Chapter 131 First Release "I am Wenyu's brother."...
Song Linsheng was indeed even more confused. His original tentativeness was replaced by curiosity. From what this gentleman said, should he know him?
Wen Yu's eyebrows also raised. What on earth was Master up to? Could it be the Three Lights Divine Water again?
This is no joke.
She quietly turned sideways, tugged at her master's sleeve with two fingers, and ventriloquized with him using her spiritual power, "Master—"
Unexpectedly, Ju Mang glanced at Wen Yu lightly, looking calm and composed, without any sign of panic.
"I am Wenyu's brother."
"Wen Song."
As Ju Mang finished speaking, the three people in the corridor had different thoughts for a moment.
Wen Yu finally felt relieved. How could she have forgotten about this?
At first, in order to stay in Jiangyang, she lied that she came here to look for her brother Wen Song. At that time, Song Linsheng also asked Lord Mu to help her.
Now, the identity of Wen Song is most suitable for the master.
Since she already has a brother, it is not considered a lie.
Wen Yu pursed her lips, trying to suppress the unconscious rise of her lips. "Ahem."
The master is really good at planning and winning from afar. He even knew this, which just happened to help her.
But Song Linsheng on the opposite side was not feeling so well.
Almost as soon as he heard the words "Wen Song", his whole body stiffened and he could not move.
Ah...brother?
Wen Song.
He thought of many possibilities. Maybe it was Xiaoyu's childhood playmate, or an old friend from their school days...
But he never forgot his brother.
He knew Xiaoyu's brother, Wen Song. He had spent a lot of effort searching for him before, but there was no news. Unexpectedly, he found him standing right in front of him, yet he didn't recognize him.
How could it be my brother?
Song Linsheng's throat felt dry and he was at a loss for words.
The actions and words just now kept replaying in his mind. He didn't do anything to offend my brother, right?
"Song Linsheng, nice to meet you, brother." Song Linsheng bowed and saluted with full attitude, feeling regretful in his heart.
Ju Mang looked down at Song Linsheng.
He is Wenyu's brother, not Lord Song's brother, so how dare he be so arrogant?
"Lord Song is too polite. I'm grateful for your care during my stay in Jiangyang." Ju Mang raised his eyebrows. Now that the show has begun, he might as well continue singing.
"You are so polite, brother. There is no need to be so formal with Linsheng."
Song Linsheng's former demeanor and cultivation seemed to have all run away from home at this moment, making him feel a little helpless when facing "Wen Song".
If he were in Shangdu in the past, Song Linsheng would be the best in dealing with people or writing poetry. He could not say that he could do it effortlessly, but at least he would never make any mistakes.
But at this time, he was not facing someone else, but Xiaoyu's brother.
He became inexplicably cautious for no reason, afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.
What emerged in Song Linsheng's mind was the scene of his brother treating Sister Shen Chuo's brother, but he immediately denied it.
Sister Shen Chuo is a princess of a country, and her brother is also a prince. The way her brother treats them... I'm afraid it can't be confused with his current situation.
"Brother..." Song Linsheng tightened the food box in his hand and suddenly had an idea. "This is the breakfast I made in the kitchen just now. Brother, would you like to eat with me?"
My brother once said that if you want to get close to someone, you should first invite him to have a meal with you.
Song Linsheng opened the food box and held it in front of Wen Song and Wen Yu.
As soon as the food box was opened, the hot aroma came out from the gap and went straight into Wen Yu's mouth and nose.
Wen Yu's index finger was twitching, and she leaned over and asked, "Why are you making breakfast? What are you making?"
Song Linsheng's face flushed. Thinking of Xiaoyu's instructions just now, he was overjoyed. "You told me not to stay in the corridor in the wind, so I thought about making some food."
Xiaoyu is worried about his health, so he should also take care of Xiaoyu's stomach.
"They're seasonal wontons, cooked in chicken broth. They have 24 different fillings, so they're named that way."
He rarely cooks, and this little trick was taught to him by his father. Back then, his father said that although the skill is small, its use is great. Now thinking about it, it is indeed true.
"It's just that without the help of washing the inkstone, the taste might be a little worse." Song Lin suddenly looked a little shy, not as calm as usual.
If I had known that my brother was coming, I should have set up a family dinner. This seasonal wonton seems very inappropriate.
White porcelain bowls lie in the carved solid wood food box, and the fragrant soup base is poured over the small and exquisite wontons, which is really delicious.
Wen Yu swallowed and couldn't help rubbing her hands. Seeing Song Linsheng's awkwardness, Wen Yu couldn't help but intercede for him in front of her master.
