Chapter 158: "How about visiting Wen's house at night?"
Ah Zhu was beaming with joy, just as happy as she usually was when she saw the candied haws.
But Wen Yu didn't bring any candied haws today. Wen Yu squatted down to keep her eyes level with Ah Zhu, "Ah Zhu Zhu, Sister Wen brought some fresh fish, shall we make some soup?"
"Great!" Ah Yuan, who was a step behind, caught up and responded crisply, "Sister Wen, Brother Song."
Song Linsheng smiled warmly, his eyes gentle. He nodded in response, then raised his sleeve and gently stroked Ayuan's shoulder. "Ayuan, can you study hard today?"
Ah Yuan nodded repeatedly and happily agreed, "Yes! Mr. Zhou taught me a lot."
"Okay, stop standing there and go play in the garden for a while." Shen Sheng stepped forward and called out, evacuating the children.
The students had been with Shen Sheng for a long time and listened to his words, so they ran away immediately.
"Madam Wen, Master Song, please sit down for a moment. The school hasn't hired a cook yet. I'll go and cook. You can also walk around and feel free to do as you please."
This was originally a school funded by Lord Song. It would be bad if it made Lord Song feel constrained.
Xiyan looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so he said, "Then I'll go get the basket of fresh fish from the cart."
After saying that, Xiyan and Shensheng went about their business, leaving Wenyu and Song Linsheng standing still.
Wen Yu looked around and saw that everyone had disappeared without a trace, not even a scrap of clothing was left. She turned to Song Linsheng and raised an eyebrow, "So, shall we really go for a walk?"
Song Linsheng smiled, his eyes slightly curved, "It's an honor."
Shaded by green bamboos and passing clouds, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng strolled leisurely in the garden among the overlapping mottled shadows of the trees and the sound of the gentle wind, watching the falling flowers.
What a perfect match, they look like characters in an ancient painting.
Shuqian Street, Guan'an Lane, Song Residence.
It was not until the sun was setting, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and all the birds had returned to their nests that Wen Yu and Song Linsheng said goodbye to Shen Sheng and turned back from Mingde School.
The wheels rolled from the north of the Yangtze River all the way back to the south of the Yangtze River, until the two people in the car were drowsy, and the "whoosh" sound of Xiyan driving the car finally rang out.
The carriage that stopped at the sound swayed, and Wen Yu's hand that was supporting her chin also slipped. The huge fright made her sleepy eyes finally come back to her senses and she became a little more awake.
Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and handed over the tea so that Wen Yu could drink it to clear her mouth.
Wen Yu took the tea and spoke lazily to Xi Yan outside, "Xi Yan, are you here yet?"
"Yes, Madam Wen, we have arrived at the gate of the mansion." Xiyan responded, his voice a little tired due to the long journey.
After Wen Yu finished drinking, Song Linsheng took the teacup from Wen Yu's hand and put it aside, and asked softly, "Get off, Xiaoyu."
The voice was as light as a feather and thinner than mist, as if afraid of startling Wen Yu.
Wen Yu nodded with heavy eyelids. The warm tea did not make her more awake. Instead, she wanted to go back to Guanwuyuan and fall into a deep sleep on the soft couch.
In the afternoon, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were playing some extracurricular activities with A Yuan and the others at Mingde School. They played with the students for the entire afternoon, going in and out without stopping for a moment.
Ayuan and Azhu are young and lively. In addition, the school is full of playmates of similar age, so they are more relaxed.
Until Wenyu stepped out of the threshold of Mingde School, Azhu was still reluctantly pulling Wenyu's sleeve and asking her when she would go again.
Wen Yu dragged her body through fatigue and aches, her face stiff from smiling, and could only reply that it would be when Ah Zhu had reached the third lecture.
She remembered that when Mr. Zhou left, he said that she was teaching the second lesson today?
That would be just right for the third lecture.
Wen Yu was extremely impressed by A Yuan and A Zhu's vigorous energy. She thought back to when she was making a fuss in the Spring Temple, causing Chi Huangjun and her master no peace. But now, compared with A Yuan and A Zhu, she was probably still inferior.
"Yeah." Wen Yu responded lazily, and then, supported by Song Linsheng, they lifted the curtain and walked out.
Xiyanchu was standing in front of the carriage, holding the reins, waiting for his master and mistress Wen with an innocent look on his face.
