Chapter 173: "Go to the mountain to find a Feng Shui treasure..."

Guan'an Lane is filled with towering green trees and a refreshing breeze; even standing in front of the door and talking there won't be any discomfort from the scorching heat.

Mu Tong stopped smiling, straightened his expression, and spoke very cautiously, "Sir Song, a few days ago you asked me to help you with the dredging of the Yuan River. We have made some progress, but..."

His voice became slow and solemn, and the hesitation in it made Song Linsheng ask, "Just what?"

"However, during this process, we have discovered a strange thing. Now that the Dragon Boat Festival in May is approaching, we are afraid of chaos. Therefore, I would like to ask for your advice."

Song Linsheng frowned and said nothing, wondering what could have happened that would have caused the always at ease Lord Mu to come in person.

But what he said was true. The Dragon Boat Festival was coming soon, and the government office was preparing for the sacrificial ceremony. Now the people were eagerly waiting for it, and Jiangyang Prefecture could not afford to have any accidents at this time.

"Have you heard of it, sir..." Mu Tong lowered his voice.

As the sky gradually darkened and dusk fell, Wen Yu and the other two stood facing each other under a tree, talking in low voices.

It was not until the lights in front of the door covered his figure with a warm yellow coat that Mu Tong finally said goodbye and left.

When Xiyan parked the carriage and came back, he saw Lord Mu's carriage turning out of Guan'an Lane. He withdrew his gaze and walked quickly to his own master.

"Master, Madam Wen, let's go back!"

Unexpectedly, both of them remained silent. Xiyan's eyebrows jumped. What on earth did Lord Mu say to the young master and Madam Wen?

"Mrs. Wen?" Xiyan asked cautiously.

Based on his experience as a clerk these days, he knew that when the young master hadn't expressed his opinion, it would be right to ask Madam Wen.

Wen Yu crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flickering between Song Linsheng and Xi Yan before she made a decision without hesitation, "Xi Yan, is the carriage parked?"

Xiyan felt relieved and a smile spread across his face. He thought he would park the carriage and return home. "Of course!"

Song Linsheng's eyes moved slightly, he raised his eyes to glance at Xiyan, and continued in silence.

Wen Yu's smile deepened, and he said cunningly, "It's good that it's parked. Once it's parked, we can rush out again!"

"Ah?" Xi Yan's smile froze on his lips, revealing traces of disbelief. "Now?"

Xiyan looked up at the low-hanging sky.

The rosy glow dissipates and night falls.

"Where are the three of us going now?" We've been busy outside all day, why do we want to go out when we're right at the doorstep?

Xiyan cast a puzzled look at his own son, but the latter was as steady as a rock and said nothing.

"It's not the three of us." Wen Yu stretched out his palm and gestured with Xi Yan, "It's the four of us."

"Four?" Xi Yan was still in a trance, becoming increasingly confused. "Where did we get four?"

…

Outside Jiangyang Prefecture, the Yuanshui River.

At night, even the birds in the forest return to their nests to rest, not to mention the people who are busy all day. So along the road, apart from the sound of carriages and horses passing by, there is only the sound of the wind, and there is not even a single pedestrian.

Xiyan sat back, holding the reins in one hand and the other hand on the carriage door, shouting, "Master, Madam Wen, we're almost there."

Gusts of night wind blew in, and along with Xiyan's words, they penetrated the carriage curtains, startling the tassels that adorned them and causing them to sway left and right.

Wen Yu swallowed the last bite of Huadiao drunken crab and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

The lingering aroma of wine lingers between your lips and teeth, and the fresh, sweet and firm crab meat is even more memorable.

Why did she feel that the food in the small kitchen run by Uncle Song was much better than that in Jiangyang Restaurant?

Song Linsheng pursed his lips and smiled softly. The faint blush on Xiaoyu's face seemed to be woven by the morning glow and cut by the evening clouds.

Very... cute.

