Chapter 16: A True Gentleman Blindfolds His Eyes and Applying Medicine to the Wounds “Then don’t forget it.”…
Wen Yu was concentrating on listening to Song Linsheng's words, but she didn't realize that the second half of the sentence was asking her to go treat her injuries first. Wen Yu pouted and followed Uncle Song and the doctor.
"Then don't forget it!"
Song Linsheng followed closely behind and said with a smile: "I can't forget it! I can't forget it!"
Song Linsheng led Wen Yu to the inner room, and then he and Uncle Song retreated behind the screen to wait. The doctor took Wen Yu's pulse and examined his injuries, and came out from behind the screen after a while.
"Is there any vital injury?" Song Linsheng hurried forward and asked the doctor about Wen Yu's injury.
Although there was a screen between them, Wen Yu could still hear the doctor's report to Song Linsheng in the inner room, saying that there was nothing serious, mostly skin injuries, and he would prescribe some ointment to apply and just rest.
This rest can be fast or slow, Wen Yu thought.
After several conversations, Wen Yu heard footsteps gradually fading away. It was probably Uncle Song sending the doctor out.
But he couldn't tell whether Song Linsheng had gone out with him. No one spoke, and the room fell silent for a moment.
"Song Linsheng?"
Wen Yu tentatively opened his mouth and called out, but no one answered.
Wen Yu sat up from the couch, wondering whether she should go out and take a look. As she was getting up, Song Linsheng's voice suddenly came from behind the screen, and the voice was as clear as pine.
"Madam Wenyu, is it convenient for me to come in?"
Wen Yu was frightened and sat down again, falling back onto the couch.
"Ouch!"
Wen Yu fell on her back, her back rubbing against the fabric of her clothes. The pain made her face wrinkled and she grimaced.
"Madam Wenyu! What's wrong with you!" Without waiting for Wenyu to answer, Song Linsheng rushed in like a gust of wind, his clothes fluttering and his steps hurried. In a few seconds, he was in front of Wenyu, and his knees hit the edge of the couch.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng's dress and blinked her eyes. What was he doing?
Song Linsheng's eyes were covered with a pure white ribbon. The ribbon passed through Song Linsheng's black hair and tied a knot at the back of his head. It hung down along the back of his head. As he walked, the ribbon floated in the wind, swaying left and right, making him look even more handsome.
"What are you doing?" Wen Yu asked curiously.
Song Linsheng was holding a wooden lacquerware in his hand. It had intricate patterns on it and was very beautiful. It was long and wide in shape, and was a serving tray. Inside it seemed to be a pink and blue dress, and on top of the dress was a small white jade bottle.
Song Linsheng was seen groping, leaning against the couch and slowly bending down to put the tray away, explaining to Wen Yu.
"Yesterday on Houchun Mountain, Linsheng saw my wife tear her clothes while bandaging me. And after falling and rolling around today, those clothes must be unwearable now."
"I picked this out after entering the city. I originally thought that if I could meet Madam Wenyu, I would give it to her as a thank you."
"I didn't expect it would be useful so soon today."
After listening to his explanation, Wen Yu reached out to take the dress. It was a light blue color, which she really liked, but she loved the sky blue color even more. Wen Yu spread out the dress and looked left and right. This dress was more exquisite than the one she was wearing. Her dress was just an imitation of the style of mortal clothes, while the one in her hand was sewn stitch by stitch, and it was covered with spring peach flowers, which was very beautiful.
"Thank you...Song Linsheng."
I like it very much, Wen Yu said to himself.
Song Linsheng chuckled, raised his finger and pointed at the corner of his eye, his tone a little embarrassed.
"As for this..."
"No one has lived in my house for many years. The maids from before have long been dismissed. Now there are only some servants and attendants in the house..."
"I can't find anyone to apply medicine to my wife, I..."
"I've sent someone to get some maids back, but it will take some time. I'm afraid my wife's injuries won't last..."
"I have no choice but to resort to this last resort. If Madam Wenyu minds... I will..."
After Wen Yu understood the whole story, she murmured in her heart, is she the one with a wooden head, or is Song Linsheng the one with a wooden head? What's there to care about? She is just a piece of wood! Even if she has changed into a shape, it is just a shell.
"I don't mind!" Wen Yu patted the empty seat next to him, motioning Song Linsheng to sit down. But she was afraid that Song Linsheng was covered too tightly and couldn't tell the direction, so she reached out to help Song Linsheng.
When Song Linsheng heard this, his face turned even redder.
Just like the shrimps absorbing spiritual energy from the sacred water pool in the Spring Temple, Wen Yu felt happy.
Song Linsheng slowly sat down with Wen Yu's support, fumbled to pick up the small white bottle containing the medicine, pulled out the stopper, and then his hands stopped in mid-air.
"Please come in, Madam Wenyu... Please come in, Madam Wenyu..." He couldn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time. Wenyu was puzzled at first, turned around and looked at Song Linsheng several times, and then understood.
Wen Yu turned her back, pushed her hair in front of her, and with a determined heart, revealed the wound on her back. The wound was not wide, but it was deeply scratched by the sharp edges of sand and stones. Her clothes tore at the wound, and the pain tickled Wen Yu's nerves.