Song Linsheng raised his eyebrows and gestured to Xiyan, "What are you looking at? Why don't you go get the sedan chair?"
"Huh?" Xi Yan was slightly stunned and asked in confusion, "What?"
Then he suddenly reacted, dropped the reins with one hand, turned around and went to the rear of the carriage to find the sedan chair, and placed it neatly in front of the carriage.
He was really distracted today. He was so used to seeing Madam Wen taking the young master flying up and down that he forgot about getting out of the sedan chair.
Xiyan's cheeks turned slightly red, and he touched the tip of his nose somewhat embarrassedly.
Song Linsheng supported Wen Yu, and with the help of Xiyan, the two of them walked down from the car.
As soon as he landed, a small black shadow rushed out from the mansion gate at a high speed, and before Song Linsheng and Wen Yu could see it clearly, it rushed in front of them.
"Why are you back just now? You've been at school all day!" The man said in a voice that sounded like anger, and then continued, "I was told to wait for you."
Wen Yu half leaned on Song Linsheng, and almost all the strength in her body was drained away. She didn't even bother to lift her eyelids before she knew who the voice in front of her was.
"Yanzi," Wen Yu waved her hands weakly, "Can you at least let me take a breath?"
Song Linsheng nodded and chuckled, "Yanzi, when did you come back?"
Yan Zi wasn't really angry to begin with, so when Song Linsheng asked, she answered honestly, "I came back early this morning, but I didn't expect you to leave so quickly and took the wrong road."
As a result, he missed the opportunity and wasted the whole day in the mansion, but there was no sign of Wen Yu returning.
Originally, he wanted to go to the school to look for someone, but the matter was of great importance, and it seemed inconvenient to bring it up in the school.
After much thought, I had no choice but to wait in the mansion.
He pursed his lips, wondering why Wen Yu and Song Linsheng left so quickly. It seemed that they didn't care much about his brother's illness.
Wen Yu immediately begged for mercy upon hearing this, "Okay, okay, Master Yanzi, I was wrong today. How about I compensate you with two herrings?"
Anyway, it was Song Linsheng who provided the funds, Song Bo who did the shopping, washed the inkstone and cooked, and she just had to speak up. It would be a waste not to do this favor.
Seeing this, Song Linsheng quickly chimed in, following Wen Yu's words and saying, "Add two more cups of Han Dan Su Shan."
Yan Zi frowned, puffing out her cheeks. Although she was delighted in her heart, her face showed a look of disapproval. "Three, three..."
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng exchanged a glance, both smiling. She raised her hand and patted Yan Zi's shoulder, "Deal!"
"Come in quickly, Uncle Song has prepared dinner!" Yan Zi stepped aside to make way for the mansion, motioning Wen Yu and Song Linsheng to go inside.
If you don't come back, I'm afraid Uncle Song will have to withdraw and do it again.
"Okay, okay." Wen Yu responded with a smile. She took Song Linsheng's hand and walked up the stone steps towards the mansion gate.
The previous tiredness and exhaustion were swept away, and Yanzi's appearance made the atmosphere more interesting. The mansion has been very lively recently, which is better than before when there were only her and Song Linsheng.
"Didn't Ayuan come back with you today?" Yanzi asked curiously.
He stretched his neck and looked back, as if he wanted to see through the carriage with the curtain closed.
But the wind died down, and the door curtain remained silent, without even the slightest movement.
There was obviously no one else in the car.
Song Linsheng nodded gently, "Ayuan still has homework today. From now on, she will live with the teacher in the hall and only come back to the mansion on her days off."
"What?" Yan Zi's voice was like thunder. He seemed to have heard something extraordinary. "You only come back when you're resting?"
"What kind of homework is so difficult to study?" Yan Zi asked, "Can't you just not study?"
"Hmm..." Wen Yu pondered for a moment and was not in a hurry to answer Yanzi's question. She rolled her eyes and fixed her gaze on Yanzi.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Zi was talking excitedly, but when she saw Wen Yu looking at her, she immediately hugged her arms and blocked him in front of her.
This woman must have bad intentions.
In front of her was Sister Wen, but behind her was a big monster whose origin was unknown.
The huge difference in their cultivation levels made Yan Zi feel a sense of fear when she saw Wen Yu. If she spoke directly, it would be fine, but she was afraid that she would remain silent like she was now.
He must be planning something bad!
Song Linsheng glanced at Wen Yu out of the corner of his eye and paused.
Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't do anything that would be detrimental to Yanzi. She was silent now, but she was just thinking about something else.
Therefore, Song Linsheng was not in a hurry and did not ask Wen Yu.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu took in Yan Zi's expression, including the fear and anxiety hidden beneath his surface.
Is she really that scary?
Wen Yu stopped teasing him and said, "Of course it's impossible not to study, but from what you said, you haven't been to Mingde School yet?"
Today I heard from Shen Sheng that the school has been in operation for some time and the students have even reached the second lecture of the text.
But Yanzi's words sounded as if she had never been to school.
"I, I." Yan Zi hesitated and began to stammer, "I..."
Seeing this, Xiyan, who was standing by, immediately stopped in front of Yanzi and explained, "To answer Madam Wen's question, hasn't Yanzi been feeling well recently? So you asked him to go back to school a few days later."
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing when she saw Xi Yan's protective look on his face. Why didn't she realize that Xi Yan had such a side to him when she first met him?
She hadn't asked this question to embarrass Yanzi. After hearing Xiyan's explanation, she nodded and continued, "Yanzi, did you hear that? Your brother Xiyan meant to study a few days later, not to not study at all."
Wen Yu looked Yan Zi up and down, chuckled, and asked, "Are you feeling well now?"
The truth about Yanzi's illness had already been revealed at dinner time last night, and was clearly laid out before Wenyu and Song Linsheng.
When she asked this, Yanzi had no need to deny it.
Yanzi had lost most of her interest. She originally wanted to make Ayuan and the others feel more relaxed, but now she not only failed to gain anything but also got herself involved.
He pursed his lips and replied weakly, "Yes, it's all right now."
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, with a helpless expression.
He knew what Xiaoyu was thinking. Yanzi and Ayuan were still so young, and it was impossible for them not to study.
even if……
Song Linsheng pursed his lips, afraid that he would laugh out loud.
Even if Yanzi is the Great Poplar Immortal, he cannot be an illiterate Great Poplar Immortal.
Thinking of this, Song Linsheng did not speak out in support, but just watched silently to see what Wen Yu was going to say next.
Wenyu had anticipated Yanzi's answer from the beginning, and when she finally heard it, she said naturally, "Then pack up and go to Mingde Academy tomorrow to study with Ayuan and the others."
It is always beneficial to learn something, such as being able to read and understand things through reading.
Even if it is a demon, it will definitely benefit from it.
"Ah?" Although Yan Zi had been prepared, she was still a little unhappy after hearing Wen Yu's words. "Go tomorrow? Do we have to rush like this?"
When is reading a book not reading?
Ayuan and the others are mortal beings with only a few decades to live, so naturally they should study hard early in order to achieve fame and success.
But as a poplar tree demon, even if he has only practiced for a short time and has low Taoism, he can still live for at least three to five hundred years. Why should he rush to study hard?
He held Xiyan's sleeve with one hand behind his back and gently pulled it where Wen Yu couldn't see.
"Can you, can you give me a few more days?" Yanzi's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she looked at Song Linsheng beside her.
Song Linsheng saw that his eyes were full of sincerity, mixed with obvious struggle, and it seemed that he really didn't want to go to school.
Since that’s the case, why not say a few words for him.
But before Song Linsheng could finish his words, he heard Wen Yu turn towards Yan Zi and say lightly, "Hmm?"
The sound was extremely light and faint, and clearly had no special meaning, but when it fell into Yanzi's ears, it had a terrifying taste.
He couldn't help but shrink back, leaning against the inkstone, and hurriedly replied: "I'll go, I'll go! I'll go tomorrow!"
Wen Yu frowned and looked over Yan Zi's shoulder at the dining room behind him.
How come we were already in the dining room so quickly after just a few moments of conversation?
If she hadn't seen it before, she wouldn't have noticed it, but once she saw it, she could smell the aroma of the food coming straight to her nose.
Black carp in tomato sauce, stuffed eggs with meatballs, drunken crab with Huadiao wine, and lotus crispy mountain.
Various dishes almost appeared in front of Wen Yu's eyes, and the mixed aroma pulled her nerves.
Wen Yu was distracted and misunderstood what Yan Zi said.
She narrowed her eyes, raised her foot and moved closer to Yan Zi, "Hmm?"
She didn't hear what Yanzi said just now.
But her action only resulted in Yan Zi's continuous retreat.