"Let's eat together, brother?" Wen Yu's tone rose, full of joking.
Anyway, the person in front of her now is not her master, but her "brother". It is reasonable for a sister to invite her brother to have dinner together.
Ju Mang took a glance and saw that this little wooden girl was still so naughty. Now that she was in the mortal world, with no one to look after her, she was even more lawless.
"Yes, let's use some together. Brother, you can also try Linsheng's cooking skills." Song Linsheng took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. When he heard Xiaoyu's advice to his brother, he quickly agreed.
Ju Mang's eyes moved, and then he glanced at Song Linsheng. The smile in his eyes did not reach his eyes. But his face was polite, without any alienation.
"Thank you, Lord Song, for your hospitality."
Song Linsheng was about to answer, thinking that this was not a kind of hospitality at all, just a simple meal. He just hoped that his brother would not despise it. Then he heard his brother continue:
"But it's not my brother, it's Master Wen."
"This..." Song Linsheng paused.
He was not a fool, and he would not fail to hear the hidden meaning when others said it so clearly.
What "brother" means is that he is Xiaoyu's brother, but not Song Linsheng's brother.
Song Linsheng was not someone who didn't care about his dignity. When he was in Shangdu, he lived in seclusion and rarely interacted with others. Even if the gatehouse was piled with visiting cards, he rarely showed up.
He is not the kind of person who is good at scheming.
Today, facing Xiaoyu's brother, I was nervous and said the wrong thing, which is understandable.
But he didn't mean to be offensive when he called Xiaoyu's brother "brother". He just wanted to... show goodwill.
Wen Yu saw Song Linsheng's embarrassment clearly. She stamped her feet and tugged at her "brother's" sleeve.
A jade-like person like Song Linsheng could actually make him become like this.
What's the difference between Master Wen and my brother!
Wen Yu said angrily, "Brother!"
Ju Mang curled his lips and said nothing until Wen Yu called him. Then he replied, "Sir Song, I have been traveling around and have no fixed place to stay. I would like to ask Sir Song to take care of me."
Song Linsheng held the food box in his hand, feeling torn between his conscience and his desires, not knowing whether he should try again. Just when he was in a dilemma, he heard Master Wen speak.
He quickly responded, "Ah...Mr. Wen, you are too polite. Lin Sheng has been taken care of by Xiaoyu."
Ju Mang chuckled and decided to test the true strength of this mortal.
"I will give all my sister's expenses to Lord Song. Whether it's gold, silver, treasures, or antiques and paintings, it's up to Lord Song."
Song Linsheng hadn't expected Master Wen to bring this up, and he repeatedly declined, "Master Wen, you're too polite. Xiaoyu is helping me at the government office, and I haven't paid her yet, so why would I need her..."
Ju Mang raised his eyebrows and stopped arguing with him.
"As for these seasonal wontons, they weren't originally made for me, so I'll give them to the rightful recipients. Thank you, Lord Song."
The wontons were soaked in the thick soup, still emitting a wisp of steam. Even from a distance, one could imagine that they must taste very good.
However, why do gods and immortals need to eat?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Ju Mang was stunned for a moment.
No, gods can also eat, and he once made hot soup for someone.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other, and Ju Mang's words sounded a bit embarrassed. When he saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, Wen Yu became puzzled.
"Brother?" What happened to Master?
Ju Mang finally came back to his senses. His slightly confused gaze refocused on Wen Yu's face. Without much explanation, he simply responded with a hasty, "Hmm? No problem."
"Wen Song will take his leave first." Ju Mang did not want to stay any longer, so he walked out of the yard as soon as he said this.
Master would never be like this before. No matter what he faced, he was always calm and patient, and he would never turn around and leave before others had responded.
Wen Yu stared blankly at his master's figure, feeling something was a little strange. Even though he was as silent as usual, he looked even more lonely now.
Song Linsheng frowned slightly, and seeing this, he quickly covered the food box and put it aside, then lifted up his robe and quickly chased after him.
"Master Wen——"
Ju Mang continued walking and left quickly.
"Brother!" Song Linsheng plucked up his courage, not afraid that his brother would be unhappy.
Ju Mang paused, but did not turn around.
"Don't worry, brother. I will take good care of Xiaoyu. Thank you for rescuing Chen Mian today." Song Linsheng said this, but suddenly he wanted to take a step back.
Master Wen has already said that he is not my brother, but he still calls me like that. I am afraid he will really offend my brother.
