the dangling tassels, Song Linsheng chuckled and shook his head. By the time he straightened his appearance and lifted the curtain to walk out, Wen Yu had already jumped off the carriage and walked away, heading towards a carriage a little further away.

"Young Master..." Xiyan put away the footstool and waited in front of the car. While reaching out to support his young master, he followed his young master's line of sight to look at Wen Yu's cheerful back.

"Master, I heard everything you said to Madam Wen just now." Xiyan rolled his eyes and approached Song Linsheng mysteriously, "Master?"

Song Linsheng slowly got off the carriage and glanced at Xiyan helplessly, "So what if I heard it?"

Xiyan was not afraid at all, but rather seemed to be watching the fun.

He grew up with the young master, so he is not afraid!

Xi Yan pursed his lips, suppressed his smile, frowned, and sighed in a pretentious manner, "So? This is nothing. Sir, Madam Wen didn't choose you!"

It would be fine if Madam Wen didn't understand, but she had been serving the young master for many years and understood him down to the smallest detail, even down to the details of his facial expressions. She heard it all clearly.

It’s a pity that the young man took so much pains to compare himself to a pine tree, but all he got was “let the pine tree grow”.

Just now, outside the car curtain, he almost got internal injuries from suffocating.

Song Linsheng glanced at her, but he was not angry. He just shifted his gaze away from Xi Yan and looked at Wen Yu who was gradually moving away.

"Not choosing now doesn't mean I won't choose in the future."

After saying this, Song Linsheng ignored the noise and teasing from the man washing the inkstone behind him and walked away, following Wen Yu.

Wen Yu walked quickly, her clothes fluttering, and her feet seemed to be stepping on layers of waves. She arrived in front of the carriage very quickly.

It was only because the servant had informed the public in advance when they were only a few steps away that the curtain of the carriage was rolled up in time when Wen Yu stopped.

"Mrs. Wen - how are you? -" The long tail tone brought out a lazy and comfortable aftertaste. As the voice fell, a handsome and enthusiastic face poked out of the carriage.

The person who came was Mu Tong.

"Master Mu!" Wen Yu's eyes lit up and he waved happily, "It's been a long time since we last met. Master Mu is still as elegant as ever."

A hearty laugh rang out, and Mu Tong stood up and got out of the car. His movements were smooth, generous and open.

"Mrs. Wen is the one with beautiful appearance and eloquence!" Mu Tong stood in front of Wen Yu, shaking his folding fan that he never left behind, and joked with Wen Yu.

Wen Yu laughed out loud, feeling inexplicably relaxed while chatting and laughing with Lord Mu. The fatigue brought by today's hard work seemed to have been swept away.

The fan waved by Lord Mu just dispelled the May heat and brought her coolness.

"Didn't you say that today is a day off? Why is Lord Mu here?" Wen Yu asked hurriedly, exhaling the foul air from his mouth.

I had been sitting in the carriage for such a long time, feeling very suffocated. Now that I had suddenly gotten off, I felt refreshed and my mind was clear.

Mu Tong had a faint smile on his lips, one hand behind his back, and the other hand fanning Wen Yu.

"I came to look for Lord Song. Because he was on leave, I couldn't find him at the government office, so I had no choice but to visit him."

"Oh? Are you looking for Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of expectation. Well, if he is not looking for Song Linsheng, could he be looking for her?

Having said that, Wen Yu felt a strange ripple in his heart, which was really inexplicable.

Wen Yu suppressed his thoughts and pointed behind him, "Song Linsheng he——"

"Master Mu, why don't you come into the mansion and wait at the door instead?" Song Linsheng's voice came from far away and finally landed beside Wen Yu. "It's Linsheng's fault for not treating guests well."

Song Linsheng had a polite smile on his face, but a look of apology already appeared in his eyes.

"You're here." Wen Yu called out in a low voice and nodded to Song Linsheng, who responded with an affirmative nod.

"Master Song, what are you talking about?" Mu Tong didn't care about these empty formalities. "I just arrived, and it was only a short while before Master Song's carriage arrived."

Song Linsheng turned his head and looked at Mu Tong, his eyes inadvertently sliding over the folding fan in the other's hand.

"Master Mu, please forgive me. I wonder why you came to visit me today?"