Chapter 112 "Is that really the case?"...
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Song Linsheng lowered his eyes to look at the cloak in his hand, and secretly glanced at Wen Yu's thin dress, wondering whether he should put it on Wen Yu himself.
Wouldn't that be a bit presumptuous?
He just held the brocade ribbon on his collar with both hands, neither moving nor staying still.
On the other side, Xiyan, perhaps afraid that the mutton soup would get cold, simply opened the food box and showed it to Wen Yu, then quickly closed the box.
Then he stood beside Wen Yu and Song Linsheng holding the food box, waiting for their instructions.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng on the left and Xi Yan on the right. She was standing between the two of them and didn't know how to react for a moment.
Xiyan waited for a long time, but the young master did not take the next step. He was still waiting for the young master to put clothes on Madam Wen so that they could go into the house to eat. He didn't know what the young master was waiting for.
Xiyan followed Song Linsheng's line of sight and saw that he was staring intently at the cloak in his hand. Xiyan seemed to understand what the young master meant.
"Master, you asked me to get a cloak, right? This one?" He asked Sister A-Bo to go back and get it, so there shouldn't be any mistake.
Song Linsheng choked when he heard this, and his slightly surprised gaze swept towards Xi Yan, staring straight at him.
Seeing the young master's brows slightly furrowed and lips slightly parted, Xi Yan thought he had made a mistake and quickly added, "What's wrong? Young master, did I choose the wrong name?"
"Isn't this what you want?"
But he was not in charge of Madam Wen's clothes. He was only responsible for the young master's daily life. All of Madam Wen's affairs were taken care of by Sister A'bai.
Even if he chose the wrong name, sir... there's no need to stare at him like that.
Weird and creepy...
Xiyan shrugged lightly, shaking off the goose bumps.
Song Linsheng was speechless and choked, wanting to say something but unable to. His face flushed red, just like a half-peeled lychee, with a bright white and round core hidden under the crimson coat.
"Ahem." He coughed lightly and turned his face away very unnaturally. The cloak in his hand seemed as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"Sir?" Xi Yan was confused and looked over at the side in confusion, "Is this the one?"
"You..." Song Linsheng said hurriedly, regretting that he didn't stop him quickly enough, "Stop talking now."
Wen Yu, who was caught between the two of them, finally understood what was going on.
Wen Yu put her hands behind her back, her fingertips interlaced on her palms, a trace of heat rising behind her ears and gradually climbing up her cheeks.
Did Song Linsheng ask Xiyan to deliver soup, rice and clothes?
She just said she didn't want to eat anymore, and Song Linsheng clearly didn't say anything, so why did he ask Xiyan to be sent over again?
Wen Yu glanced around and slowly moved towards Song Linsheng beside her. When she got closer, she stretched out her fingertips and pulled the cloak towards herself.
Feeling the movement in his hand, Song Linsheng turned around and looked at Wen Yu, only to meet her sparkling eyes and blushing cheeks.
The braid behind her ear swayed gently, emitting a faint fragrance that lingered around Song Linsheng's nose for a long time.
Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his surging eyes seemed like waves crashing on the shore, but he forced himself to remain calm, not letting any emotion overflow.
Wen Yu did not let go of his hands, but just held the hem of his cloak with both hands, turned around in the middle, and faced away from Song Linsheng.
The scent of cedar on Song Linsheng's body mixed with the jasmine hair oil in Wen Yu's hair. At such a close distance, his heart skipped a beat.
Is this... asking me to put it on for her?
As if what he held in his hand was not just a cloak, Song Linsheng's knuckles began to turn white, with only a barely perceptible blush on his fingertips.
Xiyan reached under the food box and felt that the heat had almost dissipated. He craned his neck to look at Madam Wen and then at his master, feeling anxious. If he continued to dawdle, he might not be able to finish the soup.
"Young Master, hurry up! Young Master." Xi Yan's words were shocking, and they sounded particularly harsh in the quiet night.
Almost at the same time, before Xiyan finished speaking, Song Linsheng raised his cloak and dropped it, covering Wen Yu's shoulders just right.
Then, the pair of jade-like hands quickly retracted into the sleeves and were placed behind the back, as if if they were a step later, the bright red spots would reveal some hidden selfishness in the moonlight.
A gust of wind blew, and the cloak kept out all the chill, preventing Wen Yu from getting cold at all.
Wen Yu was completely unaware of this. She straightened her collar and jumped a few times on the spot to make the cloak fit her clothes better.
She turned around a few times, constantly looking at the cloak on her body. It was light and warm, not cumbersome, and she liked it very much.
Song Linsheng's gaze initially followed Wen Yu, but when she turned around to meet his gaze, he looked away.
Xi Yan looked at his master in confusion, and then pursed his lips.
I really don't know who my young master inherited this temperament from. He dared to dive into the Yuanshui River even though he didn't know how to swim, but now he is hesitant about putting on clothes.
"Madam Wen, come in quickly. The young master just asked me to go to the kitchen and leave some for you." Xi Yan carried the food box in one hand and led Wen Yu into the house with the other. "Lamb in a basin, your favorite."
Wen Yu rubbed his hands. It was really cold at night. After hearing Xi Yan's words, he walked in excitedly, but at the same time he felt a little confused.
"When did he ask you to go to the kitchen?"