Amidst Song Linsheng's anxiety, Ju Mang finally turned around.
Song Linsheng stood in the sunlight, his elegant attire hard to conceal, yet he remained radiant. A breeze blew past, causing his clothes to flutter, only to be held down by a jade ring at his waist.
Ju Mang's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced back over Song Linsheng's shoulders.
Wen Yu held her chin, not knowing what she was thinking.
"This jade ring, Lord Song, is very elegant." Ju Mang said it indifferently and without any reason.
This little wooden man was even willing to give away his twin Qingsu jade rings.
"Really?" Song Linsheng was delighted, but at the same time he was nervous.
This was given to him by Madam Wenyu. Now that the eldest young master is asking this, I guess it's...
Song Linsheng felt even more embarrassed. "This, this was given to me by Xiaoyu."
Of course he knew that it was the wood that was given to Song Linsheng.
Ju Mang's lips grew colder, his smile vanishing. He didn't respond to Song Linsheng's words, but simply turned his head past him and said to Wen Yu, who was a few steps behind him, "Let's go—"
This time there was really no pause. Ju Mang turned and left without any hesitation, leaving no room for Song Linsheng and Wen Yu to speak.
The courtyard was covered with bluestones, and the three of them, as small as beans, formed a line. Wen Yu took two steps forward and just saw his master step out of the courtyard and disappear.
"Brother..." Wen Yu murmured.
Master was really strange today, why would he be angry with Song Linsheng, a mortal? She would have to ask Chi Huang later to find out who was so blind that he angered Master.
Chen Mian was saved, and Zhibai was still there.
It was clearly a happy ending, just like the perfect final chapter in a storybook.
But...why did she always feel like there was a piece missing in her heart, a sense of emptiness?
Wen Yu's hand, which was supporting her chin, gradually dropped and covered her chest.
I can hardly breathe here.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng's voice was clearly very close, but it seemed to come from a distant valley.
Wen Yu took a while to react before coming back to his senses, "Huh?"
"Brother, he..." Song Linsheng stopped talking at the right time. He had to leave room for Xiaoyu.
"It's okay. My brother travels around all the time. He passed through Jiangyang today, and even I didn't know about it in advance." Wen Yu explained, but she was not as relaxed as she looked.
Song Linsheng nodded slightly and smiled. He turned around, picked up the food box, and raised his hand to gesture to Wen Yu, "Well, Xiaoyu, do you want to try my cooking?"
Wen Yu looked up at the food box. Song Linsheng's face, as gentle as jade, was backlit and shrouded in a small shadow, but it could not hide the smile in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
Chen Mian’s matter has finally come to an end. He should be very happy, right?
"Okay, let's eat together?" Wen Yu suppressed his thoughts and smiled.
As long as I can help Song Linsheng, that's enough.
Song Linsheng nodded, "Yeah."
He was very happy that the truth about Cheng Lian's matter had surfaced, that Chen Mian's injuries could be healed, and—
I can enjoy this seasonal wonton dish with Xiaoyu.
Song Linsheng looked up at the sky. It was clear and cloudless. This was the most peaceful morning he had experienced in recent days.
Inner room.
When Wen Yu swallowed the last bite of wonton, she still felt unsatisfied.
The rich aroma of the delicious chicken soup filled her nose, and the various fillings made her surprise with every bite.
Her favorite dishes, such as drunken crab and sashimi, are all available.
It clearly didn't take long for Song Linsheng to find so many ingredients and make this seasonal wonton.
Wen Yu tilted her head to look and saw Song Linsheng drinking the sweet soup very politely, with not even a sound coming from the spoon rising and falling.
Wen Yu's first impression of him was that he was very well-behaved.
Wen Yu pouted, the fragrance between her lips and teeth had not yet dissipated, but she suddenly remembered another thing.
The relief of a meal only lasted a moment, but the earlier doubts were deep, and countless thoughts came to mind. Wen Yu saw Song Linsheng finish the last sip of soup, and hurriedly spoke.
"By the way—"
"By the way—"
Unexpectedly, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng spoke at the same time. When their eyes met, both of them blushed.
"You speak first—"
"Xiaoyu speaks first—"
Wen Yu frowned, her cheeks puffed out. What was going on? Why did she and Song Linsheng talk today as if they had made an appointment?
Seeing her irritated look, Song Linsheng couldn't help but laugh. He put down his spoon and put the bowl and chopsticks into the food box, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, tell me first. What's the matter?"
Wen Yu relaxed his cheeks and let out a breath of foul air.
