Chapter 72 "Girl, I'm not inviting you...

There was no response in his ears, Wen Yu listened attentively, but apart from the sound of the wind, the rest was all crackling sounds, which sounded like the sound of sparks exploding.

"This... big brother?"

She spoke tentatively, her tone hesitant and gentle. After all, she was alone now and there was really no need to anger him.

The man seemed to be mumbling something to his brother nearby, his voice so low that Wen Yu couldn't hear clearly. Then, as if he had finished his explanation, he snorted indistinctly:

"Put this girl down and find a place to tie her up."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came forward, following his orders. Wen Yu heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, but the person immediately added, "Be quick and keep an eye on him."

The person who came up smiled apologetically and answered yes hurriedly.

Wen Yu was hanging upside down on the horse's back, and he felt that the way this man spoke was different from the scarred man, and seemed to be less fierce and sharp.

The man's clothes rubbed against the horse, making a rustling sound. During the movement, the cloth belt in front of Wen Yu's eyes slipped off quietly. It seemed that the man had untied it.

Sparse light and shadows appeared in front of Wen Yu's eyes. Her guess was right. The surrounding firelight danced and shone on her face, warming her up.

Gazing out through her scattered hair, the people around her were scattered everywhere, with three or five people sitting in groups. Overall, the group was quite large.

Suddenly, a human face appeared upside down in Wen Yu's field of vision, startling her. The person was quite decent, but the way they appeared was a little unusual. Wen Yu secretly criticized them.

"Are you all right?"

It was hard to believe that the first thing he said was to ask if Wen Yu was okay. Wen Yu was also a little confused for a moment. They tied her up, but asked if she was okay?

Wen Yu couldn't help but take another closer look at the man in front of her in this reversed position.

He was thin but looked very capable, with a pair of droopy eyes that made him look harmless and not like a murderer.

As he said this, he reached out to untie the rope on Wen Yu's hand.

"I..." Wen Yu started to speak, but she didn't know where to begin. But before she could finish her words, a sharp male voice came between her and the man in front of her -

"What's going on?"

"I told you to find a place to tie her up, not to untie her!"

Wen Yu's eyes turned and he looked in the direction of the voice. Sure enough, the person who spoke was the man with the scar on his face.

"I just thought the boss told me to put him down, so I thought I'd untie him first..." He said with a hint of doubt, and his voice became gentle, "But I didn't know the boss..."

He changed the subject and what he said next left Wen Yu stunned.

"Wasn't this lady rescued by the head of the family?"

Rescue? Rescue whom? Wen Yu's mind suddenly turned. Could it be that he was talking about rescuing her?

If it weren't for the current occasion and timing, Wen Yu would really like to ask, brother, have you ever seen anyone kidnap someone and rescue them?

Wen Yu let out a long sigh and tilted her head, looking at the scene before her where the world was turned upside down and the twilight shifted. After hanging upside down on the horse's back for quite some time, she seemed to have almost gotten used to it. Her head was no longer drowsy, and she no longer felt dizzy.

She only heard the scarred face's voice beside her ears——

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

He walked past the younger man and went straight towards Wen Yu.

"He doesn't know, but you should know."

The scarred man had something else to say, but Wen Yu understood everything clearly with just one word from him.

But she changed her mind and asked knowingly:

"You know? What do you know?"

"Girl, I invited you here, but I didn't invite you to be my guest."

He sneered, and there was a coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if it was a layer of frost in the coldest days of winter. His gloomy expression made the scar on his face look even more weird and terrifying.

Wen Yu's heart sank, and her brain, which had been confused by the feeling of weightlessness, quickly became active again. She was now unsure of what this person's intentions were.

What was his motive today, whether he had captured himself, Lady Zhibai, or even Song Linsheng? If he simply wanted to see Lord Jia, why would he go to such great lengths? Wouldn't it have been more convenient to simply go to the Jiangyang government office and look for him?

Wen Yu frowned and said nothing. She didn't want to argue with this man at this juncture and make him unhappy.

For a moment, everyone was silent, leaving only the crackling sound of flames licking the woodpile.

Wen Yu glanced at the man in front of her. He was silent and no one knew what he was thinking. His thick black eyebrows extended into his temples, making him look even more rugged.

While Wen Yu was thinking, he raised his hand and took action. He untied the cloth wrapped around his arm and then carefully tied it again.

This action made Wen Yu very confused, and she couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

However, his next action quickly explained Wen Yu's situation.

He raised one hand high, then lowered it steadily, heading straight towards Wen Yu.

"ah--"

Jiangyang Mansion and Mu Residence.

"ah!"

A cry of surprise rang out, stopping all the doctors and servants who were busily moving about in the room in their tracks. They all turned their eyes to look at the bed behind the screen.

There were several low couches against the wall by the west window frame. One of them was half covered by a blue cloth shirt. Looking up, it turned out that someone was kneeling on it to wash the inkstone.

At this moment, he was asking Lord Mu to bandage the wound on his neck.

It's the young master's voice! The young master is awake!

Xiyan ignored the wounds on his body and tried to stand up and move forward on his elbows when he heard the sound, but Lord Mu held him down.

