Chapter 41 "Aunt! Aunt, save me!"...

She wanted to persuade her wife to finish her meal before leaving, but when she turned around, Wen Yu was no longer in the room.

Ah Zhu rubbed the back of her head, momentarily disoriented. Turning back, she saw rice paper flying across the table like falling snow, and hurried forward to tidy it up.

My lady, you didn't stay up all night last night, just practicing calligraphy, right?

Ah Zhu couldn't help but praise Wen Yu in her heart. "First, you stayed up all night studying, and then you wrote all day long. What an ambitious woman!" She would definitely tell her sister Ah Bo that she would learn from you and teach them both from reading and writing to writing poetry. Wouldn't that be too much?

Ah Zhu was thinking while tidying up the table.

She picked up the paper ball lying quietly on the ground, unfolded it and saw two words densely written on it -

Branches, white.

Azhu tilted his head, unable to figure out what Zhibai was.

Is it a person's name or an alias for a flower or plant?

She saw the pile of calligraphy and scrolls Uncle Song had sent her earlier, and she was even more puzzled. If she was practicing calligraphy, why didn't she copy some of the young master's poems? What was the meaning of writing "Bai Bai"?

Ah Zhu couldn't help but shake her head. If her wife was in front of her, she could still ask, but now that her wife was not here, she couldn't figure it out even if she racked her brains.

It would be better to clear the table early so that I can go and call Sister A-Bo to have dinner.

The morning light often seeped in through the carved window lattices, climbing onto the table and the hem of Ah Zhu's skirt. She was busy in the thin golden room, and the slanting light of the early sun stretched her figure out long.

Song's house, looking for a fragrant pond in the courtyard.

Wen Yu walked out of Guanwu Garden with great speed. She had memorized the courtyards and paths leading out of Guanwu Garden very clearly during the past few days at Song's residence. Therefore, she did not need anyone to lead the way and could get out smoothly.

When we arrived at the courtyard, we passed by a pool. The pool was probably a man-made landscape, surrounded by rockery and rubble. There were no ripples on it, and it didn't look like running water.

Gusts of gentle breeze blew by, rolling up the spring pear leaves on the branches and sliding them into the water, stirring up layers of waves, like a boat that has lost its direction, spinning on the rippling water.

Wen Yu saw a man lying by the pool from afar, not knowing what he was doing. She didn't intend to go up and ask, as she had important things to do.

Just as Wen Yu was about to walk around the man and go out, the man looked up and called out:

"Eh? Madam Wen?"

"Where are you going, Madam Wen?"

Wen Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw the man leaning against the stone bank to wash his inkstone. The surrounding area was filled with inkstones, pens, ink and other items scattered all over the floor, looking like they had not been cleaned up yet.

"Wash the inkstone?" Wen Yu exclaimed, puzzled, "Why aren't you going to follow your master? What are you doing here?"

There was a dark spot under Xiyan's eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept well, but he had a flattering smile on his face and raised the brush in his hand towards Wenyu.

"The young master went out early this morning? He asked me to tell my wife something."

After washing the inkstone, he dipped the goat's hair brush into the water, then waved his hand and moved the brush handle. The goat's hair brush, which was soaked with ink, instantly drew an ink lotus in the pool as soon as it came into contact with the water. It looked like a priceless ink painting by a celebrity.

Then the ink quickly dispersed, leaving behind traces of ink, like a long fishing line, one end connected to the tip of the pen, the other end diving underwater and disappearing...

Wen Yu looked at it. It was clearly a very beautiful picture, but he felt a little regretful for no reason.

Mortals can always create wonderful things unintentionally, but they are unable to preserve them forever, so they always disappear in a flash and cannot be used anymore.

Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between mortals and gods and monsters?

It's not about lifespan, magic, or appearance, but that when faced with all things, even gods can find room for maneuver, while mortals are always powerless...

Wen Yu lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly. What was she thinking? She had damaged Song Linsheng's longevity branch, which at best would change his fate, and at worst would cause him to die young. Wasn't she just as helpless?

It can be seen that she is no different from ordinary people.

"I said I'd go to Guanwu Garden to see my wife after washing my brushes! I didn't expect to meet her here."

The sound of washing the inkstone brought Wen Yu back to the present.

Xiyan picked up the brush from the water, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it. Then he swung it back and forth beside him to shake off the water.

Wen Yu walked over slowly and saw that besides the inkstone and the brush, there were also piles of papers spread out beside the inkstone. Some of them even had half-dried ink on them, which showed that their owners had just finished writing.

"A gentleman does not act rashly, nor does he speak in vain—"

Wen Yu half-knelt down and casually picked up the top page. The handwriting on it was sloppy. Although it was not as neat and elegant as before, it was still recognizable as Song Linsheng's handwriting.

Xiyan glanced back at Wenyu, and without stopping, he turned around and put the inkstone back into the water. While washing the inkstone, he continued to talk to Wenyu:

"A gentleman does not seek for anything, a gentleman does not act in vain..." Xiyan recited the words by heart and continued with the last two sentences effortlessly.

Wen Yu blew on the half-dried ink and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

No wonder Xiyan is so smart. Before Wenyu could even ask, he immediately took over the conversation.

"Last night, as soon as the young master returned to his room, he immediately started grinding ink and spreading paper. He wanted to use up all the rice paper in the mansion."

