Chapter 146 "Just consider it as a reward."...
The next day, early morning.
When the first ray of sunlight falls on the late spring mountains, it breaks through the layers of mist, causing the wind to blow through the trees and over the hills, bringing up a low whimper.
Fortunately, there are also the chirping of birds, which are crisp and melodious, making the late spring mountain not too dull.
Wen Yu got up very early for the first time in his life. After everything was arranged, he quickly devoured some cakes and snacks, then hurried through the corridor and courtyard to the main gate.
On the way, we passed by the Hovenia dulcis tree in the middle of the front yard. Its tall and lush branches and leaves were very eye-catching.
Wen Yu stopped and realized that the headache and fever from yesterday had disappeared, replaced by a refreshed mind and clear eyes and ears.
She leaned over affectionately and wrapped her arms around the trunk of the Hovenia dulcis tree, patting its strong veins while muttering, "Thank you, Brother Tree!"
The Hovenia dulcis tree, which had not yet given birth to a soul, naturally would not answer her.
Wen Yu smiled and pursed her lips. Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a tree hole in the dark that was eaten by insects. She thought for a moment, and a sly smile spread across her lips.
"Just consider it as a way to repay you for your kindness."
She stretched out two fingers and lightly tapped, and a green light suddenly flew out, as if it had eyes, and flew straight towards the wormhole.
In an instant, the spider webs formed by insect infestation and decay disappeared, and the trunk that had originally sagged into a hollow shell slowly sprouted new buds.
Wen Yu clapped his hands and laughed happily and freely.
It seemed her magic had improved, and minor ailments like these were no problem for her. Wen Yu turned and walked toward the main entrance, mentally planning to share the good news with her master.
The sound of wind chimes under the eaves is crisp and pleasant, and the mountain mist in the distance gradually becomes visible.
Wen Yu sat bored on the stone steps in front of Xianchun Cottage, counting the birds hiding in the treetops from time to time.
She looked into the depths of Houchun Mountain from afar. As the fog dissipated, the corner that appeared was the flying eaves of the Wutong Ancestral Temple. Thinking of the statue of the God of Spring sitting in the temple, she wished she could go up the mountain quickly.
Since she came down to the mortal world, she has only been to the Wutong Ancestral Temple twice, and now she really misses her master.
Since the master travels around the world and is hard to find, let's worship his statue.
She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
The movement seemed a little hurried at first, but it became calmer as it got closer.
"Xiaoyu, there is heavy fog in the mountains, be careful not to catch a cold." A cool fragrance came over, accompanied by Song Linsheng's caring words. Before Wen Yu turned around, the embroidered satin shawl from yesterday fell on her shoulders.
Wen Yu sat obediently, not surprised at all. She was already accustomed to Song Linsheng's approach and did not show any defensive reaction.
She lowered her eyes and watched Song Linsheng walk around to her and squat down, tying the ribbon on the front of her shawl and making a beautiful heart-shaped knot.
"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded repeatedly, then she supported her knees with her hands and was about to get up. "Did you sleep well? Then let's go up the mountain and wash the inkstone."
She asked a lot of questions in a row, and I'm afraid even she herself didn't realize how enthusiastic she was about going up the mountain to worship.
Song Linsheng raised his hand to support Wen Yu, helping her to steady herself, "Wash the inkstone..."
"Young Master! Young Master! Oh, Young Master, wait for me--" Xiyan's voice came through the door and over the threshold, and the next moment he appeared in the middle of the main door in aqua blue clothes.
It is really not allowed to talk about people behind their backs. Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
As soon as he went out after washing his inkstone, he saw the young master and Miss Wen standing on the stone steps, one above the other. Miss Wen was wearing the same shawl she had worn yesterday, while the young master was only wearing a thin outer robe, his sleeves fluttering in the mountain breeze.
"Xi Yan?" Wen Yu saw Xi Yan standing on the threshold and not coming out, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He had a moon-white cloak with floral patterns draped over his arms, and his face was filled with anxiety.
"Hey—good morning, Madam Wen." Xi Yan came over, shaking out the cloak in his hands as he walked. "Young Master, please wait for me. The mountain air is so cold and damp, and you don't know how to take care of yourself."
As he said that, Xiyan put the cloak on Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng took it with a faint smile, and while tying his cloak, he said, "How can I be that weak? Could it be that I am the kind of person who will fall down at the slightest touch of wind?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Xi Yan straightened his clothes and smiled cunningly, "Sir, you are not the kind of person who will be easily influenced by others. In my opinion, Madam Wen is the one who—"
Xi Yan deliberately prolonged his words, his playful gaze flicking between Song Linsheng and Wen Yu, "He's the type who falls at the slightest sign of trouble!"
Wen Yu was originally listening to Xi Yan's words attentively, and even her eyes moved with his movements, but she didn't expect that he was saying the same thing as he said to Song Linsheng.
Falling at the slightest sign of trouble? She's not the type to fall at the slightest sign of trouble.
Wen Yu grabbed a corner of the heart-shaped knot on the cloak with each hand and gently pulled it to play with it.
She couldn't fully understand what Xiyan said, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of Xiyan, so she could only pretend nothing happened and remain silent.
Song Linsheng turned his head and glanced at Xi Yan lightly. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was no longer as smiling as before.
When their eyes met, Xiyan immediately stopped talking, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and blinked playfully.
Song Linsheng turned around and explained softly to Wenyu, "Xiaoyu, don't worry. Xiyan didn't mean that."
Wen Yu stared at Song Linsheng blankly, then looked at Xiyan who was mumbling behind her. She still hadn't figured out what "that meaning" meant.
