Chapter 135: What happened to her? ...
□□, Guanwuyuan.
The arch was silent, the filaments were intertwined, and Wen Yu was suddenly enlightened for a moment as he looked at the familiar Guanwu Courtyard in front of him.
It had clearly only been a full day since she left last night. Yet, she felt as though they had been separated for ages. Seeing each other again suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to quickly crawl under her little quilt, lie down on her little brocade couch, and put all the events of the past few days behind her and have a good night's sleep.
After all, working without sleeping is hard even for a god.
The fragrance of sparse flowers and leaves in the yard wafted faintly. Wen Yu took a deep breath and walked into the yard.
"Xiaoyu——" Song Linsheng's voice sounded from behind.
Wen Yu turned around and saw him walking through the door with a tall and graceful figure. The hanging flower silk brushed against Song Linsheng's cheek, and the fragrance gradually spread and touched his clothes. It was like the characters in the painting wading through the water.
Somehow, Wen Yu suddenly choked and started coughing violently.
“Ahem—”
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng took a few quick steps and was at Wenyu's side in a flash. "Are you okay?"
He patted Wen Yu's back to help her calm down, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Wen Yu coughed non-stop, almost to the point of tears. She bent over and waved her hands, "I'm fine, cough cough."
"What do you want me to do?" After finally recovering from the shock, Wen Yu stood up and asked Song Linsheng with a raised face.
Song Linsheng stood against the light, with golden rays of sunlight shining from behind him, outlining his tall and thin figure. Occasionally, his hair was blown by the breeze, brushing across Wen Yu's cheek.
Wen Yu's mind, which had just come to its senses, was scattered all over again. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was possessed.
Until the hair brushed against the tip of her nose, bringing a tingling chill, Wen Yu's shoulders shrank and she immediately came to her senses.
Then came the pain in the shoulder socket, "hiss——"
"Oh——" Song Linsheng was also trembling. Seeing Wen Yu cry out softly, he hurriedly rummaged in his sleeves.
Wen Yu saw him frantically searching for something in his sleeves, and finally took it out and laid it out in his palms -
It turned out to be a variety of small bottles, of different heights and glaze colors.
"What is this?" Wen Yu frowned, and the confusion in her eyes was self-evident.
Song Linsheng's eyes casually swept across Wen Yu's shoulder and he replied, "You're injured."
It wasn't a question, but an affirmative tone.
Wen Yu met that unquestionable gaze, and her heart couldn't help but jump. An inexplicable sense of guilt came over her, so she only had time to refute casually, "I, I didn't, how could I be hurt?"
It was so dark last night and she moved so quickly, how could Song Linsheng have seen her?
Thinking of this, Wen Yu felt more confident and looked straight at Song Linsheng with his neck held high.
Song Linsheng did not rush to argue with her, but remained silent for a moment. An inexplicable worry appeared between his brows, his eyelashes were half closed, and his loneliness was obvious.
Wen Yu choked and then swallowed.
It is really a pair of eyes cut by autumn water, and lips painted red by half of cinnabar.
She used to think that the words of ordinary people were always half true and half false, mostly just fantasies of beauty and splendor. But now, after meeting Song Linsheng, she realized that most of them were actually about real things.
"This is Sanmiao Paste, this is White Silkworm, and this is Layue Fat..." Song Linsheng explained the medicinal uses of each of them to Wen Yu one by one from left to right without showing a trace of impatience.
Wen Yu was puzzled. There were so many bottles, big and small, and they all had strange names. How could she remember them all?
She stiffened her neck and said nothing. She always felt that Song Linsheng, who always made people feel like spring breeze, was now as cold as the coldest time of the year.
Is he angry...
Wen Yu put her hands behind her back, twisting her sleeves constantly, and only dared to glance at Song Linsheng out of the corner of her eyes.
Song Linsheng paused, seeing Xiaoyu pursed her lips and remained silent. He sighed inwardly, wondering if he seemed a little too harsh.
He was thinking about what Xiaoyu had just said to refute him, and he felt suffocated, with an inexplicable feeling running around in his chest.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng's voice was still so gentle, and he was trying to frighten Xiaoyu. "This morning, I saw you gasping in pain when you moved. Did you hurt your shoulder socket?"
He was useless. Although he didn't know how Xiaoyu was injured, it was all his fault that he left, leaving Xiaoyu and her brother to look after Chen Mian.