He raised his sleeves to put the remaining bowls, plates and leftovers into the food box, and placed it beside him. At the end, he did not forget to pour a cup of tea for Qingkou and handed it over.

Wen Yu also enjoyed it very much and reached out to take it with a satisfied look on his face.

Just as Song Linsheng and Wen Yu's fingertips were about to touch, a clear yet mournful voice rang out at the right moment.

"I say, where on earth are you two taking me at this hour of night?"

But these words did not interrupt Wen Yu's actions. After she took the tea and sorted it out, she slowly turned her head back and looked at the scene between her and Song Linsheng——

It was Yanzi.

"Just take him to a good Feng Shui spot on the mountain and bury him." Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and pretended to be profound.

"What! You woman!" If it wasn't inconvenient to use fists and feet in the car, Yan Zi would probably jump three miles away on the spot.

But as soon as he said this, he stopped as if he had to pull himself back from the brink of death. His flashing eyes first looked at Song Linsheng and then at Wen Yu. When he spoke again, he had completely lost his aura.

Ah Yuan once told him that a real man can bend and stretch...

"I mean, Wen...Sister Wen, are you joking with me?" How could she really bury him?

Yan Zi's words were full of hesitation and surprise, but more of it was filled with nervous temptation, which made Song Linsheng, who was silent beside her, couldn't help laughing.

Wen Yuduan, on the other hand, remained calm and was not at all bothered by Yanzi's pity.

"What a joke! Isn't it a shame that the Great Immortal Baiyang has to live in the Song residence? Why not find a hilltop with good feng shui and plant it there? Then water and fertilize it well so that it can thrive."

Wen Yu nodded frequently as he spoke, and his words sounded serious and interesting.

After saying this, he looked thoughtful and asked Song Linsheng, "Is that right, Song Linsheng?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Linsheng finally laughed out loud, like the quiet spring mountains and the gentle chirping of birds. "If I could produce many white poplar immortals, that would be even better."

He knew what Xiaoyu was thinking. He seemed to have forgotten how law-abiding he was in the past, and now he just couldn't help but support her.

"You! You guys!" Yan Zi was horrified and stood up to escape.

He just thought that after going through many things before, Wen Yu was really treating him well and really wanted him to study and learn to read with A Yuan.

But I didn't expect that she had such a vicious and sinister plan!

"Hmm?" Wen Yu glanced at Yan Zi lazily, "Where are you going, Great Immortal?"

Yanzi's throat moved slightly and she couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls. It was clearly Wen Yu who was eating the Huadiao drunken crab, so why was he the one who was so thirsty?

Like a defeated rooster, Yanzi shrank back angrily.

He glanced between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng with a mixture of resentment and helplessness. His lips moved for a long time before he managed to utter, "Where are you going?"

Wen Yu nodded when she heard this, and seemed very satisfied with his answer.

She is a disciple of the God of Spring after all. If she can't even stop herself from saying nice things to a little goblin like Yan Zi, how can she be tolerated?

Yan Zi exhaled deeply and kept glancing at Wen Yu from the corner of her eyes. The joy between her eyebrows was not concealed at all, which was really infuriating!

Well, this woman's cultivation is far superior to his, so where can he escape to?

You can kill me or chop me up, it’s all up to you.

Yanzi's cheeks were puffed up, and he looked angry, but he didn't look like a poplar transformed from a tree. Instead, he had some of the charm of a pufferfish.

Wen Yu stopped smiling. She was indeed feeling somewhat proud, but she had not yet completely forgotten herself to the point of not knowing the important matters.

"Ahem, Great Immortal Baiyang?" Wen Yu tilted his head and called softly.

No one answered.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zi turned her head and faced Song Linsheng.

He is not some low-level demon who can be manipulated and ordered around by others!

"Oh..." Wen Yu was not at all flustered. She leaned on the table with her elbows and stared at Song Linsheng thoughtfully. "Song Linsheng, where is the Feng Shui site we chose?"

