Chapter 210: "Xiaoyu, peace and prosperity every year."

Wen Yu turned around and saw that the person coming was Lord Mu.

Mu Tong lifted the carriage curtain holding a jade fan and leaned out from inside, greeting Wen Yu with a graceful posture and a smile on his face.

"Master Mu." Wen Yu tilted his head, glanced behind Mu Tong's carriage, and then asked, "Are you going home?"

Since Lord Mu has returned home, Song Linsheng should have finished his work. Why is he still nowhere to be seen?

"Yes," Mu Tong replied cheerfully. "Madam Wen, are you done with your work? Why don't you join me?"

Wen Yu was about to speak but was interrupted by Yu Chang.

He withdrew his hand from the medicine shelf, suddenly patted it twice, then turned around and met Mu Tong's eyes.

"Sister Wen Xing is here too?" Mu Tong turned and greeted Yu Chang.

However, Yu Chang's expression remained unchanged as he hummed, "Hmm."

Mu Tong remained silent, feeling frustrated.

At first, Sister Wen Xing could still talk to him, but since the last time on the ridge of the field...

Sister Wen Xing seemed too lazy to even bother dealing with him.

Wen Yu glanced around at Mu Tong and Yu Chang. Although he was silent, he did not suspect anything.

I just thought that Yu Chang was just brushing off the medicine dust in his hands.

"No need, Master Mu, please go ahead." Wen Yu waved her hand, indicating that Mu Tong should go first. "My sister and I will stay with Song Linsheng."

Having said this, Mu Tong no longer insisted. He just nodded and smiled, then asked the secretary to drive away.

The rolling wheels raised a little dust. Wen Yu raised her sleeves to fan herself and also fanned Yu Chang at the same time.

"Yu Chang," Wen Yu's eyes flickered as she asked tentatively, "Are you unhappy?"

The air pressure around Yu Chang was so low that even Wen Yu could hardly ignore it.

"I." Yu Chang's eyebrows moved, and he turned to look at Wen Yu, as if hesitating about how to answer.

But when Wen Yu heard it, her heart sank and she felt a little scared.

It’s just... I asked him to come out and dry the medicinal herbs, why is he so angry?

Wen Yu was quite puzzled. She was worried that he would be bored staying alone in the mansion...

Okay, it was her fault for ignoring Yu Chang just now.

"I didn't." Yu Chang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly changed the subject. While turning his face away, his lips slightly raised.

The ability to read people's minds was something he had since he was born, but he had rarely used it before. But now... he found that it was quite handy to use.

Wen Yu saw him take out another basket of herbs from the medicine shelf and examine them, and he really didn't seem unhappy. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Madam Wen!" The voice of Xiyan was heard.

Wen Yu turned his head and looked over, and saw Xi Yan tying up his carriage and heading towards him.

But as soon as he got close, he turned around and went straight towards Yu Chang.

Wen Yu originally wanted to respond, but after seeing this scene, he had no choice but to turn around and follow Xi Yan.

"Xingxing, please put me down!" Xiyan walked hurriedly, smiling even more attentively. "Watch your hands."

Xiyan took the dustpan from Yu Chang's hand in a few seconds, and then put it back on the medicine shelf, without forgetting to ask Yu Chang about his well-being.

Wen Yu's eyes froze, and he was dazed for a moment.

Is it because she has been running too frequently along the Yuanshui River these days that she has overlooked something?

Xiyan and Yuchang...when did they become so close?

Wen Yu blinked in disbelief, and even raised his sleeves and waved them in front of him twice.

Is she dazzled?

Yu Chang lowered his eyes and looked at his empty hands, but did not explain to Xiyan that he had just taken them away and did not want to put them back.

He just nodded faintly to Xiyan as a thank you, then turned to look at Wenyu, and when he met her puzzled gaze, he shrugged innocently.

"Wash the inkstone." Wen Yu called.

After washing the inkstone and putting away the dustpan, he turned around and said, "Madam Wen, I'm here to take Madam Wen and Miss Yingying out of the city."

"Leaving the city." Wen Yu's mind moved. Xi Yan never said such nonsense. "Aren't we going home?"

"Don't rush home today." A male voice sounded, but it was not the inkstone in front of Wen Yu.

But she was so familiar with this voice that she didn't even have to bother to identify it. She could tell who it was even with her eyes closed.

"Song Linsheng."

Wen Yu turned around with a smile and saw Song Linsheng put down the belt in his hand and stood in front of the door.

He was dressed in a white robe, and the aqua blue belt on his body looked like a sea dragon passing through his arms and soaring among the clouds.

"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng smiled and walked over. "Are you done with your work?"

"Yeah!" Wen Yu nodded repeatedly and took a few steps forward. "But why did you say you weren't in a hurry to go home today?"

By this time, Uncle Song must have prepared food and was waiting for them.