Yanzi took several quick steps and retreated behind Xiyan, with only half of her head exposed.
"Hey—Madam Wen, Madam Wen!" Xiyan was busy protecting Yanzi, blocking her with her own body, "Don't hit the child before dinner!"
Xiyan obviously noticed that they had arrived in the dining room. He raised his sleeve and pointed behind him, signaling to Wenyu.
Compared with Yanzi and Xiyan, Song Linsheng and Wenyu were much calmer.
Wen Yu had no idea what Yan Zi and Xi Yan were talking about. She turned around and looked at Song Linsheng in confusion, asking him a question with her eyes.
Song Linsheng's eyebrows and expression were calm, with only a faint smile on his lips that could not be concealed.
He stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wen Yu, explaining softly, "It's nothing. The dining room is just ahead. Let's go there quickly so as not to keep Mr. Song waiting."
Wen Yu had no doubts, nodded obediently, and looked at Xi Yan and Yan Zi strangely.
Seeing that she really didn't ask any further questions, Yanzi ran away as if relieved, and instantly rushed into the dining room.
Xiyan looked at the figure that disappeared behind him in a flash, and couldn't help but stand there in a daze, laughing in silence.
This Yanzi is really a little kid with a big heart, a living Bodhisattva. She is a hundred times more difficult to deal with than Ayuan and Azhu.
No, it’s a thousand times, more than a thousand times.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng smiled at each other, then slowly followed. She had not forgotten what she had told Yan Zi last night.
A moment later, with the busy work of Song Bo and Xi Yan, the meal in the dining room was finally set.
Tonight's dishes include a dish of drunken crab in Huadiao sauce, a dish of black carp in tomato sauce, three dishes of raw black carp in different flavors, a bowl of stuffed eggs with meatballs, a plate of Sichuan pepper in vinegar sauce, and a few appetizers and lotus root pastry.
Song Linsheng looked up at the meatballs stuffed with eggs in front of him, and remembered what Ayuan had said yesterday, "This meatballs stuffed with eggs is Ayuan's favorite, but it's a bit unfortunate that he's not coming back from school today."
It was still early today, and when they left, Ayuan still had an evening class to attend, so perhaps he had just finished class not long ago.
"Wash the inkstone..." Song Linsheng's eyes turned and he made a calculation.
"Hey, sir." Xi Yan responded and took a step forward, waiting beside Song Linsheng and awaiting instructions.
But at this moment, Song Bo, who was busy at the side, stopped and replied, "Don't worry, Second Young Master. I sent someone to deliver it to the school when it was out of the pot earlier. Ah Yuan might have eaten it by now. Second Young Master, just enjoy your meal in peace!"
Uncle Song's face was full of joy as he had prepared a lot of food today.
After hearing that Ayuan and the others would be studying in the school from now on, they were sent there early. Not only Ayuan, but everyone in the school would have a chance.
A hint of surprise flashed across Song Linsheng's eyes, but after thinking about it, he didn't find it strange.
Uncle Song has always been meticulous and thoughtful. He used to take care of the two brothers Song Shuangcheng and Song Linsheng in this way when they were children. His thoroughness and care are unmatched by others.
It is really nothing surprising that Mr. Song, such a man, would think of delivering a meal to the students in the school.
"Okay." Song Linsheng nodded and replied softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Song."
"Second Young Master, what are you talking about?" Uncle Song refilled the tea for rinsing his mouth, then tidied himself up and left.
Xi Yan looked around and saw that only his young master, Madam Wen, and Yan Zi were left in the room. Thinking about what happened last night, he took the initiative to say, "Then I will leave first. Young master, please call me if you need anything."
He is not the kind of person who is so tactless. The young master and Madam Wen must have something to say to Yanzi, so he should leave as soon as possible.
Having said that, Xiyan turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
With the slight sound of the door closing, Yanzi's shoulders shrugged, and the calmness that came naturally when he sat down just now disappeared, replaced by cautiousness with his head locked.
Wen Yu walked around the dining table and finally sat down opposite Song Linsheng and next to Yan Zi.
The seating arrangement was very different from last night; things had changed.
"Great Immortal Baiyang?" Wen Yu asked teasingly, "Did you gain anything today?"
Wen Yu picked up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks and dipped it in Yanzi's favorite chopped pepper, then placed it in Yanzi's bowl.
Her concerned eyes fell into Yanzi's eyes, and became a measure to test the results of his actions.
