Chapter 179: He wants to go on for the next year and the future...
"It's Jasmine!"
Wen Yu was surprised and delighted. She couldn't help but stamp her feet on the spot, then reached out and grabbed Song Linsheng's sleeve.
Song Linsheng lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze, then stepped aside with a smile, "Xiaoyu, would you please go in first?"
Wen Yu agreed with a smile and walked ahead. Her braids swayed behind her as she moved, looking very playful.
As soon as you step into the greenhouse, it feels like you are falling into the clouds, and the fragrance of flowers gradually spreads, almost soaking your clothes.
"Wow..." Wen Yu lifted her skirt and turned around, stirring up the jasmine fragrance that was surging in the courtyard.
The leaves are dark green and the flowers are numerous and white.
Large patches of jasmine buds are just beginning to bloom, and there are even morning dewdrops hanging on the leaves that are about to dry.
Song Linsheng stood quietly in front of the door, watching Wen Yu, dressed in a turquoise dress, spinning among the flowers. Her fluttering sleeves and layered hem made her bloom like a jasmine in full bloom.
Yesterday's night rain not only did not blow the branches off, but also accelerated the opening of the buds.
He had planted this jasmine for a long time, but it still hadn't bloomed. It turned out... it was waiting for this rain.
Song Linsheng's eyes moved slightly, and a faint arc of light flashed across them. He suddenly felt that it would be fine if it always stayed like this.
"Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu didn't stop and waved to Song Linsheng, who was a few steps away. "Come here!"
She finally understood what Song Lin had been doing since he appeared and disappeared so often during his lifetime, and even when he was busy washing the inkstone, he was nowhere to be seen.
The lush jasmine in front of us should be the answer.
Wen Yu squatted down to the same level as the flower branch, sniffed the flower lightly, and carefully wiped the dew off the leaves with a finger.
Watching the jasmine tremble slightly due to his touch, Wen Yu held his breath and concentrated, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing the blooming of a flower.
Song Linsheng walked slowly, squatted down beside Wen Yu, and handed a branch of jasmine he had just picked to Wen Yu.
"Xiaoyu, this is for you."
Wen Yu stared blankly at the snow-white flower lying in Song Linsheng's palm, and pointed at the tip of her nose with her backhand, "Give it to me?"
"Yes." Song Linsheng said lightly but with certainty, "I give it to you."
Give him the jasmine-like Xiaoyu in his heart.
"I, I..." Wen Yu hesitated, not knowing how to react.
Song Linsheng was neither anxious nor impatient, neither embarrassed nor annoyed, and still looked calm and composed. Apart from the blush on his ears, he looked no different from usual.
It seemed as if I had already rehearsed it thousands of times in my mind.
"Before, I saw that Xiaoyu's hair oil had the scent of jasmine, so I planted this jasmine myself and wanted to give it to Xiaoyu."
Originally, he was thinking about finding an opportunity to tell Xiaoyu about this.
Now it seems that this night rain is the best arrangement.
"Did you plant it yourself?" A flash of surprise passed through Wen Yu's mind.
She knew that Song Linsheng liked to tend to flowers and plants, but those were all "things from the past" that she had heard from Xiyan. Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, it was a completely different feeling.
Song Linsheng spends his days surrounded by poetry, books, and writing, and he is a very law-abiding person, unlike an ordinary person.
Now, looking at the jasmine he planted with his own hands, he seemed to come alive.
He was no longer the Song Linsheng who was far away in Shangdu and untainted by the dust as described by Xiyan, but the Song Linsheng beside her who was talkative, cheerful and personally involved in everything.
The breeze made the deep yet sweet fragrance of jasmine even more intense, sweeping across Wen Yu's heart.
Ripples the spring water.
"Of course, of course washing the inkstone also helped a lot." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Song Linsheng's face, and he explained the truth.
To say that he did all the work by himself would be an exaggeration.
Wen Yu remained silent, his eyes fixed on Song Linsheng in front of him.
He was dressed in white and disappeared into the jasmine bushes. His black hair was tied up, making his face look even more like jade. Wen Yu was stunned for a moment.
Song Linsheng's eyes were clear and bright, having seen everything in the world and experienced three thousand years of prosperity.
As a mortal, isn't there anything he wants?
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng called softly. Seeing that Wen Yu didn't say anything, he tried to get closer little by little.
He raised his sleeve and inserted the jasmine hairpin in his hand into Wen Yu's hair, and then carefully gathered the loose hair on Wen Yu's temples.
Song Linsheng pursed his lips tightly, as if afraid that he would accidentally reveal the secret joy in his heart. He looked down at Xiaoyu in front of him with restraint and concentration.
