Chapter 151 is first released with the flavor of jasmine.
The voice was hoarse and deep, completely different from before, as if a gap had suddenly been torn in the gloomy atmosphere.
Wen Yu responded quickly, trying to peer inside through the opening to see what was going on. "Hey—Madam Wen."
But as soon as she answered, Mrs. Wen's tears began to fall, flowing from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, and finally hanging just above her chin.
Wen Yu was distracted for a moment, and was shocked by Mrs. Wen's sudden tears and was at a loss what to do.
The one who is now wandering outside and has no home to return to is Yanzi, not this Madam Wen who is dressed in fine clothes and has servants everywhere.
I don’t know why she is crying and so sad?
Wen Yu hurriedly searched for a handkerchief in her sleeve. After finally finding one, she remembered that it was the one Song Linsheng had given her to wipe her hands with, so she had to put it back into her sleeve.
Wen Kang held her cheeks with her hands, and tears as big as beans fell like beads that had broken off the string, and she couldn't stop them from falling.
Occasionally, a whimpering sound leaked out from between the fingers, dully hitting the hearts of everyone in the hall.
Wen Yu felt sorry for her. Was she being too blunt?
Even if there were misunderstandings or unhappiness between Madam Wen and Yanzi, it was their mother-son matter and an outsider like her had no right to interfere.
Wen Yu hesitated, not knowing how to comfort Madam Wen.
Madam Wen, however, forced herself to hold back her tears. Her face was covered in tears, revealing her sorrow. She whispered to Wen Yu, "Madam Wen Yu, I did have a young son. His name was Yan Zi, and he was Yan Li's younger brother."
Wen Kang wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. She shook her head and said with great pain, "It's just that Yan Zi contracted a serious illness when she was young and unfortunately passed away..."
She suppressed her sadness and explained, "Yanzi was still young at that time. Now it has been several years, and few outsiders know about this matter. That's why I told others that Yanli is the only son in the family..."
Madam Wen's words were like a flash of lightning, which cut a sharp gap in the silent sky. Immediately, thunder roared and wind and rain roared.
The truth emerged from that person's mouth, and the facts were laid out before Wen Yu, Song Linsheng and others.
Wen Yu was stunned. She moved her lips hesitantly, but in the end she didn't say anything.
"How could that be?" Xiyan raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled.
Song Linsheng moved the two fingers behind his back, and Xiyan, who was about to ask more questions, stopped talking when he saw it.
There must be a reason for this young master's action.
"Yanzi, Yanzi..." Wen Yu chewed these two words over and over in his mouth, and after thinking for a while, he prepared to ask something.
At this moment, Song Linsheng, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke before Wen Yu could speak: "I wonder if what Madam Wen said is true?"
Wen Kang's eyes were tearful, but she couldn't hide her determination. She replied with certainty, "It's absolutely true. However, this matter is a pain in my heart, and I rarely talk about it, so not many people know about it."
Song Linsheng nodded and continued, following Madam Wen's words, "Then...how old was Yan Zi when she passed away?"
Wen Yu was stunned and turned to look at Song Linsheng. Why were you asking these questions?
If there are two Yan Zi, they will confront each other in class.
Wen Kang lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then replied, "Yan Zi was only nine years old back then, and tragically died before her tenth birthday."
This incident has always been a source of grief for the entire Wen family. She originally thought that as time passed, she had forgotten the pain of losing her son, but...
Now that I bring it up, I realize it's still so heart-wrenching and difficult to calm down.
Madam Wen raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears and remained silent for a while.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes, and a faint arc of light flashed across them.
Nine years old...
A Yuan once said that Yan Zi was the same age as him, exactly nine years old.
No matter the name, family, or age, there was absolutely no difference.
But Madam Wen said that her son Lang Yanzi had passed away long ago...
There is clearly something fishy going on here.
He turned to look at Wen Yu and shook his head gently.
Wen Yu's little head, which had been racking his brain, suddenly understood.
After Madam Wen wiped her tears, she finally remembered to ask, "Madam Wenyu, Lord Song, and..."
She looked up at Xiyan, who had just been the most indignant, and said hesitantly, "And this young master."
"I don't know, I don't know why you suddenly brought up Yan Zi's matter today..."
Mrs. Wen's tear-filled eyes gradually regained clarity, and she was staring at Wen Yu without blinking.