If he had stayed in the corridor and helped out if anything happened, maybe... Xiaoyu wouldn't have been hurt.
Wen Yu's small movements suddenly stopped, and she looked up at Song Linsheng in disbelief.
How would he know?
She didn't reveal anything, did she?
I originally planned to sleep it off to heal my wounds...
Wen Yu couldn't explain what was in her mind. She didn't want Song Linsheng to find out, but she was also afraid that he really wouldn't be able to find out.
Now that he asked it so directly, Wen Yu's heart ached, and countless grievances immediately surged up, and even her eyes turned red in an instant.
"I..." Wen Yu wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
She looked up at Song Linsheng and met his misty eyes. Wen Yu was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Song Linsheng breathed a sigh of relief and leaned down to be on the same level as Wen Yu. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and touched Wen Yu's hair to straighten out her tangled hair.
"You didn't tell me you were injured, and you endured the pain even though it was obvious?" He didn't blame Xiaoyu, but... he just couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Wen Yu lowered his head and said hesitantly, "At that time, I was only concerned about Chen Mian... He was seriously injured, so he was naturally more important..."
"No one is more important than anyone else." Song Linsheng said seriously, pressing the large and small medicine bottles into Wenyu's hands. "In Linsheng's heart, Xiaoyu is the most important."
Wen Yu was startled by his sudden action and quickly reached out to take the medicine bottle. She held it in her arms and her nostrils were instantly filled with various medicine bottles.
With so many medicine bottles, Song Linsheng's sleeves might be a treasure chest, right?
But before Wen Yu could figure out this problem, the next moment, he was completely defenseless and flew into the air.
"Ah——" Wen Yu was shocked by the sudden change and couldn't help but let out a cry.
When he reacted again, Song Linsheng was already holding him horizontally in his arms.
The cedar scent on his body could not wait to wrap around Wen Yu, mixed with the faint jasmine scent in Wen Yu's hair, interweaving into an inexplicable misty atmosphere, with a lingering and rich aftertaste.
Wen Yuxing's eyes were wide open and her brows were tightly furrowed. She hunched her shoulders and hugged the medicine bottle tightly in her arms, not daring to move.
"Song Linsheng, you, you..." He kept saying "yes" for a long time but couldn't make any clear meaning.
Wen Yu's tongue seemed to be tied in a knot, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't straighten it out.
"I, I..." Wen Yu looked up and saw an abnormal blush on Song Linsheng's handsome face. Under his jaw, which was as sharp as a knife, his throat was sliding non-stop.
He turned his head away with a stern face, not looking at Wen Yu, but a trace of heat climbed up his ears, making it impossible for him to ignore it.
"You are injured. I will take you back to your room." Song Linsheng spoke each word clearly. Beneath his forced calm appearance, he could not hide his restless heart.
He curled up his fingers and didn't actually touch Xiaoyu, but even through the clothes, the warmth that came through almost burned him.
Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and Song Linsheng's hair tangled with hers. She hunched her neck, wishing she could bury herself in the pile of medicine bottles. "But...but my foot isn't injured..."
Song Linsheng, who was about to leave, paused when he heard this and almost fell down.
Layers of heat washed over him like waves, turning his cheeks red. Song Linsheng bit his lower lip unconsciously, his neck stiff and he dared not move, afraid to meet Xiaoyu's gaze.
"Walking around will only make your injuries worse." Song Linsheng's tone was so unyielding that even he himself was almost fooled.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away, leaving Wen Yu no room to argue.
Wen Yu was stunned, a little doubtful, "Oh——"
She said no more, just lowered her head and let Song Linsheng hold her. As she swayed, she rested her head against Song Linsheng's chest. The overlapping collar separated her from Song Linsheng, but it couldn't block the constant flow of heat from the clothes.
Song Linsheng stood upright and walked steadily, but if you paid a little attention, you could notice that his back was straight and his whole body was stiff.
In a blink of an eye, Song Linsheng carefully placed Wen Yu on the couch, and arranged the medicine bottles in order on the table beside the couch. Then, without waiting for Wen Yu to say anything, he hurried out of the inner room and stood behind the screen embroidered with green and blue trees.
"Xiaoyu, Ah Zhu and Ah Bai have gone to the front hall to help with the inkstone washing. You should rest for a while and wait for them to come back and apply the medicine for you."