Yanzi fiddled with the chopsticks beside her with one hand, feeling itchy in her heart and wanting to put the raw green fish into her mouth right then and there.
The aroma of chopped pepper mixed with the sweetness of fish meat, you can imagine its rich layers and varied taste before you even put it in your mouth.
Just thinking about Wen Yu's smiling eyes, Yan Zi swallowed her saliva, but ultimately did not move.
Yanzi lowered her hands, placed them politely on her knees, and answered honestly, "Yes, there are some, but not many."
"Hmm?" Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and glanced at Song Linsheng opposite her.
What does this mean by some, but not much?
Wen Yu turned around, propped up her chin and looked at Yan Zi. Then she picked up her chopsticks and put another piece of drunken crab on his plate, motioning him to continue. "What do you mean?"
Upon hearing this, Yanzi reached out and fumbled in his arms for a while, and after a long time he took out a wrinkled piece of rice paper. He took it from Ayuan's bookcase. He had kept it in his arms for a whole day, and the original pattern could no longer be recognized.
Wen Yu was stunned, looking at the paper in front of her -
It's dark and full of ink stains.
She took it hesitantly and then spread it out on the table.
There are horizontal and diagonal lines of varying thicknesses on it, crisscrossing each other, and it is impossible to make out the meaning.
It is obvious at first glance that the author has a problem controlling the strength of the brush, sometimes it is light, sometimes it is heavy, and it moves erratically from side to side.
Wen Yu felt a pang in her heart, as it was just like the strokes she used when she first started writing.
But Wen Yu would not admit this in front of Yan Zi. She coughed lightly and then asked, "Yan Zi, what are you..."
Yan Zi's eyes were full of innocence. After hearing Wen Yu's words, he couldn't help but frown. He glanced at the map on the table and answered as a matter of course: "The topographic map of the Wen family!"
Wen Yu almost choked on her own saliva and started coughing uncontrollably. She quickly picked up the teacup and took a gulp.
"Topographic map?" Wen Yu looked at the ball of ink in front of him in silence.
If you say it is an ink painting of water lilies, she would be willing to believe it to some extent.
Wen Family Topographic Map...
A bony hand reached out, pinched a corner of the "topographic map", and then lifted it up and took it away.
It’s Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu looked over following the movement of the hand. Song Linsheng held the blueprint in front of him with both hands, examining it carefully with a frown.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and looked at the drawings one by one, sketching out a rough outline in his mind. However, this outline did not seem to correspond to the house at all. He could not tell how many courtyards there were, or what kind of landscape arrangements there were.
After a moment of silence, Song Linsheng returned the drawing to its original position.
Even if he knew calligraphy from hundreds of masters, he still couldn't tell which style Yan Zi belonged to.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other, and both saw the not-so-hidden helplessness in each other's eyes.
Wen Yu thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Yanzi, do you think we have any other information besides this map?"
She didn't count on the topographic map, she just hoped that Yan Zi's extraordinary mind could remember some other valuable information.
"What!" Xi Yan, who had been concentrating on the sashimi covered with chopped peppers on the plate, jumped up immediately when he heard Wen Yu's words, and his eyes of disbelief fell on Wen Yu and Song Linsheng the next moment.
"Um, this..." Wen Yu hesitated, thinking about how to put it so as not to hurt Yan Zi's feelings.
She had said long ago that Yanzi should go to school with Ayuan to read some books, practice calligraphy, and gain more knowledge.
It would have been fine if Xiyan hadn't given any advice, but he actually joined in the discussion.
Oh my God!
The importance of being able to read and write and to master writing is fully demonstrated at this moment.
If Yanzi had been able to join Ayuan and the others a few days earlier, even if she had learned a few strokes, the talismans she would have drawn today would probably not be as awful as these.
When Song Linsheng saw Yan Zi slamming the table and standing up, his heart tightened immediately. He held the Qingsu jade pendant at his waist in his hand, and his strength increased instantly, almost crushing the jade pendant.
No matter how much Yan Zi is a "child", she only has the appearance of a child. Inside this body is a poplar tree demon that has no real face.
If he is angered, it will be detrimental to Wen Yu.
Song Linsheng's mind turned, and he immediately stood up and walked between Wen Yu and Yan Zi, separating them.
He didn't have any good solution, but in the absolutely dangerous situation, he could at least stand in front of Xiaoyu.