Xiyan originally kept silent, but when he saw how much trouble his young master and Madam Wen were having explaining themselves, he couldn't help but interrupt, "I mean, if Madam Wen wasn't the type to fall for a lie, why would the young master have to search the entire yard so hastily, without even bothering to put on an extra layer of clothing?"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Yu came to his senses and understood most of what he had said.
"Xi Yan!" Song Linsheng turned around and snorted softly, not letting Xi Yan continue.
Xiyan's words were like a picking knife, which removed the embers and made the candle in his heart burn brighter and more vigorously. The clear and warm candlelight filled his chest, and his heart was warmed.
But the more this happened, the more he didn't want Xiyan to continue.
For him, it is a bronze mirror that allows him to see himself clearly.
But for Xiaoyu, it might become an invisible burden.
And he absolutely didn't want Xiaoyu to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or to compromise in the slightest.
What's more, now that Xiaoyu is living in the mansion, they have to be more careful in what they do and say, so as not to make Xiaoyu feel like a dependent and make her sad.
He promised Xiaoyu's brother that he would take good care of Xiaoyu.
Then he would never break his promise.
But Xiyan, who usually behaves very well, just doesn't want to shut up today for some reason.
Xiyan puffed out his cheeks and blurted out everything that was on his mind. "I completely forgot about my own body, but I remember Miss Wen's shawl very clearly."
At this point, even if Wen Yu had a wooden head, he would not fail to understand the deep meaning of the words.
She suddenly lost control of her hands and pulled the knot hard. The knot suddenly tightened and wrapped around her neck, causing her to cough violently.
"Cough cough——" Wen Yu choked on the cold air, and a chill suddenly rose in her lungs. The pain made her bend down involuntarily.
"Xiaoyu!" Song Linsheng called out hurriedly.
He quickly stepped forward, holding Wen Yu's elbow with one hand and patting her back with the other to help her calm down.
"Xiaoyu, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, breathe in and out more gently." Song Linsheng's brows were filled with anxiety. Although he said this, he was three times more anxious than anyone else.
Wen Yu waved her hands, wanting to tell Song Linsheng that she was fine, but just as she was about to speak, she started coughing violently again, "Cough cough——"
Xiyan was also panicked when he saw this. He immediately frantically dug out a bamboo tube from his bag. He quickly uncorked it and handed it to Song Linsheng, "Sir, water!"
Song Linsheng took it over and while helping Wen Yu to breathe, he brought the bamboo tube to Wen Yu's lips.
"Xiaoyu, drink some water to calm down."
Wen Yu held his breath and calmed himself for a moment, then held the end of the bamboo tube with both hands and took a sip under Song Linsheng's momentum.
The warm water flowed down her throat, moistening her stomach, intestines and lungs. The warmth spread throughout Wen Yu's chest, finally allowing her to recover.
"I, I'm fine." Wen Yu spoke word by word, and there was still some pain in her throat, which made it impossible for her to speak freely.
Song Linsheng patted Wen Yu's back gently. His palm was tense and he didn't dare to use any force, for fear that he would accidentally hurt Wen Yu.
"Is it better?" Song Linsheng handed over the bamboo tube. "Would you like to drink some more?"
Seeing this, Xiyan, who was standing by, quickly chimed in, "Yes, Madam Wen, drink some more. This is the boiling water I just filled this morning, it's still warm."
Wen Yu pressed her hands against her chest, suppressing her disordered breathing and the heaving of her chest.
After washing the inkstone, Wen Yu shook his head.
Song Linsheng didn't try to persuade her too much, figuring Xiaoyu didn't want to drink right now, and she could drink later. He raised his hand and handed the bamboo tube back to Xiyan, but his eyes were fixed on Wenyu.
Xiyan took the bamboo tube awkwardly and held it in his arms. He bent down and looked at Wenyu's condition quietly. The guilt in his heart surged and almost drowned him for a moment.
"Madam Wen..." Xiyan's voice was soft and slow, completely different from his usual high spirits. "Madam Wen, are you okay?"
If Madam Wen is not a good person, he won't have an easy life either.
Xiyan secretly glanced at her master's expression out of the corner of her eyes, not even daring to breathe heavily.
He was really outspoken today.
It would be fine for everyone to joke around in the mansion on normal days, but today only the Young Master and Madam Wen were present, so it was indeed inappropriate for him to say that.
Madam Wen is a bit shy, and I wonder if this will harm both the Master and Madam Wen...
The more Xiyan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He immediately shrank to the side, scratching his head and ears anxiously.
After a lot of trouble, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. The tearing pain in his chest caused by the violent coughing finally dissipated for the most part, and Wen Yu was able to stand up straight with the help of Song Linsheng.
She shook her head and waved her hands, then said to Xiyan in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, very fine."
Song Linsheng's brows were furrowed tightly, not relaxing for a moment. Seeing Wen Yu gasping for breath, he couldn't help but advise, "Xiaoyu, you're not feeling well right now. Why don't you go back to the courtyard to rest for a while and postpone the incense-burning trip. We can return home a day later."
Apart from the Dragon Boat Festival in May, there were no other important matters in the government office these days. Moreover, he had already handed the matter over to Lord Mu, so there was nothing to worry about.
With Uncle Song taking care of the house, there is naturally no shortage of time for one or two days.
They could stay in the mountains for a while longer; time was not a big deal.
Wen Yu thought about what she had just said when washing the inkstone, and her mind was in a mess, as if thousands of thoughts were coming at her at once, layer upon layer like waves, making her overwhelmed.
Before Song Linsheng finished speaking, Wen Yu shook her head like a rattle.
Now she just wanted to finish her work quickly and then go back to Guanwuyuan to have some peace and quiet. If she were asked to continue living in Xianchun Cottage, Xiyan's words would probably echo in her ears day and night.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu shook his head without hesitation, "No, I want to go up the mountain."
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