Chapter 270: The first dongxiao is not here. ...

Without Song Zhuo's reminder, Wen Yu had already noticed something strange in the tomb. The coffin that had been neatly placed in the middle was now opened sideways, and inside it was—

Nothing.

Wen Yu's whole body stiffened, and an inexplicable chill mixed with anger arose spontaneously, radiating from between her brows, making her whole body become extremely sharp.

Seeing her reaction like this, Yu Chang became as cold as ice.

He had expected that Wen Yu would not allow anyone to destroy Song Linsheng's tomb, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still shocked by Wen Yu's instant transformation.

If it was because of him, would Wen Yu do the same?

"It's tomb robbers!" Wen Heng reacted immediately and hurriedly checked with Song Zhuo beside him. "How could a body be buried like this in the past?"

Song Zhuo was anxious and angry, but even more so, he was filled with rage and indignation. He gnashed his teeth and answered word by word, "Of course not. Damn it!"

Who dared to break into the Song family cemetery and steal?

For hundreds of years, the cemetery has been guarded by servants and nothing has ever gone wrong. But now, in his hands, something like this could happen.

He didn't want to evade responsibility or exonerate himself, but the current situation must have disturbed his ancestors. What should he do?

Song Lin clenched his fists tightly, his palms clenched tightly. His originally frail and fair face was now flushed with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot, which was in stark contrast to his usual gentle and kind appearance.

"What are you standing there for?" Wen Liangyi, always a playful person, was now extremely serious. "Search separately! I'll go get Zhizhi and Jia Tingxi!"

When something this serious happens, it's impossible not to report it to the authorities.

The noisy clamor caused by everyone talking buzzed in Wen Yu's ears, making her almost dizzy. She couldn't tell who was speaking and who was responding.

As if being beaten by layers of waves, Wen Yu's ears, nose, throat, eyes and every sense were tightly filled with the tide, making any sound she heard seem to be covered with gurgling foam.

Wen Yu lost his balance.

Like a lone boat or a floating duckweed, she wanted to go against the tide, but ultimately she could not escape the fate of being swallowed by the raging waves.

As he drifted up and down, Wen Yu's consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Xiaoyu." Someone called out amid the increasingly turbulent waves.

This sound, like a clear chime or broken jade, suddenly woke Wen Yu, who was in a daze.

She suddenly raised her eyes, then turned around to follow the sound.

The stone door that had just opened inward now cast shadows together with the walls on both sides, and the voice of "Xiaoyu" came from within.

The flickering light and shadow outlined a faint outline behind it, clearly...

Wen Yu opened her mouth slightly. She wanted to say something but was surprised to find that she could not make any sound. However, this situation was insignificant compared to her guess.

"Is that you?" the shadow asked tentatively, his voice fluctuating with surprise. "Xiaoyu?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the noise around them receded like the tide, and Song Zhuo and others immediately quieted down and turned around.

"Sister Heng." Song Zhuo protected Wen Heng calmly.

Wen Liangyi couldn't help but squeeze between Song Zhuo and Wen Heng, muttering in a low voice: "Song Xuechuan you!"

Yu Chang's fingertips hidden in his sleeves suddenly curled up, and he looked sideways at Wen Yu's expression.

Wen Yu's reaction, coupled with the strange aura he had already sensed when he was outside the door, made it seem like he didn't need to guess what was lurking behind the layers of shadows.

It seemed as if heaven was playing a huge joke on her.

The person she had been searching for in the underworld for three hundred years was trapped in this airtight tomb and had never left?

"Song Linsheng." Wen Yu murmured.

The light and thin voice contained countless unbelievable things, and the shock brought by the long-awaited reunion added an indescribable sense of heaviness to it.

Just three words, yet they evoked a graceful feeling that spanned a century.

There are endless nights and endless dawns in the Rebirth Inn. Every time she is about to fall asleep, she will suddenly wake up when she thinks of Song Linsheng's name. Then she will go to the Naihe Bridge to fill three hundred bowls of Mengpo soup, and will not stop until she finds Song Linsheng among the souls who drink the soup.

"Ancestor?" Song Zhuo was certainly familiar with the name Wen Yu called out. "Ancestor?"

"How could this be?" Wen Heng was half-believing and half-doubting. This... was really too horrifying.

