Chapter 162 "Don't worry, Mr. Song."...
Song Linsheng glanced at Wen Yu lightly, and seeing the curiosity in her eyes, he suddenly slowed down what he was about to say.
He stopped talking and didn't continue until he led Wen Yu to the table, still keeping the secret.
Wen Yu frowned slightly, staring blankly at Song Linsheng as he raised his sleeves to take out the fish porridge from the food box, and then took out a few side dishes and laid them out one by one.
It was her favorite pickled cucumbers and pickled ginger sprouts.
For some reason, Wen Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood immediately.
She sat down at the table obediently, took the spoon handed to her by Song Linsheng with both hands, stirred it casually in the bowl of porridge, and then scooped out a spoonful and put it into her mouth.
The sweet aroma of fish mixed with the thick porridge base creates a unique sense of layering that spreads between the lips and teeth.
Wen Yu's eyes lit up, and she immediately took the second and third bites. Her frown relaxed, revealing the smooth and firm skin on her forehead.
She held porridge in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. While chewing, she tilted her head back and looked at Song Linsheng with a playful smile on her lips.
She understood what Song Linsheng meant. He just wanted her to finish the meal in peace.
Wen Yu's smile grew even brighter, and she raised her chin, "Song Linsheng, this porridge is delicious!"
Mutton soup, drunken crab, yellow croaker, eight-treasure duck gizzard, old black chicken, none of them can compare to this bowl of fish porridge.
Song Linsheng pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the smile that was rising involuntarily. He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu sitting at the table with a hint of anger.
But he couldn't do anything to Xiaoyu after all.
Song Linsheng raised his sleeve to pour tea for Wen Yu to rinse her mouth, and then sat down.
"Xiaoyu, do you still remember the picture of the woman that you and I saw under the Wen family's Dalang that day?" Song Linsheng's voice was a little low, completely different from his usual gentle and bright voice.
Wen Yu pinched a small piece of pickled ginger sprout and put it in his mouth, savoring the sweet and spicy flavor of the young ginger. He nodded and said, "I remember. Although I can't describe it, its shape is outstanding."
As his eyes turned, Wen Yu carefully recalled the portrait he saw the night before and spoke objectively and impartially.
"Yeah." Song Linsheng nodded, his eyes falling squarely on Wen Yu's constantly moving lips. Seeing that she was using it very well, he temporarily stopped talking.
After a moment's silence, Song Linsheng continued, "Yesterday, when I went to the government office on official business, I deliberately inquired about the Jiangbei Wen family."
Wen Yu swallowed a mouthful of pickled cucumber, delighted by its sour and crisp taste. Hearing this, he turned to look at Song Linsheng, "Did you ask about the Wen family? What was the result? Any news?"
Song Linsheng nodded, then immediately shook his head, "Yes, and no."
"As a rule of thumb, although it's not easy for people to discuss a prominent family like the Jiangbei Wen family openly, there are always rumors among the people. But there's not even a whisper about the eldest son of the Wen family." Song Linsheng frowned, raised his sleeve and handed the tea for rinsing his mouth to Wen Yu.
"As for the woman in the painting, she hasn't said a single word."
Song Linsheng's voice was as steady as before, but by the end of his words, it was tinged with obvious doubt.
Wen Yu swallowed the fish porridge in the bowl in a few gulps, and then took the tea handed to him by Song Linsheng. After a gurgling sound, Wen Yu spat out the tea and was finally able to speak.
"Is it better to have news or no news?" She pondered for a moment and asked without thinking.
If they have any news, it will help them to find out the inside story, which is naturally good.
If there is no news, it will be like seeing flowers in the fog, which is naturally not good.
But good and bad are sometimes not as extreme as we assume.
Wen Yu tilted her head, staring straight at Song Linsheng.
However, when Song Linsheng heard these words, they were not difficult to understand.
Xiaoyu wants to test him?
Song Linsheng raised his eyebrows and answered truthfully, "If there were any news, saying that this woman was the confidante or childhood sweetheart of Wen Jialang, that would be normal."
Song Linsheng paused and shook his head slightly, "But if there is not even a trace of information, then I'm afraid there is something else going on."
Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu intently with a steady gaze.
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke, and an unconcealable look of joy spread across her brows.
Xiyan said that Song Linsheng had received the imperial edict personally written by the emperor, which read "a sea of knowledge and a river of literature, every word a pearl of wisdom." If she were to say, Song Linsheng was indeed worthy of it.
His quick wit and ingenuity are so remarkable even though he is just an ordinary person.
Wen Yu held her chin with one hand and couldn't help but sigh, "Why not help Song Lin become an immortal?" I'm afraid with his intelligence, seeking the truth and ascending all the way would not be a problem.
As secret thoughts grew, Wen Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
She couldn't even save herself, so how could she save Song Linsheng? She was really just bored out of her mind.
Wen Yu put aside his thoughts, nodded in agreement, and said affirmatively: "You are right, this woman is definitely related to the Wen family's eldest son's illness. However, since the outsiders are so tight-lipped, why don't we go directly to ask inside."
Her eyes were bright, revealing endless cunning.
Song Linsheng raised his eyelashes slightly and looked at Wen Yu with a little doubt.
Every time Xiaoyu shows this expression, she must have come up with some new ideas.
He was really curious about what was happening next.
"Hmm?" Song Linsheng raised his voice, and his eyebrows also raised. "Inside?"
Wen Yu pushed away the bowl in front of her, pursed her lips and chuckled, but she didn't answer, just stared at Song Linsheng.
Just like he had done before, he kept the secret.
Song Linsheng was surprised for a moment, but when he came to his senses, he immediately started laughing, and even his shoulders began to tremble slightly.