They had been together just now and didn't hear Song Linsheng give any special instructions about washing the inkstone.
Could it be possible that the two of them were ventriloquizing in front of her?
Wen Yu laughed out loud as she thought about it, and she quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose.
She naturally knew that Song Linsheng and Xi Yan were just mortals, and could neither speak ventriloquism nor communicate telepathically.
Just thinking about it, I find it very interesting.
"What else do I need your instructions, young master?" Xiyan turned around and took a look. The young master was still a few steps behind him and Madam Wen on the stone steps.
He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "As soon as you raised your eyebrows or moved your eyes, I knew you would not let Madam Wen starve or freeze."
After all, he grew up following the young master, so why does he need the young master to explain everything clearly?
"Oh? Is that true?"
Wen Yu responded, and although her tone was questioning, it sounded more like a coquettish teasing.
Xiyan nodded without hesitation, lifted the food box in his hand, and placed it in front of Wenyu as if to ask for credit.
Wen Yu and Xi Yan stepped into the house. The shadow cast by the candlelight still shone obliquely on the stone steps, then bent several times and flowed down the steps until it reached Song Linsheng's feet.
Watching Wen Yuqing's beautiful back disappear at the door frame, Song Linsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He spread out his hands behind his back, which were already covered with sweat.
Song Linsheng chuckled, not knowing whether he was laughing at Xiyan's outspokenness or at his own pretense of being natural.
After calming down, Song Linsheng lifted his robe with one hand and stepped onto the stone steps. Before he had taken two steps, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him and leaned against his chest.
He stopped and glanced down at the swaying figure in front of him, which looked like a black ribbon.
"Song Linsheng!"
Song Linsheng looked up in response, only to see Wen Yu holding onto the door frame with both hands, half of her body leaning out. The braids behind her head swayed with her movements, causing the candlelight to shine right in front of Song Linsheng.
"Come in quickly!"
Wen Yu's eyebrows and eyes were as curved as a crescent moon. Song Linsheng felt that he was like one of the stars, and unconsciously leaned towards Yueya.
"I'm coming." Song Linsheng smiled and nodded in response.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s the stars or the moon, as long as it’s Wen Yu, he will be by her side even if there are countless difficulties and dangers.
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Jiangyang Prefecture Yamen, Tongzhiyuan.
The night is high and the wind and moon are silent.
Jia Ren sat quietly on the couch, with paper and pen spread out on the table in front of him, but there wasn't a single word written on it.
The boundless night surged like a tide, and he was like an isolated island, quietly waiting for the upcoming storm.
After a while, a few wisps of night wind licked the window frame, making a creaking sound and breaking the dull silence.
At the same time, it seemed to pull Jia Ren out of his thoughts.
Looking at the rustling rice paper in front of him, Jia Ren's eyes moved slightly. He lifted his robe and got off the bed, walked forward a few steps, and when the footsteps stopped, an inkstone broken into two pieces was lying at the corner of his clothes.
The ink flowed all over the ground and had long since dried up.
Jia Ren bent down to pick up the two inkstones, but he didn't know whether he was dazzled or what, he reached out and found nothing.
A flash of surprise passed through his eyes, and Jia Ren slowly raised his hands, revealing his powerful knuckles. These hands had once drawn a bow, trained a horse, written articles, and plucked flowers, but now they were clumsy and slow.
A sigh faded into the night.
Jia Ren no longer picked up the inkstone on the ground, but slowly sat down beside the inkstone.
He supported his forehead with his hands, with two fingers covering his temples.
I don’t know how long it took, but a tear flowed from between my fingers.
The argument he had just had with Yang Sheng was still fresh in his mind, and the sight of the inkstone being split into two was shocking. How should he... face it?
…
"I've said before, Lord Song is not that foolish. He will definitely handle today's matter impartially."
Yang Sheng's face was filled with emotion. He rarely showed such disobedience in front of his father. "Why did you insist on writing this letter of apology and resignation?"
Jia Ren remained silent, concentrating solely on what he was writing: "Your humble servant Jia Ren..."
"Father!" Yang Sheng's breath was unstable, and he spoke without restraint, "I told you not to write this thing!"
The people were instigated by that man to deal with what happened today, so they just talked about it a few words. Once the storm has passed, no one will remember it.
But if my father wrote this letter of apology, in black and white, wouldn't that mean he was the first to admit his guilt?
What's more, he never thought that killing someone to save someone was a sin.
As he said this, Yang Sheng reached out to stop him and tried to snatch the page of paper from Jia Ren.
Jia Ren's heart ached and his pupils constricted. "Who is your father?"
Yang Sheng was stunned by the imposing brows and the eyes that penetrated into people's hearts.
"I... I, Lord Jia." Yang Sheng began to stutter, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. "I mean, Lord, you don't have to take all the blame on yourself."
His father... Lord Jia used to treat him very well and never said anything harsh to him.
When he spoke like that just now, it was usually just a joke, never as serious and cold as it was today.
"If I am guilty, I failed to stop the people today, causing chaos, so I should be guilty as well as you." Yang Sheng calmed down. He absolutely did not want Lord Jia to bear all the blame alone.
He reached out and took the paper and pen beside him. Since the adults wanted to write a letter of apology, he would write it together.
"What are you doing?" Jia Ren put down the pen in his hand and grabbed Yang Sheng's wrist.
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