"Yanzi?" Song Linsheng called softly.
This sound is both a call and a test.
The tense atmosphere seemed to be about to be ignited at the next moment, but Yan Zi glanced at Song Linsheng after hearing the words and felt speechless.
Song Linsheng's posture clearly indicated that he was afraid of a conflict between him and Wen Yu, so he hurried forward to stop him.
There was a "clang" sound, and Yanzi sat back on the table.
How could he be so presumptuous?
Wen Yu's cultivation was far superior to his. Wouldn't a head-on confrontation be like hitting a rock with an egg? He couldn't even properly make up his face, so how could he possibly do anything to a demon like Wen Yu?
Yan Zi's strange eyes swept across Song Linsheng, and then turned back and forth to Wen Yu's face.
Song Linsheng wouldn't think that Wen Yu is a weak woman who can't even tie a chicken, right?
Oh my god, what kind of people are in this room? I wish I had starved to death in this dilapidated temple!
"You..." Yan Zi looked at Song Linsheng angrily, then thought of Wen Yu beside her, and changed her words, "You two mortals, what do you know?"
Yanzi grabbed the Wen family map spread out on the table and looked at it for a moment.
Ordinary people! Ordinary people! They couldn't understand the topographical map he had painstakingly drawn.
In this case, we have to use some extraordinary power.
"Look carefully, I'll show you what the Great Immortal Baiyang is."
Yan Zi curled the corners of his lips. Wen Yu, this woman, always jokingly called him the Great Immortal Bai Yang, so he would let them see the real ability of the Great Immortal Bai Yang.
Wen Yuqiang forced a smile and turned hesitantly to look at Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng placed one hand gently on Wen Yu's shoulder and shook his head at her.
Wen Yu fell silent, and together with Song Linsheng, they focused their attention on Yan Zi.
Yanzi stretched out two fingers and waved them on the paper twice, muttering to herself, "Paper and pen from all directions, follow my wishes. The true meaning of the picture will be revealed in its full form!"
After singing a few lines, Yanzi's forehead was already covered with sweat.
But... the paper with the map of the Wen family drawn on it didn't move at all, without any change at all.
Even the wind refused to match, and was too proud to enter the house.
What's going on? Yanzi stared at the handwriting she had drawn in front of her, but it didn't obey her at all.
He originally wanted to use the projection of his thoughts to control the brush and ink, so that it could transform into the appearance he saw last night and appear directly in front of Wen Yu and Song Linsheng.
A house is a house, a garden is a garden.
That way you won't misunderstand his writing style.
But why did it suddenly fail?
Yanzi was sweating nervously and didn't dare to look at Wen Yu and Song Linsheng.
Isn't he just asking to make a fool of himself?
"Yeah, I wasn't ready just now. Let's do it again, let's do it again." Yanzi explained while waving two fingers and singing the words she had just recited again.
Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng next to him. Both of them were silent, and no one spoke to break the peace that Yan Zi had worked so hard to maintain.
But the topographic map on the table still showed no signs of change.
Wen Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Zi's fingertips. He didn't know how he practiced. Such a simple illusion, which was the lowest level spell, could make things good today and bad tomorrow.
"The last, last time." Yan Zi stammered, trying to save the situation. This was the last chance he gave himself, and also the last chance for him to save his own face.
Then Yanzi continued to recite the transformation spell.
Wen Yu chose the right time, and as his fingers hidden in his sleeves flew, a barely perceptible green light shot straight towards Yan Zi's fingertips.
Just give him a hand.
He was also trying to help himself and Song Linsheng.
There was a loud "bang", like a star exploded by flames.
The drawings on the table floated up in a green cloud and folded together in the blink of an eye.
When it was unfolded again, layers of flying and connected eaves broke through the paper, and the towering houses and elegant corridors appeared vividly before everyone's eyes.
"It's done!" Yanzi suddenly raised her voice, shouting in joy and surprise.
Use the virtual to transform the real, and use objects to reveal objects.
Wen Yu pursed her lips and smiled when she saw this. Yan Zi was quite smart.
She was just lending him some magic power, and how he used it was entirely up to him.
He is a good candidate for having such an idea.
Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and she planned to accept Yan Zi as her disciple and teach her personally when she founded her own sect and had her own temple.
Before she ascended to heaven, she had already dreamed of taking in a disciple.
Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he tried his best to suppress it.