Wen Liangyi was used to it and had heard so many stories about his second uncle that he accepted it a little faster than Song Zhuo and Wen Heng. He immediately retorted, "Why not?"

The three of them gathered together, all holding their breath as they followed their aunt's gaze and looked behind the stone gate.

In the shadow behind the tomb door, the thin and tall figure moved out quickly in response to Wen Yu's call. There seemed to be a sound of bones rubbing against each other as he moved, and the man seemed to notice it. He slowed down his pace and raised his sleeves to tidy up his appearance.

As he moved closer, the shadow that had originally covered his face gradually faded away, and soon half of his face was revealed.

Although only half of the face is revealed, and the other half is still in shadow, the jade-carved appearance is clearly——

"Song Linsheng!" Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled and her eyes widened. She exclaimed without caring about anything else.

She should be very sad, but for some reason, she saw Song Linsheng in plain clothes made of coarse cloth and with his hair in a simple bun, which was nothing like the noble young man he used to be.

Wen Yu suddenly laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he did so.

Crying and laughing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Xiaoyu, it's me." Song Linsheng's eyebrows were gentle and his eyes were moving. No matter how rough his clothes were, it was difficult to hide the dignity around him.

"Ancestor... his body is still intact, and his appearance remains." Song Zhuo's voice became increasingly low. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe. "How could it be... like this?"

"This..." Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi looked at each other, neither of them able to explain why.

Wen Liangyi's gaze flickered between Song Linsheng and Wen Yu. "Since my aunt has the secret to immortality, perhaps my uncle also has the secret to eternal youth."

"Wen Jibai." Song Zhuo glanced at him and agreed unconsciously, "Don't talk nonsense."

This kind of thing is not something you say casually.

Unaffected by the crowd, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng just stared at each other silently, neither of them speaking. But it seemed that just one glance was worth a thousand words.

Everything around them disappeared in an instant, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

She thought she had a lot to say.

The cold wind and rain, and the dilapidated eaves of the Wangsheng Inn; the noisy resentful souls and the howling of ghosts by the Naihe Bridge; Xie Bian's chattering and Fan Wujiu's silence; and... and the fact that she mistook Emperor Taihao for Song Linsheng in the Netherworld Hall.

She wanted to tell Song Linsheng everything in detail.

But at this moment, she suddenly didn't know where to start or what to say.

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing. She raised her sleeve and wiped her face twice. Uncontrollable joy was revealed in her eyes.

Sometimes it's like this, even if you keep your mouth shut, your eyes can't hide it.

The lights flickered, illuminating the tomb chamber that was dark from the sun, and the warm yellow light and shadow cast a strange color on everyone's faces.

Half of Song Linsheng's body was hidden in the shadows, but it was not difficult to see that he was tall, handsome and elegant, just like he had stood under the hanging flower archway of Guanwu Courtyard countless times before, waiting for Wen Yu to follow him.

And this time, Wen Yu also naturally raised her foot and stepped forward just like she did then.

"Don't go over there! He's not--" Yu Chang raised his sleeves to block Wen Yu and immediately spoke out to stop him.

But before Yu Chang could finish his words, or even before he could finish, Wen Yu flew away like a butterfly, her flying hair brushing past him, leaving only the fragrance on his hands.

Wen Yu rushed forward alone without hesitation until she stood in front of Song Linsheng.

Song Linsheng stood opposite Wen Yu with smiling eyes. He leaned down slightly and looked into her eyes deeply.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are like clear ponds.

No matter how many years have passed, Song Linsheng is still like a spring flowing from a mountain stream, like a cedar growing in the crevice of a cliff.

Solid, silent, fragrant, and soft.

Wen Yu pursed her lips tightly. She didn't want to show any sadness at such a good encounter.

In that case, Song Linsheng would be anxious again.

After staring for a while, Wen Yu raised her sleeve to straighten the ribbon that was fluttering in front of Song Linsheng, and then looked at his jade-like face repeatedly.

Is she still as pretty as before, but seems a little thinner?

But soon, Wen Yu discovered that beneath Song Linsheng's gentleness, there was a hint of obvious anxiety.

His eyes were drawn to Wen Yu's eyebrows with great reluctance and affection, while at the same time he couldn't help but glance around, looking for something in panic.

"Song Linsheng, what are you looking for?"