Wen Yu paused, remembering Song Linsheng's look just now. A faint smile formed on her lips, and she said casually, "Oh—this is nothing special. It's just that I met someone with the same name and surname. It was just a misunderstanding."
"I didn't expect to bring up Madam Wen's sad story. I really shouldn't have done that." Wen Yu consoled Madam Wen with apology, soothing her repeatedly.
Wen Kang shook her head slightly when she heard this. "Well, well, well, it's been so many years since this happened. I'm just a little sad to bring it up today. It has nothing to do with Madam Wen Yu."
Xiyan, who was standing by, kept his lips tightly closed but stared at Madam Wen with his eyes motionlessly. After a moment, as if he felt it was impolite, he suddenly turned his face away.
Yanzi, Yanzi...
Song Linsheng stepped forward, patted Wen Yu's shoulder, and told her not to blame herself too much. He then greeted Madam Wen and said, "Since that's the case, we'll take our leave today. We'll definitely come to see Master Wen in three days as agreed."
Wen Kang stood up upon hearing this. Even though she looked thin, her aura was still very eye-catching.
"Yes, please trouble Master Song and Madam Wenyu." Wen Kang instructed, "Three days later, it must be three days later."
Wen Yu nodded and comforted Madam Wen, "Don't worry, we will be on time and will never ruin Master Wen's fate."
Xiyan turned around and packed up the bag he brought with him, holding his breath and saying nothing.
As she spoke, Madam Wen seemed to recall something and continued, "By the way, I hope Madam Wenyu can keep this matter a secret for me at this time."
"I have invited Madam Wenyu to my house several times, but I didn't want this to become too public. Today, I was forced to do so, so I followed Madam Wenyu here."
Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement, "Of course, we won't tell anyone else."
Madam Wen's expression relaxed, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. As for the whereabouts of the Wen family, how about I send a car to pick up Madam Wen Yu and Lord Song in three days?"
Song Linsheng smiled faintly and gently declined, "No need. When I was looking for my brother for Madam Wen Yu, I visited him before, so I know where the Wen residence is. We can drive there in three days."
Mrs. Wen paused, a look of embarrassment lingering between her brows.
She knew what Lord Song said, but she did not receive Lord Song and his party at that time.
She quickly made amends, "My family was worried about my son Yanli at the time. I hope Master Song will forgive me for my poor hospitality."
At that time, she was so busy with Yanli that she had no time to care about other matters.
Therefore, even though she knew that it was the newly appointed prefect of Jiangyang and Lord Mu who were visiting, she asked someone to refuse them outright.
At that time, I only knew that they were looking for relatives for a woman named Wen. Since her family was not surnamed Wen, I probably couldn't help much, so I didn't take it seriously.
But she never expected that after all the twists and turns, this woman surnamed Wen, also known as Madam Wen Yu, would become the only hope to save her son Yan Li.
It was really fate that played such a trick on her. Fortunately, Madam Wen Yu did not hold it against her, otherwise it would have been her rudeness that ruined Yan Li's life.
Song Linsheng shook his head and only looked at Wen Yu beside him.
Wen Yu shrugged nonchalantly, "Nothing, Madam Wen, don't take it to heart."
"It's getting late, Madam Wen, you should go home early and don't keep your servants waiting outside."
Wen Kang nodded in thanks, her eyes full of gratitude towards Wen Yu, "Yes, yes, thank you very much, Madam Wen Yu. In that case, I will take my leave."
After saying this, Madam Wen greeted the three people one by one, then pushed the door open and left.
After returning the greetings in the hall, Wen Yu turned around and looked deeply at the statue of the God of Spring.
The Goddess of Spring had a kind face and gentle eyes, and she looked back at Wen Yu quietly.
Wen Yu puffed out her cheeks, hoping that her master would bless her so that the matter of the eldest son of the Wen family would not be too difficult and she could handle it.
"Xiaoyu, let's go back too." Song Linsheng's voice sounded behind him.
Wen Yu turned around and then remembered that there was something else that he had kept in his heart and had not asked about it.
Just as she was about to speak, Xi Yan, who was standing beside her, spoke first, "Sir, why didn't you tell me the truth about Yan Zi just now? Could it be that just because Madam Wen said that her youngest son died young, then he really did die young?"
Xiyan was indignant and obviously still dissatisfied with Yanzi.
He always felt that Mrs. Wen was hiding something. She must have deliberately mentioned her young son's early death and made up a lie to cover up the truth that Yanzi was living away from home. She was just unwilling to admit her cruelty.