Song Linsheng put away the bag in his hand, and Xiyan, who was standing beside him, immediately took it.

Wen Yu also smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeves.

"Today is the first day of September." Song Linsheng nodded, leaning down and looking at Wen Yu seriously, "Xiaoyu, do you know what day it is?"

His fair and handsome face suddenly approached. Wen Yu tightened her lips and her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

When she came to her senses, she remembered Madam Wen's instructions just now.

"Is it a busy day?" Wen Yu pointed to the piles of pulse records in the hall. "Today's patients have doubled."

Song Linsheng raised a faint smile on his lips. Although he didn't show his joy, it was still not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

"Xiaoyu, you must be very tired today, right?" Song Linsheng frowned, as if thinking, "Why not... go home?"

"Not tired, not tired!" Wen Yu suddenly retorted for some reason.

Although she was not very clear, she could guess that Song Linsheng must have something to say.

"First, tell me why there are so many people here today."

Song Linsheng nodded slightly. He knew Xiaoyu's personality very well. She would definitely not return home at this moment.

"According to Jiangyang's customs, the first day of September is Daughters' Day. People go to the Wutong Ancestral Temple to worship during the day, and then return to the city to watch the lantern festival at night."

Song Linsheng hummed, looking around Wen Yu's medical room.

It fell on the only way out of the city to the Wutong Ancestral Temple.

"I guess people just happened to be passing through here, and because of Xiaoyu's reputation for healing people, they all wanted to take their pulse here."

Wen Yu listened quietly, nodding frequently as Song Linsheng spoke, agreeing with him. However, her mind turned back to the key point.

"I don't have any magical powers." Wen Yu's cheeks flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, "But what are you talking about... Girls' Day?"

How come she had never heard of it?

Song Linsheng smiled brightly, raised his sleeve to pick the medicine residue from Wen Yu's hair, and answered patiently and gently, "Yes, according to Jiangyang's custom, the first day of September every year is Daughter's Day, a festival to pray for the healthy growth of daughters."

It doesn’t matter if Xiaoyu didn’t know it before. As long as Xiaoyu stays in Jiangyang Mansion, she will slowly find out in the future.

"On this day, families with daughters would hold a banquet to celebrate, and daughters would dress up and go out together, playing and having fun along the banks of the Yuan River."

"New clothes?"

Wen Yu blinked, then leaned over to look at her dress. Clusters of white lily of the valley were embroidered on the light blue material.

"Is this why Ah Zhu and Ah Bo insisted that I wear this dress so early this morning?"

She just thought the color was refreshing and didn't realize it was for her to wear new clothes.

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu quietly, nodding affirmatively, "Yes."

The lily of the valley is as white as snow, which is a perfect match for Xiaoyu.

Wen Yu touched the tip of his nose and glanced at Yu Chang over there belatedly. No wonder...

Even Yu Chang is dressed differently from usual. I guess it’s the work of Azhu and Abai?

"So what are we going to do next?" Wen Yu recalled Xi Yan's suggestion of leaving the city and pointed to the nearby stream. "Shall we also swim along the banks of the Yuanshui River?"

"Yes, but there's no rush."

Looking at Wen Yu's blinking eyes, Song Linsheng couldn't help but smile even more deeply, and raised his sleeve to take something out of his arms.

Wen Yu saw that Song Linsheng didn't say anything, but a small scarlet bag appeared in his palm as he moved.

Song Linsheng held the small scarlet bag in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then handed it to Wen Yu.

"For Xiaoyu."

Wen Yu frowned and doubts arose. She raised her hand and poked it, but did not take it immediately.

"What's this?"

I don’t know what’s inside the small bag made of vermilion cloth, but it looks bulging, which makes people even more curious.

The stitches on top...

Wen Yu lowered her eyes and glanced at the small dragon sachet hanging around her waist.

It looks so familiar.

Song Linsheng followed Wen Yu's gaze and looked at his palm, thinking about how to explain.

"Is this... a red envelope?"

So, it has to be accurate, after all, it is indeed red.

"Hmm?" Wen Yu tilted his head, somewhat confused, and could only reach out and poke again.

Hard, like...

"On Daughter's Day, you should give your daughter some small change wrapped in red cloth, hoping..."

Song Linsheng leaned down so that his eyes were level with Wen Yu's and handed the red cloth bag to Wen Yu. "May you be safe every year, Xiaoyu."

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled and she couldn't help but open her eyes wide. The breeze caused by his movements scratched Wen Yu's cheeks.

Her face felt itchy, and her heart seemed to be itchy too.

"I, I..." Wen Yu bit her lip and hesitated, "May peace come to you every year, may peace come to you every year."

"Please accept it quickly, Madam Wen!" Xiyan echoed from the side.

Wen Yu looked over in the direction of the voice and saw Xi Yan smiling with a smile on his face. He took out a triangular red cloth bag from his sleeve in a very formal manner and then handed it to Yu Chang attentively.