He put down the inkstone in his hand and picked up the paper that was blown away by the breeze and scattered everywhere.

"Look, many of these are not dry yet. I thought I would spread them out to dry after washing them—"

Seeing the scene, Wen Yu also hurried to help wash the inkstone and clean it up, and finally managed to put it together.

"You don't know, I almost wore through that inkstone last night!"

In her haste, Wen Yu accidentally got a little ink on her fingertips. The slightly cool touch startled her so much that she looked down.

The ink isn't even dry yet, how long has this been written?

"Has your young master rested?"

Song Linsheng's personality didn't seem like the type to sleep through the day, but he was copying and writing all night long. How could he stay awake? How could a mortal body endure that...

"Rest?" Xiyan folded the collected papers into a pile and patted them with his hands. "Young Master left at dawn. How could he rest?"

Didn't he just say that? How did Madam Wen misunderstand?

When Wen Yu heard this, her brows furrowed and she felt even more anxious.

How could this person be like this? He completely ignored his own body, stayed up all night, and walked out without even closing his eyes?

Wen Yu was thinking like this and completely forgot who had been writing in Guanwu Garden all night and who had run out at first light.

"Did he say where he was going?" Wen Yu asked hurriedly, hoping that he didn't go too far so that she could catch up with him.

Xiyan shook his head. The young master always had his own ideas. "Not really."

"But the young master looks mysterious..."

There was no worry on Xiyan's face. His young master was frail in body but weak in brain. What could happen to him?

So after Xiyan replied, he continued to leisurely wash his brush by the pool, and did not notice Wenyu's expression.

Wen Yu got up and walked away, not wanting to say any more to Xi Yan. He was a simple-minded man and no matter how much he asked, he would not be able to get anything out of him.

She should hurry out of the city and go find Song Linsheng as soon as possible after finishing her business, so as not to waste any more time unnecessarily.

Wen Yu's figure gradually faded away, leaving behind only Xi Yan's words, "My lady hasn't told me where you're going yet! Hey!" His words drifted in the wind, swirling and rising until they vanished...

Outside Jiangyang City, the Yuanshui River.

Wen Yu always felt something was strange along the way.

When she had entered the city a few days earlier, Jiangyang Prefecture was clearly bustling with people coming and going. Yesterday, at Shangsi Festival, the streets were completely deserted, with gongs and drums blaring.

Why was it that all the doors and windows were closed and no one was out and about this morning when she came here?

Wen Yu hurried along, and as she saw the Yuanshui River approaching, she couldn't help but think of what she had seen yesterday...

"What evildoer is causing trouble here?"

"Why don't you show up quickly! So that your aunt can find you?"

Wen Yu shouted in a pretentious tone. She was contaminated with the divine aura of her master, Lord Ju Mang, and Hou Chun Mountain was her master's territory. She didn't believe that anyone would dare to offend.

Wen Yu followed the rustling sound and went into the dense forest. Surrounding him were tall trees reaching up to the sky, with lush branches and leaves, making it a perfect place to hide.

She put her hands behind her back to protect her vest, looked around, and was on high alert.

Wen Yu looks like a paper tiger.

Although she was transformed from a thousand-year-old green phoenix tree, she lacked experience. Under the protection of the Spring Temple, her combat experience was even less. To say that she was a paper tiger was not an exaggeration.

If it was just a mountain elf teasing her, it would be fine. But if it was really some ferocious beast or monster...

Wen Yu tightened his grip and silently said in his heart: Master, help me...

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the previous rustling sound disappeared and could no longer be heard.

Wen Yu listened attentively, but couldn't make any sense of it.

She is a spirit of the wood element. As for the five senses, they are definitely the best among the spirits. None of the breeze and flowing clouds passing through her hair can escape her ears.

But now she couldn't hear the other party's location...

Wen Yu's mind sank a little.

If the other party is really a demon, god, or ghost, not to mention that his magic power is superior to hers, then his magic power must have been cultivated for a hundred years.

Wen Yu often said that she was a thousand-year-old piece of wood. In fact, that was only the time when she really was a piece of wood. She had not practiced for long, less than a hundred years.

She walked slowly through the forest, her ears alert to all sounds. She had lived in Houchun Mountain for a long time and had never heard of any unfamiliar spirits. Today was truly a happy occasion—her good fortune had run out...

The silence of the forest made Wen Yu's steps seem even more hurried. The sound of the soles of her shoes rubbing against the overlapping branches and leaves on the ground struck Wen Yu's heart again and again.

Wen Yu held his breath and concentrated, not daring to slack off for a moment——

Song Linsheng was still waiting for her to return to Xianchun Cottage.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did she chase after him? Why did she bother with such trivial matters?

Wen Yu's heart became increasingly tense, almost flying out of her body.

At this moment, a woman with a crying voice lowered her voice and shouted:

"Aunt! Aunt, save me!"

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The author has something to say: 1. The four things a gentleman shouldn’t do in the article are taken from ancient books.

2. I'm still in a bad state, with recurring high fevers, so after writing this week's list, I'll probably stop updating tomorrow. Sorry everyone.

3. Then next week I will update according to the list before I recover, at least 15,000 per week, and I will definitely update more when I get better.

4. Your heart tightens, almost leaping out of your body. At this moment, a woman with a sobbing voice calls out, "Leave me a review!"