Wen Yu followed his gaze downwards, and saw nothing but ordinary blue bricks all around, nothing special about them.

After a fruitless search, Song Linsheng raised his eyes and looked at Wen Yu steadily, and replied in a daze, "Dongxiao, Xiaoyu, my Dongxiao."

The voice was low and light, like a floating cloud. Unlike his previous calm and composed demeanor, Song Linsheng's voice now carried a hint of pleading.

Wen Yu was surprised by his change and repeated a little slowly, "Dong Xiao..."

"Yes, the flute." Song Linsheng nodded affirmatively, almost crying, "The flute you gave me."

Wen Yu was startled, then immediately understood——

It was the purple bamboo flute she gave to Song Linsheng at the Lantern Festival on the Girls' Day.

Song Linsheng hurriedly swept the ground on both sides, even checking the cracks between the bricks, but still found nothing.

"The flute is gone. I can't find it."

"I'll help you find it, okay?"

Wen Yu followed the path Song Linsheng had taken, carefully checking it out while protecting him. She had no time to think about anything else, let alone care about others. She just followed Song Linsheng closely.

This scene fell into Yu Chang's eyes, making him speechless.

He couldn't believe that Wen Yu hadn't noticed anything strange about this place, but she...

Why is this happening? Why...?

Seeing this, Song Zhuo, who was not far away, did not care about being surprised. He reacted immediately and turned to search through the boxes and cages on the side of the tomb that displayed various funerary objects.

Every piece of collection in the cemetery has been recorded and organized and kept by the head of the Song family.

When he was young, his elder brother was the head of the family. He once accompanied his elder brother to copy the collection list, among which was this purple bamboo flute.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be inside the tomb.

"Xiao Zhuo." Wen Heng came over to help, but he didn't see any flute. "How are you doing over there?"

Song Zhuo's movements gradually stopped and he glanced at Wen Heng silently.

Wen Liangyi hadn't given up yet and was counting them one by one. "Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

"No, that purple bamboo flute must be among the collection." Song Zhuo retorted without hesitation.

My brother never makes mistakes, and his memory never lies.

Wen Yu followed Song Linsheng's steps and walked back and forth in the tomb.

Most of the time, she didn't bother looking for the flute, but instead focused on looking at Song Linsheng's figure in a trance.

He must have... looked for it many times, right?

How did he get through the days of searching alone without her help?

Wen Yu closed his eyes, trying to calm the surging in his chest, which was like surging waves and surging ocean waves.

"Unless..." Wen Heng pondered, not knowing whether he should express his guess out loud.

For a noble family like the Song family, if such a thing happened, it would definitely not be considered glorious.

"Unless someone steals the flute." A straightforward statement interrupted Wen Heng's hesitation.

Everyone turned around and saw it was Wen Yu.

Her clenched hands were hidden in her sleeves, and her face looked normal. She just stood there, yet she exuded an endlessly powerful aura.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Such an aunt...Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi, who had just met her once or twice, were all stunned. A very strange feeling surged in their hearts. In a daze, everyone realized belatedly that they knew very little about the aunt.

Besides being their aunt, Wen Yu is also herself.

They had no idea what her temperament was like or what her behavior was like.

"Aunt..." Song Zhuo called in a low voice, not daring to refute.

It is not impossible. After all, the space in the tomb is limited. Where can a flute be hidden?

Wen Yu raised her sleeve to stop Song Zhuo from talking, then turned around and looked at Song Linsheng who had not given up looking for her yet.

His tall body was half hunched, and he was almost willing to bow himself to the dust for a flute, not caring about the dirt accumulated over the past hundred years rushing to stain his clothes.

The originally handsome and elegant figure now ends up in a state of panic and embarrassment.

Somehow, a cold look flashed across Wen Yu's face.

For no reason, she recalled the sound of the flute last night, and all her doubts seemed to be answered in an instant.

"Song Linsheng, Song Linsheng." Wen Yu softened her expression and gently stopped him, "Listen to me, don't look for it yet, okay?"

Song Linsheng's body froze, and after a long while he turned around to look at Wen Yu. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, but he did not refute.

He always listened to Wen Yu's words.

But it was this kind of obedience and obedience that deeply hurt Wen Yu. Her eyes were hot and she wanted to say something but couldn't bear to say it out loud.

The dongxiao is not here.