After confirming that Song Linsheng asked her to speak first, the worry between Wen Yu's brows still remained.
Her eyes were fixed on Song Linsheng's hands as he was cleaning up the meal. Looking down, she saw a carved food box lying quietly on the table.
"Last night, when I was delivering Zhibai, I unexpectedly learned that the food box that fell outside the Tongzhi Courtyard was not brought by her."
Song Linsheng frowned. Food box, that's what happened.
Wen Yu propped her chin on one elbow while her other hand made circles on the table. "At first, Zhibai was in critical condition. When I saw the food box, I naturally thought it was brought to me by Zhibai."
"Perhaps she accidentally overheard our confrontation in the inner room, causing her to panic for a moment and knock over the food box, causing her to fall to the ground."
Song Linsheng listened attentively. He had just put down the last bowl. He closed the food box and rubbed the pattern on it with his fingertips.
"I didn't think much of it at the time, but when I later told Zhibai about it, she said she heard a crisp sound, like the sound of porcelain falling to the ground, and she ran after it to check, and that's when she accidentally fell."
At this point, some things are self-evident.
Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu for a moment, then went over Wen Yu's words in his mind. "So, there's someone else?"
"That's right," Wen Yu said sternly, "This person was eavesdropping in the corner, causing Zhibai to fall down. How despicable!"
Who could it be?
Wen Yu stared at the food box in Song Linsheng's hand. The pattern on it looked more and more familiar.
It seems to be the same style as last night?
But it was dark at that time and she didn't have time to take a closer look.
"Song Linsheng, this food box..." Wen Yu hesitated, trying to identify it more clearly.
Song Linsheng bent down to look, and immediately understood what Wen Yu was referring to. "This is something I borrowed from the kitchen of the government office this morning. It's not something we have in our house."
Wen Yu understood that since it was not brought by Zhibai, it was naturally not something from the Song residence.
"I think it is very similar to the one in Tongzhiyuan last night. Even if it is not 100% identical, it is about 80%..." Wen Yu slowed down his speech, but his mind reacted quickly.
"Is it someone from the government office?" Wen Yu was not surprised to come to such a conclusion.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyebrows, his eyes flickering beneath his lashes. Wen Yu's words were like a bright candle, illuminating a hidden part of his guess, and the key to his understanding instantly became clear.
"There was a person who left and returned to the government office long before you and I left." Song Linsheng tapped his two fingers on the food box, making a rhythmic sound. "But even after you and I arrived at the government office, and even now, a whole night has passed, he hasn't shown up yet."
"If you don't do your job well in the mansion, where else should you go?"
Song Linsheng saw the doubt in Xiaoyu's eyes gradually dissipate, and in a moment, clarity surged in her cunning almond eyes.
"You mean—" Wen Yu suddenly realized something, and a name came to mind, "Yang Sheng?"
Song Linsheng pursed his lips and chuckled, and Tong Wenyu nodded.
Wen Yu stood up suddenly and made a move to go out of the house.
"Xiaoyu—" Song Linsheng was stunned. He only had time to stand up and call out, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yu turned around at the sound, his face full of confusion. "Catch him? He left his food box behind and ran away last night. I don't know where he is now."
Song Linsheng's eyelashes fluttered, and he was stunned for a moment, but after a moment he was in a state of confusion.
He hurried forward to stop Wen Yu and led her back to the table to sit down.
Wen Yu was completely confused. She just followed Song Linsheng's steps and walked back to the table until she sat down, but she still didn't understand what Song Linsheng meant.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng spoke softly, without any urgency. "It's true that he threw away the food box, but it's not certain that he ran away."
Song Linsheng's eyes curved as he patiently explained to Wen Yu.
"Everything is just speculation between you and me, there is no actual evidence."
"Besides, even if he really did overhear last night's conversation, it wouldn't be illegal."
He thought about the right words and carefully considered what to say to Xiaoyu. He was afraid that Xiaoyu would feel confused. He was clearly the one who pointed the finger at Yangsheng, but he didn't let Xiaoyu arrest him. Isn't that strange?
As Wen Yu listened to Song Linsheng's words, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the confusion in her eyes was even greater than before.
"What then? Let him go?"
Song Linsheng shook his head gently, "Don't worry, I've asked Xi Yan to check, and I'm sure there will be news soon."
"Now, I'm worried about something else."
The past, whether true or false, will be forgotten if it is not revealed.
But if it is revealed, not only the eyewitnesses who have experienced it, but even these irrelevant spectators will have to face the bloody facts.
What's more, Yang Sheng.
