Chapter 1057 The Magnolia Flowers Are in Bloom
Song Chunxue hadn't expected those brats to be so clingy.
Wuji, Tudan'er, and Changfeng appeared in front of them embarrassedly, heads bowed, stealing glances at them.
"We were just passing by and wanted to see what was fun nearby. We found you here and wanted to pick a few pear blossoms, so we came in. We didn't come to disturb your enjoyment, Uncle and Grandmaster," Tu Dan'er said first. "We heard that outsiders aren't welcome here, so we sneaked over the wall to take a look and then leave."
"You're still picking pear blossoms?" Song Chunxue gently advised, "That's wrong. Pear blossoms in the capital are precious. If you get caught, you won't be able to afford to pay for them."
Master Han glanced at Song Chunxue.
"Even if you don't catch them, you shouldn't pick them. Pear blossoms are meant to bear fruit, unlike wild pear trees left unattended in the wild. Don't do that next time," Song Chunxue corrected herself. "Where are Changyun and Yebai?"
"We've gone to refine pills. A few of us came out to buy roast chicken, and we'll head back after we're done." Wuji bowed to them. "Master Han, Uncle Song, Uncle Xie, we'll head back now."
How could Master Han not know them? He had clearly been following them.
"Since you're here, have a cup of tea before you leave, and try the snacks and appetizers." Master Han sat down. "You two can go to the garden on the other side; you don't need to come and say hello again."
This means that they can go wherever they want without having to inform them before leaving.
"Thank you, Master."
Master Han chuckled, "Go then."
The apprentice was blaming him.
Han Mo got up to follow, but Master Han conjured a rope and tied him up. "Don't you want to hear my story with your mother?"
"No." Han Mo looked at Xie Zheng. "I like being with Lord Xie."
Master Han took a deep breath, "Don't get angry, don't get angry. If I get angry, who can I reason with?"
Who would want this to be his own son?
"It's rare for Lord Xie and Song Chunxue to get together, and they want to have a private chat. What would it be like for you to go?" He controlled his emotions. "Couldn't you at least teach me a few fighting techniques?"
Han Mo looked at Xie Zheng, then at Han Daozhang, and said, "Alright, I'll go see Lord Xie another day."
“They’re discussing becoming Daoist partners, so it’s not appropriate for you to approach them this year. Let’s try again next year.” Master Han rubbed his forehead and asked slowly, “Why don’t you go to Zhao Jin and Zhang Chengxuan? They are elders, and they both seem quite mature.”
Han Mo shook his head slightly, his silky black hair cascading over his brocade robes. "None of them are as scholarly and refined as Lord Xie."
Poetic and scholarly air?
Upon discovering that his disciple had left with Song Chunxue, Master Han smiled and said, "There are plenty of people with a scholarly air about them. Why don't you go to the academy to look for them?"
The more I talk about it, the more heartbreaking it becomes. Does that mean he has absolutely no scholarly air about him?
He is his biological father. Can a father choose his own father?
I don't know who he got this stubbornness from.
What's so interesting about that book? It's all the same old stuff over and over again.
Besides, Xie Zheng, who hadn't been on the battlefield, had the air of a scholar, but now he's like a rough man; where's the air of a scholar now?
Was his short stubble soaked in books?
Speaking of Xie Zheng, his apprentice is good in every other way, except that he keeps his thoughts very well hidden, so much so that even his master has to figure him out.
Troublesome.
Now that a biological son has arrived, things are even more difficult.
If he didn't look seven-tenths like his mother, he would have already hit him with a ruler.
He imagined his son to be like Wuji, not necessarily both scholarly and martial, but with a bit of both.
Even someone like Tu Dan'er, he would accept.
Why does he have to be such a stubborn brat, you can't scold him or hit him?
I wanted to ask Song Chunxue for advice, but I felt it wasn't appropriate.
This is really worrying.
"Does Young Master Han rarely interact with mortals like us?" Wuji sat down next to Han Mo. "If you weren't in love with Lord Xie, there's a place that can cure your ailment. It just depends on whether you're willing to come with us."
"Where?" Han Mo raised an eyebrow. "Am I having a problem?"
"The theater next door is about to open a great show. I heard the young male lead is especially handsome, even more so than the female lead. Shall we go check it out?" Tu Dan'er observed Han Daoist's expression. "Have you ever been to a theater before?"
"I've heard of it. The old plays from hundreds of years ago are still the best. I can't stand the ones from now." Han Mo had lived for hundreds of years and always carried a bit of the old man's nostalgia.
“This is different. Come with us and take a look. I heard the pear blossom pastry and rice wine inside are really fragrant. Shall we try some?” Wuji pulled him up. “Come on, come on. It’s always good to see what’s going on. If you keep bothering Master Xie, be careful that Uncle Song doesn’t punish you by making you copy books.”
Han Mo was pushed and shoved away by three young men, who coaxed and tricked him into leaving. In the quiet Langting, only Master Han was left.
A gentle breeze blows, and pear blossoms drift down onto you, carrying their fragrance, which is quite enchanting.
He couldn't help but feel a little lonely; perhaps he really was getting old.
Unfortunately, it lacked the elder's demeanor that Han Mo desired.
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Finally, Xie Zheng led Song Chunxue to a quiet and elegant courtyard, where only a middle-aged man was taking care of her, but the place was very clean inside and out.
There is a magnolia in full bloom in the yard, so beautiful that it's hard to look away.
The fragrance of magnolia flowers is subtle and unique, with a hint of spiciness.
For Song Chunxue, who had never seen this flower before, the magnolia flower was extremely noble.
"Do you like it?" Xie Zheng pulled her hand and sat her down. "If you like it, we can stay here and go back in a few days."
Song Chunxue was very curious, "Why don't you like to stay at home? Aren't you afraid your daughter will say you don't come home?"
“That courtyard is too old, it holds too many memories. Maybe I’m a weak person and don’t want to think about old people and old things there.” Xie Zheng held her hand. “Although it has been more than three years since you asked me if we should give it a try, I still feel like it’s not real.”
Song Chunxue said helplessly, "It's been so long, and I often go to see you. If it's not real, it's that I feel it's not real."
She could tell that Xie Zheng seemed to be trying to make her happy, to show her more interesting things, or to let her experience the places where wealthy families in the capital used to go when they were young and deeply in love.
"You don't want to go back, is it because of Yun'er's mother, or because of those old acquaintances who might come knocking at any time?" Song Chunxue suggested. "Why don't we just stay here and not go anywhere else, and look at the magnolias here?"
"Very well, then let's talk about becoming cultivation partners..."
“No rush. Who told you to reject me two years ago?” Song Chunxue looked around. “Is there a garden and a pond in the back?”
“Yes,” Xie Zheng nodded, got up and led the way, “I remember you said you liked the pond, and that you came here by chance a few years ago, and had it bought at the beginning of this year.”
"Isn't it a waste to buy another courtyard?" Song Chunxue couldn't help but wonder. "We should just sell the courtyard in Jincheng. We can't keep it and let it go to waste."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Xie Zheng considered for a moment, "Before leaving the capital, should we go to the ancestral hall to offer incense and meet with the Xie family members?"
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