Yanzi was only nine years old, how could she lie? Moreover, regardless of age and identity, she matched the Wen family's Erlang, so Yanzi must be the Wen family's Erlang.
How could the young master and Miss Wen be fooled by just saying that they were people with the same name and surname?
"What's more, ordinary people would definitely be curious and ask a few questions when hearing about someone with the same name. But Madam Wen didn't respond at all. Don't you think it's strange, sir?"
Wen Yu's eyes shifted, looking from Xi Yan to Song Linsheng. She did have a guess, but it was inconvenient to share it directly with Song Linsheng and Xi Yan.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng quietly, just waiting to see how he would answer Xi Yan's questions.
Song Linsheng's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor angry, and he did not show any emotion when listening to Xiyan's words.
This can only mean one thing, that is, Song Linsheng already had a plan in mind.
"It's because Madam Wen didn't respond to the question after hearing about someone with the same name." Song Linsheng slowly explained, "It can be seen that she is absolutely certain of the death of her youngest son Yanzi."
"Even if someone with the same name and surname appeared, she would never associate it with her deceased Erlang."
"Whether she responds or not is actually irrelevant. Maybe she just doesn't want to recall the sad things."
If he had not witnessed the death of his young son with his own eyes, how could he be so calm when someone with the same name and surname appeared?
"Mrs. Wen did not lie, and there is no need to lie." Song Linsheng shook his head lightly.
Xiyan still had a look of doubt on his face, and he remained silent.
Wen Yu, who was standing by, saw this and said, "That's right. If there's even a single lie in what she said, wouldn't it be self-defeating when we arrive at the Wen family in three days?"
Could it be that everyone in the Wen family had the same tongue? Something that had never happened would always leave traces. If they dug deeper, how could Mrs. Wen hide the truth?
"But Yanzi, regardless of status and age, is exactly the same as the Wen family's Erlang. Moreover, he himself told Ayuan that he was originally a child of the Wen family, but he had a rift with his parents and ran away from home."
Xiyan argued vigorously, fearing that any carelessness would harm Yanzi's interests.
Song Linsheng nodded, and did not rush to refute Xiyan's words. Instead, he continued, "Then let me ask you, how old is Yanzi now?"
Xiyan exhaled, looked at his son in surprise, and said, "Is there any need to ask? From Uncle Song to Ah Zhu, everyone in our family knows that Yanzi is nine years old this year."
Wen Yu clapped her hands. Seeing that the two of them were arguing enthusiastically, she decided not to interrupt them. She turned around and sat down on the cushion she had been sitting on before.
The development of the situation was just as she expected, but she didn't know how to deal with it when the truth came out.
Song Linsheng did not deny Xiyan's answer and continued to ask, "What about what Madam Wen just said? How old is Erlang of the Wen family?"
"Of course he is also nine years old, the same age as Yanzi." Xiyan looked up, as if he had found evidence proving that Yanzi and Erlang of the Wen family were the same person, and looked at his own son very confidently.
"Nine years old was the age of the second son of the Wen family when he died young, and it's been several years since he died," Song Linsheng pointed out. "The eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Yanli, you and I met when the results were announced. He was 11 years old. How could his brother, who was born to the same mother, only turn nine this year?"
"But!" Xi Yan paused, as if thinking of something, "Nine years old, nine years old... But this year's nine years old is not the same as a few years ago..."
Xiyan reacted belatedly and was immediately horrified. "Master, are you saying, are you saying that someone is impersonating the Wen family's Erlang in the mansion?"
Song Linsheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Xiaoyu, what do you think?"
Wen Yu was really troubled by his question. Ever since she realized that Yan Zi's matter was not that simple, she didn't know how to deal with it.
"Maybe, maybe it really is a misunderstanding. Yanzi just has the same name as Erlang of the Wen family." Wen Yu answered with a stiff upper lip, really hoping that the matter could be resolved quickly.
It's really more troublesome than Mr. Wen's illness.
"But Madam Wen also said that few people know about Erlang of the Wen family, but Yanzi can clearly describe where he lives, who his parents are, and how old he is. If you say that he is not Erlang of the Wen family, but someone else impersonated him, I don't believe it." Xiyan frowned, looking worried.
"Although there is something strange about his age, but..." Xiyan hesitated.