"You mean..." Wen Yu guessed what Song Linsheng was going to say, but she had no other choice.
"Are you afraid that Yang Sheng will know his background?"
Wen Yu was silent. Yang Sheng had always considered himself the adopted son of Lord Jia. Now a bandit leader suddenly appeared and claimed to be his biological father. He... was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.
"Yes." Song Linsheng nodded, his eyes full of regret, "Yangsheng, there is nothing wrong."
"It was a coincidence." Wen Yu sighed.
Who would have known that Lord Jia and Cheng Lian, who were incompatible and inseparable at the time, would be in a siege, with one of them fleeing for years, while the other would adopt his infant son regardless of his position and past grudges?
Song Linsheng's eyes were deep and he remained silent.
He didn't know whether what he was doing was really right.
In order to induce Lord Jia to tell the truth, he chose a psychological strategy, using the secrets from many years ago as a handle and the portrait of Yang Sheng's mother as bait.
Is such a despicable trick really glorious?
Even if you finally get what you want and uncover the truth of the past.
But what if this truth would hurt another innocent person?
It was his lack of consideration that caused Yang Sheng...
In recent days, Song Linsheng, who thought he had everything under control, felt confused for the first time.
Song Linsheng had a strange look on his face, and it was hard for Wen Yu not to notice.
Wen Yu bit her lower lip and had to think of a solution.
"Not necessarily." Wen Yu raised his hand and knocked on the food box, followed by a crisp sound.
Song Linsheng's chaotic thoughts were distracted by it. Listening to Xiaoyu's nonsensical words, he was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Xiaoyu, what did you say?"
"I wouldn't say that."
Wen Yu had a nonchalant look on his face, as if he was just saying that the weather was good today and the breakfast was not bad.
Seeing that Song Linsheng still looked troubled, his pair of eyes, as deep as an ancient well, were hidden under his drooping eyelashes, making it almost impossible to see clearly.
Wen Yu had no choice but to move forward with her hands supporting her chin.
"It doesn't have to be Yang Sheng." Wen Yu pouted, "Isn't it just a food box? It might be the aunt in the kitchen."
"Why does it have to be Yang Sheng?"
"Hmm..." Song Linsheng responded softly, always looking unhappy.
Wen Yu pouted, then stretched out her hands and held Song Linsheng's face in her palms.
Her movements were gentle but powerful. She held Song Linsheng's face and lifted it up, making him look at her with his eyes.
In an instant, even the ancient well began to stir.
"Didn't you also say that everything was just speculation between you and me?" Wen Yu smiled, trying to infect Song Linsheng with a relaxed atmosphere. "Since it's just speculation, it's not too late to worry after it's confirmed."
"We'll do whatever we have to do then. Whether it's an apology or compensation, I'll shoulder the responsibility with you."
She changed the subject, "But before that, don't box yourself in."
Wen Yu opened her eyes wide, "Song Linsheng, huh?"
Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled, and Xiaoyu's voice seemed to be moving away from him.
All he saw were Xiaoyu's twinkling eyes, and the infinite encouragement and tolerance in them.
Song Linsheng seemed to be awakened by Wen Yu. What happened to him?
Before entering the besieged city, my heart is already trapped.
How can this be tolerated?
Xiaoyu...
Such high insights.
The loose hair on Wen Yu's forehead swayed with her movements, emitting the fragrance of jasmine hair oil.
The breath lingered at the tip of Song Linsheng's nose, as if leading him into a mysterious dream. For a moment, he could not distinguish between reality and illusion, and almost wanted to indulge in it.
Wen Yu thought Song Linsheng was still blaming himself, so she scolded him, "Besides, you mentioned washing the inkstone, but I haven't asked you about it yet!"
It doesn't matter what you say right now, as long as it can pull Song Linsheng out of his discouraged mood.
If he doesn't cheer up, who will take charge of the many things that will happen next?
Who will deal with Lord Jia, and who will settle Yang Sheng?
"Hmm?" Song Linsheng closed his eyes, swallowed a piece of fragrance, and then came back to his senses.
He was like an elf born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, without a trace of worldly air. As soon as he was born, his eyes were full of clarity and brightness.
Wen Yu paused, then immediately became playful.
She held Song Linsheng's face and patted his cheeks gently, feeling the warmth on her touch.
Her skin is as smooth as cream and as warm as jade.
Even Wen Yu, who was known as "her beauty rivals that of the Three Holy Mothers, and her talent surpasses that of He Xiangu", and "the Goddess of Spring cannot compare to her, and the True Lord of the Moon is not better than her", was amazed.