"Miss Yingying, this is yours."

After saying this, Xiyan scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.

"I also wish you peace every year."

Wen Yu saw Yu Chang's blank face and bewildered eyes. It wasn't until he caught Wen Yu's gaze that he twitched the corners of his lips and replied at a loss, "Well, you, I...thank you very much."

The sight before me was unbelievable.

It seems Xiyan and Yuchang are not only good friends, but also...

Wen Yu couldn't say for sure.

Before Yu Chang could look over, she quickly shrank back, took the small red envelope in her hands, and asked Song Linsheng, "Did you sew this yourself?"

Song Linsheng still leaned over to look at Wen Yu, but a hint of doubt appeared between his brows, "How did Xiaoyu know?"

Wen Yu looked at him strangely, then raised her hand and took out the small dragon sachet from her waist, put the red envelope and the change into the sachet, and tied the rope in front of Song Linsheng.

"Ahem." Song Linsheng stood up straight, covered his face with his sleeve and coughed twice. "It seems that my skills are still not very advanced."

"Keep working hard?" Wen Yu raised her hand and waved the sachet in front of Song Linsheng, then put it back around her waist.

"Of course." Song Linsheng nodded and agreed repeatedly.

Wen Yu's eyes flickered as she glanced towards Yu Chang.

Xiyan was smiling foolishly for some reason, while Yu Chang was holding the red envelope in his hand with a frown and a serious look on his face.

She knew that it must be the "daughter" who offended Yu Chang.

But for several months in a row, except for the first night when he revealed his true identity, he appeared in female form every time afterwards.

Since Xiyan is his daughter, it is not surprising that she gave him a red envelope.

Wen Yu pursed her lips tightly, afraid that she would laugh out loud if she was not careful.

Seeing Yu Chang raise his head, Wen Yu quickly withdrew his gaze, pulled Song Linsheng and walked out.

"Since we're going to the river bend, why don't we set off?"

"It's not really a river cruise." Song Linsheng followed Wen Yu leisurely, letting her lead him. "There's a temple fair at Hou Tu Niangniang Temple this year. Why don't we go there and see what's going on?"

"Hou Tu Niangniang Temple?" Wen Yu exclaimed in surprise, "But there..."

She recalled some things from the past. Wasn't that the place where she and Song Linsheng first met Zhi Bai Niangzi and Song Yuan and the others?

But it seems to have declined.

"That's right." Song Linsheng took Wen Yu's hand and pulled her forward. "Don't worry, I've had people repair the Hou Tu Niangniang Temple. Maybe we can resume worship there after this temple fair."

"That would be best." Wen Yu and Song Linsheng walked side by side when a thought suddenly occurred to them, "Should we go back and pick up Ayuan, Azhu, Yanzi, and the others?"

By this time they had already finished school and probably wanted to go out and have some fun.

And Ah Zhu, I wonder if she is wearing new clothes today?

"No need." Song Linsheng shook his head. "I've asked Mr. Shen to take care of Ayuan and the others."

After all, Girls' Day is not only about blessing daughters, but also about blessing young men and women. On a day like this, he wants to go alone with Xiaoyu.

"That's fine." Wen Yu nodded in agreement.

The two walked side by side towards the carriage.

Yu Chang looked at the two people leaving and wanted to follow them immediately, but the sight of them traveling in pairs made him feel strange, and his feet felt like they were filled with lead and he could hardly move.

"Miss Yingying?" Xiyan pursed his lips but couldn't hide his smile. "What's wrong? Please come in quickly."

Seeing that the young master and Miss Wen were walking in front, Xiyan was anxious but did not forget the etiquette and waited for Yu Chang to come first.

Yu Chang withdrew his gaze and glanced at Xi Yan with an unclear mind. He lowered his head to look at the red envelope in his hand, thinking about the words "peace every year".

This mortal is really... even weirder than Wen Yu and Song Linsheng.

"Yeah." Yu Chang responded lightly, then stopped looking at Xiyan and walked forward.

After he took a few steps, Xiyan, who was lagging behind, patted his cheeks with both hands, took a deep breath, and then hurried to catch up.

The green mountains are silent, the Yuan River is peaceful, night begins to fall, and the rice fields on both sides gradually fall asleep.

Xiyan drove the carriage through the joyous and lively crowd, all the way towards Houtu Temple.

Wen Yu supported her chin with one hand and sat on the small table, with the incense burner with blue and white porcelain winding branches standing next to her.

She tapped the incense burner gently and glanced around boredly.

Song Linsheng smiled deeply as before, but Yu Chang was acting out of character.

He sat in silence, holding the red envelope that Xiyan had just given him, playing with it over and over again in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sister." Wen Yu tilted her head slightly, a little confused, "Why don't you put it away?"