But as soon as these words came out, without waiting for Song Linsheng to respond, Yan Zi hurriedly took over, "Okay! Go ahead, go ahead! What's the matter?"

It is not a shame to be a low-level demon. A real man is one who can bend and stretch!

Yanzi repeated it silently three times in her heart.

Wen Yu's lips curved slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. "Yanzi, a strange thing happened in Jiangyang recently. Have you heard about it?"

Yanzi glanced at Wenyu with resentment, knowing that his name was Yanzi!

"What's so strange? You asked Xiyan to take me to school every day to learn to read and write. How could I have the time to listen to any strange things?"

When this matter was brought up, Yanzi was very unhappy.

How can a goblin like him read books and recognize words?

This woman forced Xiyan to force him to read poetry and study lessons every day. It would be better for her to teach him some practical and useful magic tricks.

Is he afraid that if he teaches his apprentice, he won't have a master, and won't be able to bully others in the future? What a stingy person! Drink cold water!

Yanzi was secretly making plans, but an innocent smile was already on her face.

Song Linsheng exchanged a glance with Wen Yu and asked slowly, "Yanzi, have you ever heard of spring amaranth?"

"What grass?" Yan Zi was angry and couldn't help asking out loud because she was deaf for a moment.

As Yan Zi asked this question, the words that Lord Mu had said when he came to visit her seemed to still ring in her ears...

"Sir, have you ever heard of spring amaranth?" Mu Tong looked serious and worried.

"Spring grass." Song Linsheng read out each word clearly.

He seemed to have this thing in his memory, but he was a little confused for a moment and couldn't remember it completely.

Meanwhile, Wen Yu, who had been bored to the side, suddenly perked up. She stepped between Song Linsheng and Mu Tong and replied mysteriously, "Its appearance is beautiful and prosperous."

In an instant, a flash of inspiration came to Song Linsheng, and he understood it in an instant.

But before he could open his mouth, Lord Mu took the lead.

"Mrs. Wen, have you read the chronicles of the prefectures and states?" Mu Tong was surprised and happy, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes!" Wen Yu nodded affirmatively, recalling what was written in the book. "I remember the prefecture and county chronicles also said that this spring amaranth grows on the Yuan River and has been there for a thousand years."

"That's right, what Madam Wen said is exactly the same as the prefecture and county annals." Mu Tong's eyes were full of praise, and he was not stingy with his words, "Madam Wen has a good memory!"

Wen Yu raised her chin slightly, as if she was overjoyed by Mu Tong's praise.

Song Linsheng pursed his lips and said nothing. Xiaoyu naturally had a good memory.

It was only a long time since the day when he and Xiaoyu read the prefectural annals in the government office, but Xiaoyu could recite the contents of the annals without any error, even to the last detail...

Xiaoyu's ability to remember everything she sees is indeed extraordinary.

Song Linsheng stopped thinking and stopped thinking too much. "Why did Lord Mu mention this spring grass?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Tong stopped joking and said seriously, "Sir Song, I originally thought that the records in the prefecture and county annals were full of the beautiful imaginations of the predecessors, so they might be fabricated."

After all, since he took office as Jiangyang, he had never seen or heard of any spring amaranth.

"It's just that recently, due to the Dragon Boat Festival, my colleagues and I have been busy dredging the Yuan River. Yesterday, a yamen runner nearly lost his life while removing the silt."

"What?" Song Linsheng was shocked when he heard this. "Did something go wrong?"

"Don't worry, sir. We were well-mannered at the time, and the injured man was quickly treated and is not seriously injured," Mu Tong consoled him. "But from what he described, it seemed as if something had entangled him underwater, with immense force, as if it had eyes, desperately trying to pull him back into the water."

Wen Yu listened quietly beside him, and looked up at Mu Tong thoughtfully, "You mean... it's spring amaranth?"