She knew that when Chi Huang proposed the above titles for her without authorization, he must have been bragging with his eyes closed.
Not to mention the True Lords and fairies in heaven, she felt that she was not even as good as Song Linsheng, a mortal.
It seems that I still need to practice diligently to maintain my beauty.
"I said to wash the inkstone—" Wen Yu puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry and said angrily.
"Xiyan was clearly not with us last night. How can you say that Xiyan went to Lord Jia's inner room to get a screen?"
It was clear that Xiyan came to help later when they were in this other courtyard. He must have never been to Tongzhiyuan from beginning to end.
She didn't have to pursue the matter, but she wanted Song Linsheng to stop worrying about Yang Sheng's affairs. Secondly, she was inexplicably unhappy.
Song Linsheng had never told her.
Lord Mu, on the other hand, seemed to know everything and was very close to Song Linsheng, going in and out together.
But speaking of Lord Mu, it seems like I haven't seen him all night.
"Xiyan..." Song Linsheng murmured, finally smiling, "Xiyan was indeed rushed here from the mansion when White Lady Houzhi had an attack."
"This matter was also my oversight."
Song Linsheng shook his head, and when he moved, he realized that his jaw was still held in Xiaoyu's hand.
If it were in the past, he should have retreated quickly.
But now, he didn't want to move for no reason, so he just pretended that he hadn't noticed it yet.
Song Linsheng's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of cunning rose in his heart.
When he was young, his brother took him to lie on the wall to watch Sister Shen Chuo practicing with a sword. His brother said that one does not have to be a gentleman all the time or in everything.
At this moment, let's just believe him for now.
Song Linsheng suppressed his joy and said seriously, "Originally, I was planning to ask Xiyan to get the screen."
"But last night before I left, I heard from Ayuan that his brother Yanzi refused to eat and was even unwilling to step out of the room."
A Yuan and his group have been in the mansion for a few days. I wonder if Brother Yan Zi is still not used to it. Maybe he is sick and is embarrassed to tell others.
"I thought it was nothing serious, so I asked Xiyan to stay and look after it and see if we needed to call a doctor."
Therefore, Xiyan stayed in the mansion and did not go with him.
Wen Yu's brows furrowed, a hint of panic welling up in her eyes. "Ah? How could this be? Is Ayuan's brother okay?"
"No problem." Song Linsheng shook his head. He was already used to the warm touch of Xiaoyu's palm. "The doctor checked it out and said it was in good spirits. Xiyan told me about it last night."
"He just still doesn't want to go out. Maybe he's not used to it." Song Linsheng didn't think much of it. It was understandable for a child to be like this. Maybe he would be fine after some time.
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he added, "Then Xiyan didn't come, and you dared to ask him to get the screen?"
If Lord Jia was truly that stubborn, he would refuse to reveal a single word no matter what. As time went on, and the inkstone he was supposed to have gone to get the screen from didn't return, his true identity would naturally be exposed.
What if Lord Jia insists that he does not recognize the woman in the painting?
Have they lost the way to break the deadlock?
Song Linsheng's smile widened, and he looked relaxed and cheerful. His crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttered, making his eyes look like a galaxy.
His Xiaoyu is truly extremely smart and wise.
She can grasp just a clue and unravel the mystery to find out the crisis inside.
However, crisis is always a mixture of danger and opportunity.
It's like a double-edged sword, but as long as we know how to use it, we can always get the results we want.
"Still laughing?" Wen Yu patted Song Linsheng's cheek.
"All's fair in war." Song Linsheng spoke each word with an innocent tone.
He knew there was no evidence, but that was often the case. Danger and opportunity always passed in a flash, and he had to seize it immediately, otherwise, when Lord Jia came to his senses, he might not be able to ask anything.
But what he didn't expect was that Lord Jia valued the Handan screen so much that he was willing to give it away as soon as he mentioned it.
Did she not want him to break the screen? Or was there really a secret hidden within it...
"But how do you know if the half-scroll fragment is really inside the Handan screen?"
I don't know where Song Linsheng finds the time every day to never miss anything.
"Just a guess." Song Linsheng tilted his head and leaned on Xiaoyu's right palm. Compared with his usual behavior, he seemed more lively at this moment.
"Yangsheng and Xiyan are about the same age. Ever since I asked Xiyan last time if he had any contact with Yangsheng, Xiyan has been keeping an eye on Yangsheng."
A few days ago, Xiyan finally had some results and reported it as soon as he got the news.