Of course he knew that the age didn't match, but he still couldn't believe that Yan Zi was impersonating the second son of the Wen family.
Yanzi is only nine years old, can he lie?
Song Linsheng nodded, "Xiyan, I know what you mean."
If everything matches and there are no flaws, it is possible that Yan Zi is really the second son of the Wen family.
"If it's really so strange, maybe Yanzi is really the Erlang of the Wen family, but he's not..." Song Linsheng turned his head to look at Wen Yu and continued, "He's not the Erlang of the Wen family from before."
Wen Yu was stunned. She knew what Song Linsheng meant, but she didn't know how to respond.
No matter what she said, it seemed like she was shooting herself in the foot.
Wen Yu looked up at the statue of the God of Spring behind him, speechless.
Master, please show me the way forward.
The statue of the God of Spring remained silent, and even his usually kind expression seemed, to Wen Yu, to be a joke about her current situation.
It seems to be saying, who told you to come down to the mortal world without permission and cause trouble in the world.
"Yes, yes." Wen Yu had no other choice. At this point, she could only agree, "I just don't know what's going on with Yan Zi."
Xiyan tasted the meaning and continued, "What you mean is that the death of Erlang of the Wen family was real, and the current Yanzi is also real, but the one in Yanzi's body now is not the original Erlang of the Wen family?"
Song Linsheng pondered for a moment and nodded solemnly: "Have you ever heard of ghosts and gods causing chaos or resurrecting corpses?"
Xi Yan was horrified and quickly turned around to light three incense sticks and candles. He prayed to the God of Spring with a respectful face: "Goddess of Spring, please understand that my son's words were unintentional. May the God of Spring bless you."
Seeing this, Song Linsheng also stepped forward to light incense and candles. "The theory of ghosts and gods has always existed and is definitely not groundless. Otherwise, how can we explain the lively Yan Zi and the untimely death of Wen's Erlang?"
Wen Yu, who was still dazed and distressed just now, suddenly became alert when she heard Song Linsheng talking about the chaos caused by ghosts and gods.
Since Song Linsheng had such a guess, she didn't have to worry about how to explain it.
Firstly, there is nothing wrong with this speculation, and secondly, it avoids the risk of her identity being exposed.
That’s very good, that’s very good.
These words were said by Song Linsheng, not her.
Wen Yu suddenly stood up and moved closer to Song Linsheng, her face full of panic and trepidation. She held the knot of love at her heart with both hands and said softly, "What? Are there ghosts and gods causing trouble?"
"Song Linsheng, I'm so scared. How could it be ghosts and gods causing trouble? What about Yanzi, Yanzi..."
Wen Yu suppressed the smile in her heart and looked at Song Linsheng with a serious face and eyes full of worry.
The light pink shawl on her body added a hazy color under the candlelight in the hall, making her rosy cheeks look very soft.
Song Linsheng turned around, his face was handsome and his eyes were gentle. He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu carefully, a barely perceptible smile spreading across his lips.
He raised his hand and took Wen Yu's hand, then handed her the lit incense and led her to stand in front of the statue of the God of Spring. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyu. Even if ghosts and gods really exist and evil spirits linger, they will not harass Xiaoyu for no reason."
Song Linsheng lit three more incense sticks, turned to Wen Yu and said comfortingly, "Today, you and I will pray to the God of Spring for protection and peace, and then we will not be afraid of any ghosts, gods, demons or evil spirits."
Wen Yu nodded, and bowed three times with Song Linsheng, and finally placed the incense in the incense burner on the table.
She looked up at the statue of the God of Spring and silently said in her heart: Even if it is not Yan Zi's business, but some other demon or ghost, Master will definitely bless Song Linsheng to be safe and have a smooth life.
After praying for a while, Xiyan was packing his bag seriously this time. As he tied the knot, he said, "No matter what, we have to go back to the mansion to see Yanzi. Even if... even if it's a demon, it has lived in the mansion for quite some time. It's not like I don't know it on the street. Xiyan can't just be indifferent."
Song Linsheng laughed and patted Xiyan on the shoulder, "No one told you to not care about Yanzi."
Since entering the mansion, Yanzi has not caused any trouble and has been living quietly with Ayuan in Taketori-in.
Even if he was really possessed by an evil spirit, I think he had no ill intentions towards the Song family.
Apart from... not wanting to go out or eat before, there was nothing else to worry about.