"Okay, I'll call the inkstone washing carriage." He responded repeatedly, looking at Wen Yu helplessly and dotingly, "I just ask Xiaoyu to solve my doubts for me."
Wen Yu raised his chin proudly and said slowly, "Of course it's inside the Wen family compound."
When their eyes met, Song Linsheng immediately understood what he meant, and his originally calm eyes lit up instantly.
However, I'm afraid the Wen family is united and it's difficult for them to tell the truth.
Song Linsheng paused and expressed his concerns, "But how can we ensure that Madam Wen tells the truth?"
Wen Yu narrowed her eyes, and a ray of brilliance flashed across them, making her almond-shaped eyes look like amber.
However, she remained mysterious and did not answer directly. Instead, she said, "Don't worry, Master Song. I have a brilliant plan."
Song Linsheng's eyes, filled with anticipation, turned to astonishment, but after a moment, they all turned into a gentle smile. He nodded affirmatively, his expression serious and unadulterated, "Everything awaits Master Wen's advice."
The clear laughter rang out and spread throughout the Guanwu Courtyard. Flocks of birds rested on the branches, as if they were accustomed to the laughter.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng walked out of Guanwu Courtyard side by side and headed towards the main gate.
It's time to go to the Wen family compound to see Wen Dalang... and Mrs. Wen.
In Jiangbei, Linyuan Street, along the river alley, there is Wenzhai.
Separated by the Yuan River, there was still some distance between the north and south of the river. Driving all the way from Song's residence to Wen's residence, even taking a less-traveled route, took quite a while.
Xiyan drove the cart, gradually approaching Wen's house amid the sound of broken wheels rolling along the way.
From a distance, one could see that the stone steps in front of the Wen residence were crowded with people. One could only vaguely make out the head at the front, who was none other than Madam Wen whom one had met in the Wutong Ancestral Temple a few days ago.
"Master, Madam Wen, Madam Wen is waiting for you at the main gate with a group of servants." Xi Yan leaned back and replied in front of the carriage curtain.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng in the car looked at each other, both of them were as steady as a rock and looked calm.
I think Madam Wen is not afraid of being seen by others for such a big event. I am afraid she has already prepared a complete response plan. Every alley along the way should be guarded by Madam Wen's men.
No wonder there are so few people along the way.
"Go forward and stop in front of the mansion gate." Wen Yu instructed loudly.
Xiyan nodded, then remembered that the carriage curtains might prevent the young master and Madam Wen from seeing him, so he quickly replied, "Yes."
The wind is blowing for thousands of miles and the sky is blue and cloudless. This morning's sky is like washed green silk, fresh and soft without losing its gorgeous colors.
Wen Kang looked up at the sky. The time for her appointment with Madam Wen Yu was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't help but become more and more tense.
She searched for remedies and sought medical advice, but her son Wen Yanli's condition showed no improvement.
If God had gifted her with a wife like Wen Yu, she would have laughed out loud in her dreams.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his cheeks, half from the heat and half from worry.
Wen Kang was anxiously waiting for Wen Yu. The closer she got to the turning point she was hoping for, the more happy she became, almost losing her composure.
Originally, she was standing at the door to greet him calmly and attentively, but gradually she started pacing back and forth in the same place.
"Madam, someone is coming!"
It was not until the servant behind him reminded her that Wen Kang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the end of the alley.
The carriage that was slowly approaching was completely black, with dark green tassels adorning the four corners. Although it was not ostentatious, it had a certain low-key and unique dignity and heritage.
Wen Kang's eyes lit up, like someone who had been in the desert for a long time suddenly seeing the oasis they had been waiting for. She lifted her skirt and hurried down the steps to greet the carriage.
The servants behind her naturally followed quickly.
Immediately, people came like a tide. Although they had not yet reached the gate of Wen's mansion, Xiyan had to stop the carriage.
With a "whoosh" sound, the slight sound of the wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs dissipated, and the carriage stopped steadily.
Xiyan pulled the reins with one hand and whispered back, "Master, Madam Wen, Madam Wen is coming to meet us. Should we get off the carriage?"
Song Linsheng raised his eyes and looked at Wen Yu beside him. She was leaning on two soft gold-thread pillows, covered with a thin silk blanket, and was resting her eyes leisurely.
"No rush. I saw in your notebook that the important people always appear last." Wen Yu didn't even raise his eyelids, but the implication was clear.
She was not deliberately acting like a "miracle doctor" today to embarrass Madam Wen.
After all, the one who really had the ability to bring people back to youth was her "brother" Wen Song, not her Wen Yu.
However, after much thought, she still felt that starting from Madam Wen was the most effective method, so she could only ask Madam Wen to wait for her, this "nagging guest".
Song Linsheng, who was standing by, just smiled and said nothing, letting Wen Yu do as she pleased. "Just do as you wish, Xiaoyu."
He wanted to know what Xiaoyu's clever plan was.
Now it seems that Xiaoyu has a plan in mind, and he just needs to wait and see.
Xiyan, who was outside, received the order and said nothing more.
Song Linsheng and Wen Yu in the car were also speechless.
In the blue and white porcelain coiled incense burner, a message of spring in the snow is burning, with white smoke curling and cold fragrance lingering, as if the winter plum blossoms are blooming again and spring is coming again.
Wen Yu quietly opened one eye and glanced at Song Linsheng, but saw that he was staring at her with a smile in his eyes.
She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, her cheeks flushed, and she simply stopped pretending to be asleep. She opened her eyes and looked directly at Song Linsheng, asking solemnly, "Song Linsheng, do you think I'm being pretentious, frivolous, and rude?"
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