"Xiyan learned from Yangsheng that Yangsheng is in charge of all matters of the Tongzhiyuan. Originally, there was nothing special about it..."
Wen Yu listened intently, not even noticing Song Linsheng's tilt of the head. "And then?"
"Until one day, Yang Sheng brought out the lotus screen."
Move out the screen? Wen Yu sniffed. What was so special about moving out the screen?
"March is very humid, and it's not suitable for drying delicate embroidery like a screen. Besides, Yang Sheng said that the screen had just been refurbished."
Since it is not suitable for drying in the sun, let alone renovating it.
Besides, the government office has been busy with many things recently, and Yang Sheng, who is helping Master Jia, has the time and energy to hang up the screen.
Unless someone instructed him to do so.
Then I'm afraid the embroidery on this screen is not just as simple as lotus flowers.
"Therefore, you speculated that there might be something wrong with this screen. Last night, you mentioned washing the inkstone and getting the screen, but it was just a trick to trick Lord Jia." Wen Yu connected the cause and effect and straightened out Song Linsheng's thoughts.
Song Linsheng nodded, and his action seemed to have a hint of obedience, which made Wen Yu love him even more.
She seemed to have caught a glimpse of another unknown side of Song Linsheng.
I used to think that he was humble and polite, with the demeanor of a noble man, and must be a person with upright behavior and proper manners.
But now it seems that Song Linsheng is very bold in what he says and does, and he is very good at fooling people, and he does not stick to the "rules".
This young magistrate is very smart.
Wen Yu pressed Song Linsheng's cheeks hard. Song Linsheng remained motionless, letting her squeeze and flatten him.
"But, I didn't expect that Lord Jia knew the inside story so early on." Unexpectedly, everything was under Lord Jia's control, and it was a decision he made personally.
Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, "You mean, Yang Sheng's background?"
"Yes." Song Linsheng nodded. "Master Mu and I thought Master Jia was kept in the dark, but we didn't expect that Master Jia knew everything from beginning to end, yet still chose to raise Yang Sheng."
"Isn't that what Yang Sheng's mother, Mrs. Chen San, exchanged for her own life?" Wen Yu blurted out.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt regretful.
Just like what happened in this inner room just now.
Zhibai's offering of her cultivation in exchange for Chen Mian's survival seemed fair, but the key question was whether her master was willing to trade with her and help her.
Mrs. Chen San was willing to die to prove her loyalty and atone for Cheng Lian's sins, and she only asked Lord Jia to spare her child's life.
Exchanging life for life seems fair, but it also requires Lord Jia's consent.
Wen Yu stopped talking, "No, I'm not right."
Song Linsheng's eyes curved like a crescent moon, and he shook his head gently in Wen Yu's palm, "There is no right or wrong, everything is just their choice."
Xiaoyu was not wrong.
However, Yang Sheng was the son of a bandit, and considering the crimes Cheng Lian committed at the time, it would not be an exaggeration to implicate all nine generations of his family.
Lord Jia saved his life and even stayed by his side to raise him, which was a huge risk.
Just like now, Cheng Lian has reappeared in Jiangyang, Yang Sheng's identity has been revealed, and all the previous events have been exposed to the public. If this were reported to the court, Lord Jia would inevitably be charged with shielding someone.
Song Linsheng sighed inwardly, and his head drooped a little.
Wen Yu noticed this and quickly stabilized his strength to prevent Song Linsheng from lowering his head.
She held Song Linsheng's cheek and looked into his eyes.
"Then how do you plan to deal with Master Jia?"
Originally, we didn't intend to put Lord Jia to death. Now that we have found out the truth, we will deal with it according to the law.
"Let's wait and see how he explains himself at the subsequent public trial. The innocent person most implicated in this matter is Chen Mian, so we must question him."
After that, all matters in the mansion can come to an end.
By then, the loquats in Xianchun Courtyard would probably be ripe, and he wanted to invite Xiaoyu to travel with him to Houchun Mountain.
But I don’t know if she has time.
Song Linsheng tilted his head, staring at Xiaoyu with his clear and sparkling eyes.
Wen Yu was originally thinking about how to deal with the miscellaneous matters later, and was lost in thought when she suddenly met Song Linsheng's eyes.
Even without wind or rain, there will be waves.
Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed unconsciously. "Why are you staring at me?"
Song Linsheng did not retreat, but leaned forward a little. He stared at Wen Yu with a smile, without any embarrassment of being exposed.
But his earlobes, which were gradually turning bright red, betrayed his true thoughts.
