Chapter 481 What the hell happened to you?
Xie Zheng suddenly stopped, his flustered expression like that of a young man experiencing his first love.
Having lived for so long, Song Chunxue couldn't possibly have never experienced this kind of feeling.
I remember when I was fifteen, I went to fetch water from the river bend and met a boy from the village on the other side of the river.
He was tall with long legs, bathing sheep in the river bend, wearing only a sleeveless undershirt that revealed his well-defined and muscular arms.
Song Chunxue can still recall how, when she saw his gaze sweep over her, she became so nervous that her mouth went dry, and she swallowed hard, returning home before even filling two buckets of water.
Later, she learned about the saying "first love," and realized that she had those feelings herself.
To be honest, Xie Zheng's words at the inn last time made her heart race. For a moment, she felt a surge of bittersweet emotions, making her want to plunge headlong into love.
She wasn't an old woman devoid of feelings; she could still distinguish between good and bad. Besides, being loved was a powerful and sacred energy, and to remain unmoved would require her to be naturally numb.
This feeling is like hawthorn, sweet yet bittersweet.
In the end, all that's left is a bitter, aching pain.
Although I don't understand, he says he wants to be friends, but he always does things that are unusual.
She didn't want to deceive Xie Zheng.
This was like a divine intervention, pulling her out of her misery and suffering, and letting her know that even wealthy officials could have compassionate hearts.
Even though he spent decades in the corrupt officialdom, he remained as sincere as a young man, doing things his own way and never giving up.
Therefore, she wouldn't allow him to continue pretending to be confused.
She held his hand and asked again, "Lord Xie, how do you feel?"
Lord Xie turned his head away and looked elsewhere, without saying a word.
“Well, to be honest, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t blush, my heart was racing, my mouth was dry, or I was disoriented. But to be honest, I did feel something the first two times.”
Xie Zheng suddenly turned to look at him, his clear eyes filled with surprise and confusion, before he lowered his eyes to hide the sudden sadness.
"How could I not be moved by Lord Xie's gentle and kind treatment of me, who never looked down on me because of my background?"
Song Chunxue released his hand, shook her head, and chuckled. "But I'm sorry, Lord Xie, I'm not a sentimental person. Now that I see you, I can only respect and thank you, and treat you like family."
A tear slid down her cheek, her voice slightly choked, "If one day you encounter danger like today, I hope I can shield you from harm and become the person you trust most, just as you trust your senior brother."
"I'm nothing special, but the fact that you've developed feelings for me makes me believe that there might be something touching about me. After reading a few books, I also believe that there's always something illogical about these kinds of things."
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, smiled, and stood up. "You rest well, I'll go make the medicine."
Xie Zheng looked at his palm, listened to the receding footsteps, his eyes reddened slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
well.
If you don't feel anything, why are you crying so hard?
He wanted to say something to tell her not to take it to heart.
However, the moment he was grasped, his heart pounded like thunder, his fingertips went numb, and his ears burned intensely.
He found it strange when he realized his own feelings.
Those who knew his thoughts—the butler, Huang Mo, and Xie Zhao—all felt that he had a unique perspective.
This word is disgusting.
He never believed that ordinary people were divided into different classes based on their birth.
He believed that the gods would never do that; they would definitely judge people's worth and status based on their souls.
He smiled bitterly, cracking his knuckles. This kind of thing is truly unreasonable.
He also wanted to dedicate himself to serving the people without distraction, and as before, he was so busy that he had to squeeze out time to write letters home.
But now he seems to have been rejuvenated, a forty-year-old experiencing the uncontrollable emotions of a twenty-year-old.
Knowing full well she would overthink it, he instructed the servants to prepare various ointments and scented soaps in her room, and even personally bought a sandalwood comb...
That's enough.
He closed his eyes, deciding to focus on his work from now on, keeping himself busy in the government office and continuing to review old and wrongful cases.
At this age, romantic relationships are indeed not a good thing, so let's do more for the people.
You harbor hatred towards him and want to assassinate him, right? It would be best if several of you did.
If he's ever really killed, then he can finally rest.
He had long understood that as long as he lived one more day, his mind would never be at peace.
His teacher once commented that he was inflexible, extremely stubborn, and that if he went into trouble, he would likely not have a good end.
He used to secretly curse his teacher for being jealous of him, but now that he's older, he realizes that perhaps that's the best arrangement for someone with his personality.
That night, they did not share a meal.
Song Chunxue packed her things at night and meditated until dawn.
Before dawn, while the fourth son was still drowsy, she told him something, threw her bundle into the neighboring yard, and climbed over the wall to leave.
If she walked through the front yard, she would still have to face Xie Dong, the butler who seemed to be able to see right through people.
Now she is much lighter and can easily jump onto the top of the wall after a running start of about ten meters.
Arriving at the kitchen in her own yard, she first burned incense and yellow paper, then kowtowed, asking the Kitchen God to protect the house and live in peace with her.
She added some lard and kneaded the dough into flatbreads, planning to bake two crispy lard flatbreads.
She lit the newly bought tea stove yesterday and put in aged tea, red dates, and goji berries while making pancakes.
Once the crispy lard cakes are done cooking, the tea will be ready too.
She sat cross-legged on the chair, drinking tea and eating cakes. Through the open door, she could see the long-abandoned blue bricks in the courtyard and the thick moss in the corners, wondering if they missed their departed former owners.
Song Chunxue turned her head and smiled, "Probably not."
Moss grows better in an uninhabited yard.
Suddenly I miss the old courtyard in Lijiazhuangzi, the quiet and pleasant earthen courtyard in the afternoon, the sun-dried yellow wheat stacks, and the aroma of wheat straw when you get close.
But she knew there was no going back.
She once wanted to escape, but now that little courtyard can no longer contain her. She wants to find herself a quiet little courtyard where no one will bother her, where she can sit all day long and watch the sunlight fill the courtyard without anyone saying a word to her.
"Junior brother, that's not very considerate of you. You came here all by yourself to drink tea without even calling me?"
The Taoist priest's voice rang out in the courtyard, but no one could be seen.
Song Chunxue stepped out of the kitchen and saw her senior brother standing on the courtyard wall.
"It's one thing for Senior Brother to climb over the wall, but to shout so loudly is another. Is he trying to corrupt Fourth Brother and the others?"
The Taoist priest landed gracefully and walked steadily toward her.
"Don't worry, the fourth and second brothers are gone, there's no one else here." As the Taoist priest spoke, he walked to the kitchen door. "Why don't you go to the main house? Isn't it nice to drink tea in the kitchen?"
"I don't know if it smells good or not, but it makes me feel at ease. Maybe it's because I'm a woman, and I've spent my whole life around the stove. The kitchen is for taking care of this mouth, and people live off this mouth. The kitchen is so good."
The Taoist priest laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, junior brother is right."
He swept the dust off the chair with his whisk, sat down, and then, suppressing his curiosity, stood up and asked, "What did you do to Lord Xie?"
"..."
"Why did the steward say that Lord Xie seemed to have been bullied, sitting alone in his study in a daze, not eating breakfast, and even seemed to have cried? Xie Dong suspects that you did it."
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