He could accept the beautiful fantasies of gods and immortals, and could acknowledge the real existence of fairies and ghosts, but when the real magic appeared before his eyes, he still felt extremely shocked and even a little dazed.
Yan Zi glanced proudly at Wen Yu and Song Linsheng's expressions, and said with a smug look, "See, I said this is the Wen family's topographic map, right?"
Wen Yu pursed her lips and said nothing. After hearing what Yan Zi said, she raised her hands and patted them lightly, as if she had never seen such a scene before.
Song Linsheng has always been very supportive. As long as Xiaoyu is willing to do something, why not let him join in?
Immediately afterwards, Song Linsheng also started to applaud.
Yan Zi grew more and more proud amidst the applause, his chin almost raised to the sky. He pointed at the Wen family compound and said one by one: "This is the front gate. There are two side gates here. There are twelve squads of guards from here to here."
"Team 12?" Song Linsheng was very surprised and asked in a louder voice, "Guards?"
He knew that the Wen family compound was a famous classical building in Jiangbei, and the Wen family members living there were a wealthy family that had accumulated wealth for generations, but the twelve squads of guards were indeed rare.
It can even be said that it is very rare.
I just don’t know if this situation is normal or if it’s caused by Wen Jia Dalang’s illness.
Yan Zi nodded and replied, "Yes, they change shifts every two hours. The guards will relax a little during the shift change."
Wen Yu frowned. She had heard Song Linsheng say that the Wen family was a wealthy family, but now that she had seen with her own eyes the Wen family compound that Yan Zi had conjured up, she finally had a new understanding of the word "wealth".
Yanzi pointed a finger and drew a circle around a courtyard, emphasizing, "This innermost courtyard is extremely secluded, nestled amidst a sea of rosy clouds. The rosy clouds are extremely disturbing when they sway in the wind. This must be to prevent prying eyes."
Wen Yu's thoughts turned, and she turned her head to look at Yan Zi, "Are you saying that the courtyard nestled among the flowers is the Wen family's eldest son's?"
Song Linsheng's eyes moved at the sound, and he looked at Yan Zi very intently.
Under the expectant gaze of Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, Yan Zi nodded affirmatively, verifying their guess.
"Yes, I have sneaked in to investigate, and it is indeed the eldest son of the Wen family who lives there." Yan Zi paused, and added a little embarrassedly, "That is, my brother."
"But for some reason, even though he was clearly ill, he didn't have any servants to take care of him. Wen Yanli was the only one in the entire courtyard."
Yanzi was a little confused. Normally, if the only son in the family got sick with sores, headaches or fever, shouldn't there be a crowd of people taking care of him, with a lot of doctors and physicians, for fear that something might go wrong?
Why would the Wen family leave my brother alone in that yard?
Is it possible to just let it fend for itself?
Although the yard is secluded, it is also remote, making it inconvenient to do anything.
But it is convenient for one thing——
Get information.
Yanzi recalled what she had seen last night. After going through it in her mind, she tried to describe it in the most accurate terms possible.
"Then you can see the eldest son of the Wen family." Wen Yu then asked, "Oh no, can you see your brother?"
Although Song Linsheng didn't say anything, he stared at Yan Zi closely, waiting for his answer.
"I saw him." Yanzi replied affirmatively, "He...is not in good condition."
Yan Zi pondered for a moment, "Brother seems to be crazy, but it doesn't seem like ordinary dementia."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng beside her. Crazy but not dementia?
"What do you mean?" Song Linsheng asked softly.
"Hmm..." Yan Zi pondered for a moment and replied, "When I was wandering the streets, I saw countless idiots. Most of them were slow to react and unable to speak."
Having said this, Yan Zi changed the subject.
"But my brother was moving normally, speaking clearly, and even saying something... but he spoke too quickly and sobbed, so I couldn't hear clearly."
"But there's no one in the courtyard. He's just talking to himself."
That is for sure.
Judging from the situation in my brother's residence now, I'm afraid not even a mosquito can fly in.
Wen Yu nodded, she believed that every word Yan Zi said was true.
But she was thinking that when Mrs. Wen mentioned Wen Yanli that day, she was in tears and her eyes were blurred. When she said that he was the only son in the family, her face was full of reluctance and concern.
But now he has left his beloved son in a remote courtyard, ignored and unattended?
This is unusual.
Unless, Mrs. Wen's action can benefit her only son, Wen Yanli, the eldest son of the Wen family.