I give you jasmine, please don't leave.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat gloomy. Those unspeakable secrets and thoughts that he had been thinking about day and night finally gathered into a ray of light that flashed through his eyes.
Collecting his thoughts, Song Linsheng withdrew his hand at the right time——
It requires both thoughtfulness and discretion.
Wen Yu slowed down her breathing, raised her hand and gently stroked the jasmine flower in her hair, seeming to still feel the slight dampness on it.
"Thank you, Song Linsheng." Wen Yu's smile reached her eyes and came from the heart.
The master said that the life span of mortals is short. So, in Song Linsheng's short life, there is a period of time dedicated to planting jasmine for her, and she is very happy.
It's an indescribable feeling.
But if she were still a wutong tree at this moment, she would shake her branches happily, letting the breeze and the clouds know—
She was very happy.
Song Linsheng's eyebrows curved, like a crescent moon in the sky, "Wait until autumn, and plant a field of goose feather powder in the yard, so that Xiaoyu and I can enjoy it together next year."
Yes, he wants next year, and many, many years to come.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu nodded seriously, "Then we have to call Xiyan, Azhu, Abai, and Ayuan and the others!"
"Wouldn't it be even better if we could ask Uncle Song to prepare a banquet for us and drink among the flowers?" Wen Yu's eyes almost narrowed with laughter, as if such a scene was really right in front of her.
"Yes! It's a deal!" Song Linsheng quickly agreed, as if he was afraid that Wen Yu would go back on his word.
If they had an agreement, Xiaoyu would not leave him, right?
"Well..." Wen Yu changed the subject, "But no matter how busy Qiu Ri is, you still have more important things to do right now!"
"Huh? What is it?" Song Linsheng was stunned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"What is it? Of course, go back to your room and rest!" Wen Yu tapped the back of Song Linsheng's hand with one finger, "Don't forget, you are still a patient!"
The whole yard was filled with laughter, like jasmine flowers blooming, and something in Song Linsheng's heart was also quietly blooming.
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Guanwuyuan.
Ever since returning from the greenhouse that day, Song Linsheng deliberately moved back to the study, leaving Guanwu Courtyard still for Wen Yu to live in.
Anyway, there is still no progress on the matter of the spring amaranth, Song Linsheng has been ill, and they have not been going out much recently.
Wen Yu lay bored on the bed, watching the curtains above her head swaying left and right in the wind, wondering when she would find an opportunity to go check out the spring amaranth again.
"My wife—"
A'bo's voice came from behind the screen. Wen Yu only had to raise her head before she was right in front of him.
"Madam, are you not holding the jasmine you've been longing for today?"
A'bai was holding a lot of clothes in his arms, and without stopping, he went straight to the dressing table beside him to tidy them up.
"But it's been several days now. I'm afraid the jasmine will soon wither." A'bo's hands kept moving, making rustling sounds. "How about I help my wife clean it up and then get a new bunch?"
Wen Yu's face flushed when she heard this, but fortunately her whole body was half covered by the curtain, so she didn't blush.
"No need, I already had the flower last night..." Wen Yu stopped talking halfway.
It was a close call. I don’t know what I was thinking, I almost let it slip.
Wen Yu sat up suddenly and glanced at A'bo next to him.
"I threw it out last night."
A-Bo seemed oblivious, preoccupied with his work. Upon hearing this, he said, "Throw it away? My wife is willing to do that, too?"
"I--" Wen Yu opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute.
A-Bo has become like A-Zhu and is always joking with her.
"Well, it's summer and there are many insects and ants. It's okay if it's lost. If it's lost, I can ask you to replace it with a new one for me."
"You--" Wen Yu's cheeks puffed up, but she couldn't argue with A'bai.
She thought of the jasmine flower that Song Linsheng had put in her hairpin. She had indeed brought it back to Guanwuyuan and played with it for several days, looking at it day and night.
But the most important thing is that we cannot keep it in this world. The red face leaves the mirror, the flowers leave the tree, and the jasmine without the branch will not last long.
Last night, she took advantage of the last moment to send the jasmine back to its "home" and used her spiritual power to repair its branches, allowing it to bloom again.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Wen Yu muttered to himself.
She only needs to remember the moment when Song Linsheng pinned the flower on her head. She doesn't ask for the flower to bloom forever, as long as she remembers it, it will last forever.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"What are you laughing at, my lady?"
A'bai had finished tidying up the dressing box at some point and was now lifting the curtain with one hand and hanging it by the bed, while tilting his head to look at her.