Wen Yu nodded in agreement. Thinking back to what Uncle Song had said earlier, she asked, "By the way, didn't they say Yan Zi has a good appetite lately? Not only is she willing to go out and play, but she's also willing to eat with everyone?"
Song Linsheng understood what Wen Yu was thinking and agreed, "Since that's the case, why don't we invite Yanzi, Ayuan, and the others to have dinner together in the front hall when we return home today?"
Wen Yu agreed with this and just looked at the inkstone being washed expectantly.
Xiyan put the packed bag in his arm, nodded in agreement, and cleaned up the incense ashes on the table.
Suddenly, Xi Yan paused, slowly turned around and looked at Song Linsheng and Wen Yu. His lips moved, his face full of confusion, "So... Yan Zi has always been willing to eat with us since he came into the mansion. He seems..."
Xiyan paused for a moment, secretly glancing at the expressions of the Young Master and Madam Wen. Seeing that they showed no unusual expression, he continued, "He just seems reluctant to see the Young Master and Madam Wen..."
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other. She looked puzzled, but she understood everything in her heart.
No wonder Yanzi refused to go out or eat a few days ago.
Even when she and Song Linsheng fell into the Yuan River and just returned home, Ayuan and other brothers and sisters came to Guanwuyuan to visit, but Yanzi was the only one missing.
At that time, she thought Yanzi was unwell and was recuperating in the room, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
Now that it is connected with everything that happened later, the reason becomes clear.
Yanzi was clearly avoiding her and didn't want to see her.
When she and Song Linsheng went to the Bamboo Courtyard to visit Yanzi, if Ayuan had not stopped them, she might have already discovered the clues.
A Yuan was very young and thought that Yan Zi was just not used to the living environment or the food was not to her taste. She probably didn't think too much about it and thus helped Yan Zi invisibly.
Wen Yu collected her thoughts and pretended not to know. She frowned and looked at Song Linsheng, "What should we do? If Yan Zi is really a ghost, we..."
Song Linsheng pursed his lips, suppressing the smile on his lips, and said softly, "We just need to deal with it as soon as the enemy comes and block it with earth."
After saying this, Song Linsheng washed his inkstone and instructed, "No matter what method you use tonight, you must invite Yanzi to the front hall for dinner."
Xiyan nodded, tightened the bag on his back, walked ahead and pushed open the door of the hall.
The Wutong Ancestral Temple was filled with the smoke of incense and was silent. The people outside had long since dispersed, without even a trace left.
Xiyan peeked out for a few seconds, then turned back and said to Song Linsheng and Wen Yu, "Let's go, Master, Madam Wen."
Song Linsheng glanced at Wen Yu and called out, "Xiaoyu."
Wen Yu nodded, it was time to go down the mountain.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng came out one after another, followed closely by Xi Yan.
Not long after, the door of the Wutong Ancestral Temple closed again.
The last ray of light was isolated by the door leaf, and the Wutong Ancestral Temple was no longer disturbed by others.
The Goddess of Spring on the high platform opened her beautiful eyes and suddenly blinked.
A wisp of green smoke passed by, and a little boy in green clothes appeared.
He held Xi Liu in one hand and a white porcelain jade bottle in the other, standing proudly on the incense table.
The little boy stared at the tightly closed temple door, then swept across the green incense in the incense burner that had not yet burned out, and finally stopped his gaze on the tall, gold-painted tribute cup that held fruits and vegetables.
It was the fashionable fruit that Wen Yu and his group had just added.
The little boy let go, put the willow branch and the jade bottle aside, sat down lazily cross-legged on the incense table, picked up a fruit and put it in his mouth and started to eat it.
"This piece of wood can be used to ask for so many things at once, and you don't have to worry that I won't answer." The little boy muttered to himself while biting the fruit.
The child's mouth was filled with fragrant juice and the fruits were sweet. He lowered his eyes and saw that they were clusters of loquats.
The orange-yellow fruits are like round golden beads, shining with an attractive luster.
"Well, for Guozi's sake, I'll agree to your request."
But it is impossible to achieve everything you want.
What happens afterward depends solely on your fate.
The little boy wiped his hands lazily and turned over and got off the incense table.
As he moved, his clothes fluttered, and the blue short shirt instantly turned into a long outer robe, wrapping the man's tall and straight body.
He was facing the statue of the Goddess of Spring, with an amber hairband fluttering on the back of his head, contrasting beautifully with the candlelight in the hall.