Wen Yu thought about it and came to only one conclusion.
If Madam Wen's love for Wen Yanli is real, and if it is true that Dalang of the Wen family suddenly fell ill, then perhaps Madam Wen arranged Dalang of the Wen family's courtyard to be so secluded in order to prevent others from seeing Wen Yanli's "illness".
This is also the reason why Mrs. Wen insisted on inviting Wen Yu to "come to the house for a chat". Only by entering the Wen family compound could Mrs. Wen reveal the illness of the eldest son of the Wen family to others.
What disease did he have...
"His actions are normal, and his speech is clear." Song Linsheng muttered to himself, "It doesn't seem to match what Madam Wen said yesterday."
Wen Yu nodded, confirming Song Linsheng's statement, and also expressed her own guess, "Perhaps, the eldest son of the Wen family is sometimes good and sometimes bad...it's hard to say."
Song Linsheng turned to look at Yanzi, the only person who had seen the eldest son of the Wen family in person.
"Yanzi, do you remember anything else?"
Yanzi frowned. In fact, he had a guess early on, but he had never said it out loud.
But he didn't dare to hide it, especially when he thought of the deceased Yanzi, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"I think..." Yan Zi said, pondering over it again and again, "I think an evil spirit has entered my brother's body, which is why he has caused such trouble."
When Wen Yu heard the word "evil spirit," he immediately became restless. "Evil spirit? Have you ever seen its true form?"
Yan Zi shook her head, changing her usual unreliable demeanor, and answered cautiously, "If he's not possessed, then I'm mistaken."
"But if he was possessed by an evil spirit, then the evil spirit that entered his body must be very powerful and far-reaching..."
Yan Zi looked at Wen Yu in front of her, stopped what she was about to say, and then turned her eyes away to look at Song Linsheng who was sitting beside her.
"Far above... me." Yan Zi knew his own worth. He was afraid that any old ox picked up from the field would have a higher level of understanding than him.
Even if Wen Yu went, it would be useless.
It was not an evil spirit that he and Wen Yu could fight against.
"I couldn't see any clues, but I clearly felt that there was something in the yard." Yanzi recalled carefully, it was an oppressive and extremely crazy feeling.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.
Thinking of this, Yan Zi couldn't help but shudder, and then looked at Wen Yu for help.
Wen Yu nodded. She had never thought about being possessed by an evil spirit.
but……
Wen Yu glanced at Yan Zi beside him.
However, since Yanzi's body and appearance were taken away by a tree demon, it is also possible that Wen Yanli, the eldest son of the Wen family, would be possessed by some other evil spirit.
Song Linsheng, who had been silent the whole time, quietly observed Wen Yu's expression. Seeing that she had also calmed down, he couldn't help but ask softly, "Xiaoyu, is there any way to save her?"
Wen Yu pondered for a moment, nodded, then shook his head. "These are just our guesses. I don't know if he's suffering from a common illness or if he's going crazy and stupid due to an evil spirit possessing him."
"I need to visit him in person when the time comes to diagnose and treat him."
Song Linsheng nodded, Xiaoyu's arrangement was the most appropriate.
Don't follow blindly, and don't jump to conclusions.
"Didn't Ken tell me to go see him first? Are you planning on going so early?" Yan Zi asked doubtfully, "Are you really planning to wait until the house call to see him?"
Wouldn't that be a waste of his efforts? Moreover, it would be detrimental to his brother's condition.
Every day you spend carries with it a risk.
Even Yanzi himself didn't realize that he had actually treated Wen Yanli, the eldest son of the Wen family, as his own brother, and was worried and concerned about him.
Wen Yu puffed out his cheeks, frowned, and thought, "There is another way, but I wonder if your brother Song is willing to go with me."
Yan Zi's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately turned to look at Song Linsheng.
Those eyes flickered so brightly that no one could resist. Song Linsheng chuckled and shook his head, but he agreed, "I'm happy to. Tell me about it."
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect Song Linsheng to agree so quickly.
She recalled how she had pulled Song Linsheng to squat in the corner during the day. At that time, Song Linsheng's face was white and rosy, like the red persimmons hanging on the branches in autumn.
A man who would be embarrassed like this actually agreed to go with her without asking a single question.
Wen Yu pretended to be relaxed and stared at Song Linsheng, revealing a teasing smile, and answered word by word:
"How about visiting Wen's house at night?"
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