Wen Yu hugged her knees with her hands, still a little dazed. Her cheeks were flushed, and as the heat rose, she buried her head in the quilt.
After hearing what Song Linsheng said, Wen Yu stood up and rummaged through the various medicine bottles on the table, opening one to smell it and shaking another to listen.
A look of confusion gradually appeared on his face. What was "three what"? What was "white"?
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, just wait..." Before Song Linsheng finished his words, he heard a series of ping-pong sounds coming from inside.
Song Linsheng was anxious and took a step forward immediately, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"
Then, thinking of what had just happened, Song Linsheng stopped and quietly retreated behind the screen.
The pounding in his chest was difficult to calm. Song Linsheng took a deep breath and asked Wen Yu, "Xiaoyu, are you okay?"
Wen Yu, looking at the medicine bottles that were being tossed around and scattered everywhere before him, just tried to agree, "I'm fine, I'm just checking—"
Song Linsheng had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard someone inside ask, "Song Linsheng, why didn't you help me apply the medicine?"
His heart skipped a beat and his breath got stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down.
Xiaoyu means...
Wen Yu was completely oblivious to Song Linsheng's embarrassment. She just remembered that when she first came to Guanwuyuan, she scraped her back and it was Song Linsheng who applied medicine to her!
Since Azhu and Abai are not here, why bother waiting? Why not ask Song Linsheng to apply medicine for her?
Anyway, she couldn't tell the difference between the three and the white, so she had to be careful not to get them mixed up again later.
Wen Yu frowned and thought carefully about what Song Linsheng had just said, almost putting her face into the pile of medicine bottles.
But she forgot that she was a tree demon. How effective could a mortal's ointment be?
Song Linsheng looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. A thin layer of sweat spontaneously appeared on his body, and no matter how calm he tried, it could not be eliminated.
The door frame creaked, sending a breeze into the room, brushing past Song Linsheng—
The clothes are fluttering, and there is such a heart.
A feeling of clarity filled his mind, and Song Linsheng no longer hesitated. He raised his foot and walked out from behind the screen.
The rustling sound of fabric could be heard, and a pair of crescent-colored boots stopped in front of Wen Yu. The swaying corners of the clothes created subtle ripples, like waves surging and difficult to stop.
Wen Yu looked up and saw Song Linsheng looking down at her.
Song Linsheng's eyes tightened. Xiaoyu curled up on the couch with her legs bent, her hands wrapped around her knees supporting her chin. Her slightly opened lips revealed her white jade-like teeth, which made her lips look even more rosy.
The bun hanging down on the side of her face rested smoothly on her shoulders, and the blue and green pearls and jadeite adorning it swayed, as if it was about to turn into a butterfly and fly away.
Looking up, he saw a pair of pure almond-shaped eyes, bright and clear, without any worldly feeling, which were covered by the loose hair on the forehead and stared at him blankly.
Song Linsheng quickly turned his face away and stopped looking at Wen Yu.
"I..." Song Linsheng hesitated.
It had been decided from the moment he crossed the screen, hadn't it?
Song Linsheng's face flushed even more than before.
At that time, he was just worried about Xiaoyu's injury. In addition, he really couldn't find a maid in the mansion for the time being, and he was afraid that her wound would get infected, so he applied medicine to Xiaoyu. He really had to do so.
But now, Guanwuyuan already has two maids, Azhu and Abai, and he...
He is no longer the same as before.
Song Linsheng's throat moved slightly, and he calmed himself down. Then he raised his hand to remove the ribbon from his hair, turned his back and covered his eyes. After he had calmed down, he turned back around.
"Xiao Yu, I'm sorry." Relying on his familiarity with the layout of the inner room, he easily took the medicine bottle on the table.
Song Linsheng put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He could recognize it as the scent of white silkworm without even looking.
When he was young, he studied and practiced calligraphy, not just history books and classics. He also had some knowledge of medicine and pharmacology. Even if he couldn't diagnose patients, it was enough for him to identify some medicines.
When Wen Yu saw Song Linsheng's eyes covered with brocade, she inexplicably felt a sense of elegance and transcendence. On her jade-white face, only the red lips remained, and her beauty was stunning.
She felt a sudden surge of heat in her stomach for no apparent reason, and felt a bit embarrassed. Fortunately, Song Linsheng couldn't see it, so Wen Yu pouted and relaxed a little.