The so-called Vajra has angry eyes and Bodhisattva has lowered eyebrows. The statue of the God of Spring has a compassionate face and looks down at the man in the hall.
A moment of silence, mixed with a touch of sadness, and an inexplicable atmosphere spread throughout the hall, accompanied by the footsteps of the next group of tourists.
The man turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated in the wind.
When the tourists came again, he had disappeared.
Shuqian Street, Guan'an Lane, Song Residence.
The sound of wheels rolling over the silent bluestone road broke the tranquility of Guan'an Lane, and the scene of impending storm was already on the rise.
When the carriage came to a complete stop, the sound of "whoosh" from washing the inkstone had not yet fallen.
"Master, Madam Wen, we're here." Xiyan's voice passed through the curtain and headed straight towards Wen Yu and Song Linsheng.
Behind a curtain, Wen Yu in the carriage swallowed the last bite of cake. She patted the residue on her hands and took a sip of the tea that Song Linsheng handed to her.
After everything was in order, Wen Yu got off the carriage and left Song Linsheng, who was leaning out from behind the curtain, and asked, "Xiaoyu, are you going to the Bamboo Courtyard?"
But Wen Yu stood upright in front of the car and was not in a hurry to go to the mansion.
Wen Yu stared at the mansion gate, turned around and naturally raised her hand to pick up Song Linsheng. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, she turned back to look at Song Linsheng and raised her eyebrows in confusion.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, then reached out and held Wen Yu.
He was no longer surprised by Xiaoyu's behavior.
Song Linsheng got out of the car and stood side by side with Wen Yu.
Xiyan, who was at the back, gently hit the stool for getting out of the sedan chair that had not yet been taken out, pushed it back and put it away, then led the carriage and handed it to the servant who came to meet him.
Wen Yu folded her arms across her chest and looked quietly at the words "Song's House" on the door plaque.
Unexpectedly, a demon slipped into the Song residence right under her nose, and she was so carefree that she didn't even notice it.
She boasted that she would protect Song Linsheng and make him healthy, safe and sound. She was really talking big.
Wen Yu shook her head and replied, "No, I want to go back to Guanwu Courtyard and have a good sleep."
She needed to go back and think this over carefully, and then strike with one strike at night.
Otherwise it will only alert the enemy.
Song Linsheng nodded and smiled, agreeing with Wen Yu's statement, "Okay, I'll do as Xiaoyu says."
Wen Yu nodded in agreement and walked inside.
Song Linsheng walked side by side with her and asked, "What would you like for dinner? Braised black fish with three sauces or stewed black-bone chicken with codonopsis?"
Without waiting for Wen Yu to respond, Song Linsheng glanced at the sky outside and added, "Now that summer has arrived, how about adding a locust leaf cold tea and a lotus flower crisp mountain?"
Since Xiaoyu had to worry about these trivial matters, he couldn't help much. He could only take care of Xiaoyu's diet and make her eat happily and contentedly, then he would be very happy.
Wen Yu paused upon hearing this and stopped on the stone steps, and Song Linsheng also stopped.
Wen Yu lifted the hem of her skirt slightly up two steps, so that her line of sight was level with Song Linsheng.
Occasionally, a breeze blew, lifting the ribbon in Wen Yu's hair and wrapping it around Song Linsheng's cheek.
He didn't even raise his hand to push it away, but just stood there quietly, waiting for Wen Yu's next words.
She silently thought of the black fish and the black chicken, and then asked aloud, "Do I have to choose one?"
Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment and replied, "Hmm?"
But he quickly realized what was happening, and replied with a smile on his lips: "All good, all good, let's make them and try them."
Wen Yu smiled with satisfaction, and it seemed as if clouds were flying on her cheeks, and the blush spread across her face, so brilliant.
Song Linsheng couldn't help but chuckle softly, then he lowered his head a little shyly.
But when he saw the overlapping hems of his and Wen Yu's skirts, pink and white, like clusters of blooming goose feather powder, so beautiful, his ears unconsciously became hot.
Powdery mildew is a famous flower, but it is best planted in spring and autumn.
Let’s find some flower seeds now, and plant them in autumn after summer. Next year, we can enjoy the flowers with Xiaoyu.
Song Linsheng was thinking in his mind, and the smile on his face deepened unconsciously.