"Please come in!" Wen Yu gritted her teeth and prepared to apply the medicine.
Upon hearing this, Song Linsheng poured some ointment onto his fingertips and gently moved forward. When the cold ointment touched Wen Yu's skin, Wen Yu trembled and his hand rebounded for a moment as if it had been electrocuted.
Soon, however, Song Linsheng became proficient and sped up the application of the medicine. He was afraid that if he delayed any longer, Madam Wenyu would catch a cold again. It was only the end of February, and the spring was still chilly and had not yet warmed up. It was easy to fall ill. Since Madam Wenyu was staying at his house, he had to take good care of her until he could help her find his brother.
Soon, Song Linsheng applied the medicine to Wenyu. Without waiting for Wenyu to speak, Song Linsheng returned to the screen and walked out. Only after he had completely left the inner room did he speak to Wenyu.
"Madam Wenyu, the medicine has been applied. You should wash up first, and Linsheng should step aside..." Song Linsheng seemed to be fiddling with the charcoal fire in the outer room. Wenyu could hear the crackling sound of sparks, and then the footsteps of Song Linsheng as he left. He seemed to deliberately make his footsteps louder so that Wenyu could hear them and feel at ease.
Wen Yu looked behind the screen and could not see anything, but she felt inexplicably at ease. This feeling was only experienced when she was in the Wutong Ancestral Temple before - that was the place where she had been rooted for a thousand years, but this was clearly her first time in the Song Mansion. She was very unfamiliar with everything here, but she also felt at ease.
Song Linsheng... is such a considerate person.
Wen Yu's hand gently stroked the clothes on the couch, and after looking around to make sure there was no mortal presence around, she dived into the clothing room and rubbed the fabric with her head. It was so soft and comfortable!
Wen Yu raised her hand, and with a flip of her fingertips, the dress flew up into the air, spun twice, and everything inside and outside returned to its place. Except for the fact that there was no one wearing it, it was just like a person wearing it.
Wen Yu walked around the dress twice, admiring its beauty, feeling inexplicably happy. With a snap of her fingers, the dress dropped down, automatically slipping onto Wen Yu's body. With a twirl, the dress was neatly folded on the couch. The dress swayed, its patterns shimmering softly, a delicate expression.
Wen Yu tidied her hair up again, and after she finished, she walked towards the outer room. The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, making the room very warm.
Song Linsheng was not in the outer room, so Wen Yu continued to walk outside the house. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw Song Linsheng standing under the camphor tree in the yard with his hands behind his back. The ribbon on his face was still untied, and it rustled with his black hair.
Wen Yu walked over quietly, pulled off the ribbon with all her strength, and held it in her hand.
"Song Linsheng! I'm done changing!"
Song Linsheng seemed to be startled when he heard this, and there was some fluctuation in his eyes when he turned around.
"Madam Wenyu, does it fit?" It doesn't matter if it doesn't fit. He has already sent people to the city to buy all kinds of clothes and dresses for Madam Wenyu. There will always be one that suits her.
Wen Yu turned around and showed off the dress with great satisfaction.
"It fits perfectly! I love it!"
Song Linsheng's smile was as gentle and flawless as a newly blossomed white magnolia: "As long as you like it."
Wen Yu played with the ribbon, wrapped it around her hand, and imitated Song Linsheng, putting her hands behind her back and walking around the camphor tree. She walked behind the trunk, just enough to hide her figure so that Song Linsheng could not see her.
Song Linsheng saw her hiding behind the branches and did not move.
Wen Yu suddenly poked her head out from behind the tree trunk and said, "Can I hear the story of the camphor trees planted in Guanwu Garden?"
"Of course..." Song Linsheng agreed immediately.
The attendants waiting outside the courtyard gate heard the sound and moved. They brought out the charcoal stove from the house and placed it next to Song Linsheng and Wen Yu. They also set up some tables and prepared some food. They also took out two cloaks with fur collars and put them on them. Then they retreated back to the outside of the courtyard.
Wen Yu wrapped her cloak tightly around her and took the first seat at the table. Her little head poked out from under her furry collar, her eyes curved like half moons as she smiled and said to Song Linsheng, "Young Master Song, please?"
"A few years ago..." Song Linsheng started talking as he slowly walked to the opposite side of Wen Yu, straightened his robes, and knelt down.
At that time, Song Linsheng was still in his mother, Madam Song's womb. He already had an older brother, so his parents hoped that this pregnancy would be a daughter, so that they could have both a son and a daughter.
All his belongings, clothes, furnishings in the house, and even the items used in his one-year-old baby ceremony were all for the little girl to use.
There is a custom in Jiangyang Prefecture that if a family has a daughter, they must plant a camphor tree in the yard in the year the child is born. Camphor trees not only have a light fragrance, but are also insect-resistant and can be preserved for many years. What's more, camphor trees have a long growth cycle, requiring more than ten years, making them even more precious and rare.
When the daughter grew up and reached the age of marriage, the camphor tree would have grown lush and leafy, and could be seen from outside the wall. Matchmakers outside the house would know that the family had a daughter and could come to propose marriage.
When his daughter's marriage was settled and she was about to get married, he began to prepare her dowry. One of the essential items was to chop down the camphor tree in the yard and make two camphorwood boxes...
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