Wen Yu immediately pursed her lips to stop smiling, and even shook her head, "Nothing, nothing."
As he spoke, A'bai had already hung up all the layered curtains, and then reached out to help Wen Yu.
"Then I'll help my wife wash up, wash the inkstone and come back to tell her that everything is ready and we're just waiting for her!"
"Wait for me?" Wen Yu didn't ask A Bo to help her, and quickly got off the bed. "What are you waiting for me for?"
"My lady, don't you remember?" Abai's voice was slightly raised, as if he was surprised. "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the mansion wants to hang a moxa leaf!"
A'bai skillfully opened the dressing boxes one by one, and gradually arranged the clothes he had just brought in in front of Wen Yu.
It seems... that's the case...
She had completely forgotten about it.
However, Xiyan used to come to her directly when he had something to say, but in recent days, he always asked Abai and Azhu to deliver messages and rarely came to her.
How weird, Wen Yu thought to himself.
"There's also a letter from the government office, inviting you and your wife to attend a sacrificial ceremony on the banks of the Yuan River." A'bai held various pearl and jade hairpins and rings in his hands, gesturing on Wen Yu's head. "Which one do you like, my lady?"
Yuanshui sacrifice?
Wen Yu's heart moved. Lord Mu seemed to have mentioned it once before, regarding the Dragon Boat Festival Yuanshui sacrifice.
But the matter of the spring amaranth is still unclear, so I hope there won’t be any mistakes in today’s sacrifice?
She had to go and see it to feel at ease.
The bronze mirror reflected A'bo's excited look, and Wen Yu couldn't help but put aside his thoughts and laughed out loud.
"All is well."
"Everything is fine?" Ah Zhu appeared out of nowhere and walked quickly to Wen Yu and Ah Bo. "In my opinion, Ming Kun is still the favorite of Lady Zan!"
After saying that, Ah Zhu picked out a light yellow dress from the ones Ah Bo had just put together and said, "This one matches Ming Kun perfectly. Does my lady like it?"
Today is a holiday, and Azhu seems to be more lively than usual, with a happy smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
A'bai teased her for being talkative, and Wenyu couldn't help but join in. The three of them laughed and played in the inner room, and even the chirping of birds outside the yard couldn't compare to theirs.
When Wen Yu walked to the door holding up the hem of her goose yellow skirt, Song Linsheng, Xiyan, and Song Bo had already been waiting for a long time.
"Song Linsheng!"
Wen Yu let out a soft cry, then quickly ran towards Song Linsheng, her dress fluttering under her feet, creating layers of ripples.
It was like a ball of goose yellow feathers coming with the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was right in front of me.
Seeing her hair flying in front of her forehead and the pigtails swaying beside her ears, she looked like a little rabbit, and Song Linsheng couldn't help but smile.
"Xiaoyu, watch your step."
Song Linsheng smiled softly and reached out to help Wen Yu.
"Yeah, I'm late." Wen Yu nodded, stopped and stood opposite Song Linsheng.
"Well, it's not too late." Song Linsheng spoke sincerely and in a slow tone, still speaking slowly and unhurriedly, as if waiting did not make him impatient at all.
His complexion became much rosier and his hands became stronger.
Wen Yu secretly withdrew her hand. Song Lin's fever and cold that he had suffered in the past few days had finally healed, and he seemed to be in good health now.
Yes, with her spiritual power to help, any difficult and complicated diseases, chronic illnesses are no problem, let alone a mere fever or cold?
Wen Yu felt proud and a satisfied smile appeared on her cheeks.
It is as beautiful as the sunset glow and thin clouds.
"Not too late, not too late." Xi Yan, who had poked his head out from the side, smiled. "Whenever Madam Wen comes, the young master will just say it's just right! Haha!"
Others may not know what the young master is thinking, but how could he not know?
"Wash the inkstone!" Wen Yu feigned anger and said angrily, "You're teasing me!"
"What are you talking about, Madam Wen?" Xi Yan's smile didn't fade, but rather widened. "With the young master here, how dare Xi Yan?"
Wen Yu's cheeks puffed up, he was extremely surprised, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Good for you, Xiyan! I haven't even asked you yet! Why did you change all my bedding? Where's my green one?"
That was her favorite! It had disappeared the moment she returned from the greenhouse that day, and she had a hard time looking for it!
Even A-Bo, who usually tidied up clothes and bedding, didn't know the reason.
She originally wanted to ask Xiyan about it, but he had been avoiding her these days and had not even stepped into the gate of Guanwuyuan.
Let her find an opportunity today and see where Xiyan can escape!
"Washing the inkstone—"
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