Xiyan, who followed behind, coughed lightly and muttered softly, "If the young master and Miss Wen laugh in front of the door all afternoon, by the time night falls, I'm afraid there will be no black fish or black chicken left."
Whether it was herring or black-bone chicken, he had to go into the house and talk to the kitchen. If he just stood there at the door, the kitchen lady wouldn't know what to prepare, as she didn't have the ability to see or hear anything.
Song Linsheng stopped smiling, covered his face with his sleeves, coughed lightly, and said softly, "Wash the inkstone."
Wen Yu's smile immediately faded. She tightened the corners of her lips, trying not to raise them, and said to Song Linsheng sternly, "Then I'll go back to Guanwuyuan first."
"Well, drive slowly and watch your step." Song Linsheng nodded in agreement, and did not forget to give the advice.
I saw Wen Yu turn around and walk towards the mansion, until she stepped over the threshold and turned into the courtyard. The corners of her light pink clothes appeared and disappeared, hidden in the green.
Xiyan shook his head and said helplessly: "Come in, Master, we still have to go to the small kitchen."
Song Linsheng turned around and glanced at Xiyan without saying a word.
Xi Yan shrugged and jokingly said, "Why? Young Master, you're not going? Then how would I know what fish from the sky or birds from the water you want to eat?"
After saying this, Xiyan pretended to be in deep thought, then changed the subject, "Oh—it's not the young master who wants to eat, it's Madam Wen who wants to eat."
"Wash the inkstone!" Song Linsheng frowned and called out hurriedly, telling him to shut up in a panic.
He became more and more arrogant and kept saying inappropriate things.
Xiyan was unwilling to bow her head and listen to the lecture. Seeing that the young master was really angry, she quickly ran away and said, "I'll go tell the kitchen—"
The words were still spoken outside the door, but the person had already disappeared.
Song Linsheng shook his head helplessly, lifted his robe and walked towards the main gate.
For a moment, the sky in Guan'an Lane was clear and the breeze was gentle, and the previous tranquility was finally restored.
Guanwuyuan.
The scent of camphor is strong and the setting sun fills the ground.
Since the beginning of summer, the days have become longer. When Xiyan came to invite Wenyu to have dinner, Guanwu Courtyard was still covered with blue sky and green grass.
Wen Yu stretched and climbed up from the bed. The inner room was empty, and only the shouts of "washing the inkstone" came from the outer courtyard from far away.
I guess Xiyan dragged Azhu and Abai to help in the kitchen again.
Wen Yu lifted the brocade quilt and stood up, changing into a light blue dress. She gathered her black hair into a bun on both sides, leaving a strand of hair tied into a ring behind her ear and hanging on her shoulders. She looked very well-behaved and smart.
In the summer heat, it looks like a green lotus swaying in the wind.
When Xiyan's last cry fell to the ground, Wen Yu walked around the screen and opened the door, "Xiyan——"
Xiyan was just about to knock on the door when Wenyu suddenly called out, startling him. He was stunned for a long time before he stammering, "Madam Wen, the master said everything is ready. Please come to the front hall for dinner."
Wen Yu nodded, remembering the teasing Xi Yan had made to him at noon, and couldn't help but retort, "Is everything ready? Do you have any black fish or black chicken?"
She held onto the door frame with both hands, and seeing Xiyan looking around awkwardly, she felt extremely amused.
It's really karma. Who told Xiyanji to make fun of her?
"Of course there is, of course there is." Xiyan hurriedly took two steps forward to make room.
Wen Yu laughed enough before she reluctantly stopped laughing and walked towards the front hall.
Xiyan closed the door of the inner room behind him and hurriedly caught up with Wenyu.
"Has anyone gone to invite Yanzi?" Wen Yu asked.
She did not forget that neither the black carp nor the black chicken were the main dish of tonight's meal.
The important person today should be Yan Zi. If he is not here, no matter how many delicacies we have, they will be meaningless.
"I've already... I've asked Ayuan to invite him. Yanzi trusts Ayuan the most, so he will definitely come." Xiyan answered worriedly.
He believed in the young master and Madam Wen, but he didn't want to doubt Yanzi.
Hesitating between the two sides made him feel torn.
Wen Yu glanced at him and understood his thoughts.
"When Yanzi arrives later, you can take Ayuan back to eat with you. You don't have to stay in the front hall and worry about her."
"Madam Wen, I..." Xiyan hesitated and did not respond directly.