Song Linsheng was blindfolded, presumably because he had difficulty moving. Wen Yu stood up and pulled Song Linsheng to sit on the couch. After settling him down, she reached out to rub her left shoulder.
She couldn't feel it when it wasn't touched, but once it was touched she felt extreme pain and her heart was broken. When did she become so afraid of pain?
Song Linsheng was really meticulous. Even she herself would sometimes forget about being injured, but Song Linsheng actually remembered it.
Song Linsheng was silent, listening to the rustling sound of clothes, and was so quiet that he didn't dare to move, not even a breath.
Only when the sound stopped did Song Linsheng start to move.
He poured the ointment into his palm and rubbed it carefully with his body temperature until he felt a warm sensation in his palm. Then he tentatively touched Wen Yu's body.
There was no blood on Xiaoyu's body, so she must have been injured somewhere and had some blood clots.
The touch felt warm, three times warmer than the ointment on his fingertips.
Song Linsheng's heart moved, and his fingertips shrank back a few inches.
"Hiss——" Wen Yu shrugged.
"Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng asked nervously, not daring to act rashly. "But it's too cold?"
Wen Yu shook her head, then remembered that Song Linsheng couldn't see at all, and added: "No, it's... a little painful..."
Song Linsheng sighed, then he pressed down on Wen Yu's shoulder with confidence, applying the medicine while rubbing it in circles.
"This medicine is called White Silkworm. Don't worry, although the name sounds scary, it's very effective." Song Linsheng comforted Wen Yu, "It promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis, which is very useful."
"Hmm..." Wen Yu responded obediently and applied the medicine quietly.
But when she lowered her head, she saw that her hands were twisting her clothes, and then she remembered belatedly -
She just said in the yard that her injury wasn't to her foot, but...
But it wasn't her hand that was injured!
Wen Yu suddenly loosened the fabric in her hands, not knowing where to put her hands.
How could she...how could she...
Wen Yu's neck was stiff, not daring to move. This was a chaotic situation that she was facing alone, and she must not let Song Linsheng notice it.
Song Linsheng continued to speak softly to her, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed, making him less nervous than before. "In the future, don't always put others first and ignore your own pain."
"Just like when you're hungry, you eat; when you're tired, you rest; when you're injured, you get medicine; when you're wronged... you have to tell me..."
Song Linsheng paused. What he said were the principles his brother had taught him. Perhaps there were also some selfish motives mixed in. Who knows?
"Xiaoyu herself is in a very serious situation." Song Linsheng's hands did not stop moving, and he took some more ointment to cover it.
Wen Yu turned sideways and didn't dare to look back. Her eyes were already filled with mist.
Ever since she broke Song Linsheng's longevity branch, she had spent countless days and nights in fear, always afraid of ruining other people's fate and disrupting other people's cause and effect.
At that time, her master was busy with spring plowing and was not in the Temple of Spring. She could not find any help at all, so she finally decided to go down to the mortal world alone to find Song Linsheng.
These days, she was always worried about not being able to take good care of Song Linsheng. She was afraid that he would become self-pitying because of being disparaged, and she was also afraid that he would experience unnecessary hardships and disasters and sink into endless despair...
But in the end, she didn't help Song Linsheng much, but Song Linsheng took care of her a lot.
Song Linsheng's words were like a gentle spring breeze, moistening everything silently. He didn't do anything else, but he could suddenly calm her heart.
Wen Yu pouted. Why was she so sad?
Song Linsheng was silent for a moment. After a long while, he didn't hear Xiaoyu's answer. He was a little surprised, "Xiaoyu?"
Wen Yu, who was immersed in her own emotions, called out to him and suddenly pulled away. She turned around in response and said, "Hmm?"
Wen Yu turned around and saw that both of them were shocked.
Song Linsheng had been looking down at Wen Yu. When she suddenly turned around, Song Linsheng had no time to move and bumped into her.
Wen Yu's nose brushed against Song Linsheng's jaw. The warm touch brought a tingling sensation, which made Wen Yu stunned.
The scent of cedar from Song Linsheng surrounded her body. It was clearly a cold fragrance, but it inexplicably made her feel warm.
The ribbon tied behind his head had slipped down to the front of his body at some point and now hung crookedly on Wen Yu's shoulder, covering his hand.
Wen Yu held his breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe.
She, what happened to her?
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