"I want to say..." Song Linsheng dragged out his words and did not continue.
It’s better to wait a few days before telling Xiaoyu, Song Linsheng pursed his lips and smiled.
He changed the subject and pretended to be serious, "I was thinking that since Xiaoyu has been asking me questions for so long, it's time for me to ask you too, right?"
Song Linsheng lay on his back, facing Wen Yu.
The distance was so close that he seemed to be able to see the tiny hairs on Xiaoyu's face, just like a ripe peach with a red blush.
It is tender and juicy, with a strong fruity aroma.
He was stunned for a moment.
Wen Yu pursed his lips, mumbled something, and then asked, "What do you want to ask?"
She held Song Linsheng in her hands and shook him left and right.
Why did you ask two questions and then ask again?
Song Linsheng did not resist at all and let Xiaoyu touch his cheek, but he was thin and was afraid of hurting Xiaoyu's hand.
He smiled faintly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, the doubt turned around in his mind, and finally asked, "I want to ask, brother, how did Master Wen save Chen Mian?"
He was curious, but more surprised.
I originally wanted to ask Sister Chen Chuo to send some imperial physicians to treat Chen Mian, but I didn't have much hope for the doctor who suddenly came to my house.
But no one expected that the person who came was Xiaoyu's brother, and he actually cured Chen Mian, who was on the verge of death.
There really is a way to bring the dead back to life in this world.
Wen Yu was rubbing Song Linsheng's face, enjoying it very much. After hearing his post, her wrist suddenly stiffened and even her back felt cold.
"This..." Wen Yu stammered, not knowing where to start explaining.
She was so anxious yesterday that she didn't even think about how Song Linsheng might ask about the master's identity, nor did she think about how to explain Chen Mian's transformation from a dying man to a lively man.
The former had her master to back her up, but the latter...
Now that her master has left, what should she do?
Wen Yu was nervous, and even his breathing became rapid. "Well...my brother has always been good at the art of medicine."
"I've heard a lot about his extraordinary medical skills. I've always heard that he can revive the dead and turn bones into flesh."
"I see." Song Linsheng agreed deeply and had no doubts.
"But last night was the first time I saw it."
Since my brother is gone, why not put all the blame on him?
She thought it was feasible.
"My brother and I have been separated since childhood and rarely see each other. This time I came to Jiangyang Mansion to look for him..."
Wen Yu felt extremely relieved all of a sudden. She was really a smart girl.
But the surface work still needs to be done——
Wen Yu lowered her eyebrows, her braids falling weakly on the side of her face. Her lively expression was gone, replaced by a look of tears, which made me feel even more pitiful.
Song Linsheng paused, his heart suddenly tightening.
"Xiaoyu, I..."
He knew that Xiaoyu's brother was not around, and he had previously promised to help Xiaoyu find her brother, but to no avail.
But now, not only did he not help, but his brother came to the door himself and even brought up the matter, which made Xiaoyu sad.
You really shouldn’t do that!
Song Linsheng secretly scolded himself in his heart, thinking that he could have thought of something wrong and had to bring up this matter.
"I didn't mean to bring it up and upset you."
Song Linsheng waved his hands repeatedly. He wanted to hold Xiaoyu's shoulders to comfort her, but he didn't dare to go forward rashly.
"Don't worry, since my brother is traveling around and has no fixed place to live, you can stay here with peace of mind. I will definitely..." Song Linsheng's face flushed as he continued to persuade, "I will definitely take good care of you."
Wen Yu straightened the corners of her lips, afraid to show even the slightest smile. Her eyes were bright, and her almond-shaped eyes were full of cunning.
She was originally worried that Song Linsheng would become suspicious if he couldn't find his brother, and she was also afraid that he would really find a brother from somewhere and expose her true identity.
Now her "brother" has also appeared, helping her to cover up her lie and confirming her reason for looking for her relatives.
But he did not live in Jiangyang for long, which gave Wen Yu a reason to continue staying in the Song residence.
——Just what she wanted.
Song Linsheng was still trying to "keep" her, but Wen Yu was already beaming with joy.
In this way, she can follow Song Linsheng more openly, and if he makes any mistakes, it will be convenient for her to remedy the situation.
Wonderful! Wonderful!
With her by my side, I'm sure the disaster caused by the broken longevity branch will not dare to strike.
For a moment, the two were in the same room, each with different thoughts.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were both immersed in an inexplicable joy.
"Young Master—" accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a male voice came from the courtyard in the distance.
Wen Yu raised his head in response. Is this...washing the inkstone?
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