Wen Yu knew what he was thinking, so she promised, "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Yan Zi, and even if he is really possessed by an evil spirit, I won't let anything happen to your young master either."
"When everything is settled, I will tell you and Ayuan."
Xi Yan finally felt relieved and replied, "Okay, I'll listen to Madam Wen in everything."
He finally understood why the young master trusted Madam Wen so much. Madam Wen always spoke and acted in an inexplicable way that made people believe her.
Xiyan secretly glanced at Wenyu beside him, but... Madam Wen seemed to feel...novel about everything occasionally?
So, the two of them stopped talking and went all the way to the front hall.
Wen Yu stepped over the threshold and saw the mahogany round table where she had dined with Song Linsheng for the first time.
The table was covered with a light blue brocade tablecloth and various dishes were placed on it. Song Linsheng sat beside it, quietly waiting for Wen Yu to arrive.
Wen Yu pursed her lips. If only there weren't so many other things going on tonight, it would be nice for just her and Song Linsheng to have dinner together.
I wonder how pleasant it would be if I could get another pot of fruit wine.
"Xiaoyu, come and sit down." Song Linsheng raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and then stood up to greet Wenyu.
Wen Yu walked away gracefully, and in a few steps, she was beside Song Linsheng. "What do you want to eat today?"
She recalled the first time they had a meal together, when Song Linsheng had explained to her how to eat herring and how to pair it with other condiments like spring onions and autumn mustard.
At that time, she did not understand the etiquette and etiquette of dining in the human world, and just stared at Song Linsheng blankly.
But Song Linsheng neither laughed at her restraint nor pointed it out to embarrass her. He simply moved slowly, step by step, demonstrating to her so that she could follow without being too deliberate.
Wen Yu raised the corners of her lips and smiled with satisfaction.
Eating at the same table could indeed quickly bring two people closer together. She hoped that tonight, she and Song Linsheng could also get closer to Yan Zi, so that they could find out the relationship between Yan Zi and Erlang of the Wen family clearly.
Song Linsheng pulled out the table and chairs for Wen Yu, helped her sit down, and then chuckled softly, "Today's dishes include a three-juice braised herring, a black-bone chicken stewed with codonopsis, a five-spice pigeon soup, a plate of sweet and sour lotus root, drunken crab and sashimi, and a cold cucumber salad. Finally, we'll have the locust leaf cold noodles and lotus root pastry I mentioned to you."
Wen Yu leaned down, rested her chin on the cloth on the table, and stared at the Handansu Mountain in front of her with her bright almond eyes.
She originally thought that the Lotus Pastry Mountain was something rare and she had never heard of it. But when she saw it, she found that it was actually a lotus petal base placed on a plate, with a small mountain of light white cream on top, and some ice chips mixed in the middle, giving off a hint of coolness.
The sweet scent of cream and the freshness of lotus leaves mix together, exuding a deep and lingering aroma, and the coolness of the ice chips does not seem cloying at all.
Wen Yu sniffed lightly, and finally took a deep breath, her nose filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Seeing Wen Yu's playful face, Song Linsheng couldn't help but curl his lips. He raised his hand to set the table for Wen Yu, "These Sophora japonica leaves and lotus root cakes are both cold foods. You can have some as a snack after dinner."
Wen Yu nodded and quickly agreed, "Of course, of course."
She is not greedy, she is not a greedy cat.
Having said that, Wen Yu still couldn't help licking the corner of her lips. She had tasted chicken, duck, fish and meat, but she had never tasted Huaiye Lengtao and Handan Sushan because of the season.
I am indeed a little... a little greedy.
Wen Yu rested her chin on the table, shaking her head from side to side, and her bun swayed with it, emitting the fragrance of her combed hair.
It smells like jasmine.
Song Linsheng thought to himself.
The faint fragrance lingered at the tip of Song Linsheng's nose, slowly eroding his mind.
Song Linsheng paused, and the spoon hit the edge of the bowl, making a crisp "ding" sound.
In the silent front hall, the crisp sound was like the chirping of insects outside the house. The stillness made the sound more moving, making it more distinct.
For a moment, Song Linsheng and Wen Yu stopped moving. They sat at the dinner table more upright than the students sitting at their desks in the classroom.
Until a burst of cheerful footsteps sounded——
"Ayuan, what delicious food have you made today?"
Song Linsheng and Wen Yu exchanged a glance. They were not unfamiliar with the visitor.
It was Yanzi's voice.
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