Lord Mu's expression remained unchanged, but the brows that had been furrowed for half a day finally relaxed, silently indicating that he was relieved at the moment.

"What are you doing? The wound on your neck is quite deep. Do you still want to have your throat freed?"

His tone was harsh, with a hint of annoyance and rebuke, completely unlike his usual lighthearted and playful nature.

Mu Tong's heart was slightly moved. Xiyan had just followed Lord Song to Jiangyang to take up his post, so naturally he had not met him many times.

But today, despite his injuries, he actually carried Lord Song to the gate of his own house, and also dragged the pregnant Mrs. Chen and a group of babies who came from nowhere.

It can be seen that he is determined and definitely not an ordinary person. He is loyal and righteous, which really makes Mu Tong look at him with admiration.

Therefore, I was more attentive when taking care of his wounds.

Xiyan was startled by the sound and froze in place, allowing Mu Tong to hold him down. If Xiyan had been playful as usual, he would have said a lot of things to amuse Master Mu.

But today, washing the inkstone was particularly dull. He moved his lips and whispered to Master Mu:

"Master Mu...my young master..."

He wanted to see the young master first.

Today at the Houtu Temple, the young master was probably frightened by the chaotic scene. When the villains took Madam Wen away, the young master fainted from anger.

He carried the young master all the way back to the city, and the young master never woke up during the time they were on the road.

Later, he followed Madam Wen's instructions and brought the young master to see Master Mu. Master Mu invited many doctors for them, and they came into the courtyard one after another like a stream of water. They examined the patient and gave him medicine, but the young master still did not open his eyes.

The more Xiyan thought about it, the more frightened he became...

"Okay, I'll check for you." Mu Tong's voice was soft and deep, as if it was naturally calm, which made people feel relieved unconsciously. "You stay here and ask the doctor to bandage you. Don't move."

After saying this, Mu Tong turned around and walked across the screen to the bed. Seeing him coming, the doctors and servants in the room spontaneously stepped aside.

Without the obstruction of the crowd, the field of vision naturally widened, revealing the entire view of the couch.

Song Linsheng lay on his back on the couch, his soft, shiny and smooth hair now in a mess, the fine hairs on his forehead wet with sweat, and his straight nose bridge like a series of distant mountains, which could be seen clearly even when he was lying down.

He must have woken up, because the voice just now was clearly Lord Song calling him.

Mu Tong walked closer, but was surprised to find that Song Linsheng's eyes were closed and the corners of his lips were tense. How could he be awake?

"Lord Song?"

Mu Tong lifted his robe and sat down beside the couch, then raised the back of his hand and touched Song Linsheng's forehead——

Could it be that he has a fever?

The temperature of the tentacles was no different from that of ordinary people, even a little colder, and there was no sign of fever. Mu Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah—Wenyu, Wenyu..."

There were bursts of low murmurs, the anxiety in the tone was hard to conceal. As the shouting became more rapid, Song Linsheng's chest rose and fell more and more.

"Sir Song, Sir Song, wake up." Mu Tong called softly.

"Master Song might be having a nightmare. This is not a good thing." Mu Tong called out to Song Linsheng while taking a handkerchief from the side to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"ah!"

With the last scream, Song Linsheng sat up straight.

"Sir Song..." Mu Tong hurriedly surrounded him upon seeing this, fearing that he might have another accident. Being awakened suddenly like this would easily make him feel confused.

"Master Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Linsheng's mind went blank. He just turned around dully and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was Mu’s experience.

He looked around slowly. The house was decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and was extremely dazzling. It was a hundred times more magnificent than his Guanwu Courtyard.

Such a style, I guess...

"This is my residence." Seeing him looking around, Mu Tong quickly responded.

Mu Jingli’s mansion, so he has returned to the city?

"Master Song, did you have a nightmare just now? I heard you in your dream..."

Calling Madam Wen's name.

But Mu Tong omitted the second half of the sentence at the right moment. It seemed inappropriate for a man to call another woman by her full name in a dream. He didn't need to be so absolute, fearing he might offend Lord Song. Lord Song was a smart man, and he probably understood.

"I dreamed..."

I dreamed that the gang of thieves tied up Wen Yu and pushed him off a cliff.

Song Linsheng was sweating profusely on his back, and his entire body felt cold. The heat rising from the stove in the room didn't seem to provide him with any relief.

As the dream reappeared, Song Linsheng's consciousness began to return, and everything that had happened before was projected before Song Linsheng's eyes like a revolving lantern -

Leaving the city overnight, being attacked in front of the temple, being trapped in Xiyan, Wenyu, Wenyu...

Song Linsheng was shocked, angry and full of regret.

Mu Tong saw that he was only halfway through his sentence, clearly unwilling to continue, so he didn't probe any further. Prying into other people's privacy was ungentlemanly, so Mu Tong quickly changed the subject.

"Master Song has been unconscious for quite some time, how could he..."

Song Linsheng didn't hear the second half of his sentence clearly. When he heard the word "unconscious", he couldn't help but think of how he suddenly lost all his strength in front of the Houtu Temple, and then he became dizzy and unconscious, and let Wen Yu fall into the hands of the thieves.

"At that time, I suddenly lost my strength." Song Linsheng replied in a low voice.

"Oh? How could that be?"