Chapter 180 "Xiaoyu, follow me."...
Wen Yu's words were like pearls falling on a plate.
Song Linsheng, who was standing aside, just smiled and said nothing, letting the two of them make a fuss. However, the smile only appeared for a moment, and then froze as if he had thought of something.
"Xiaoyu——"
"Wash the inkstone! Speak!" Song Linsheng's words did not stop Wen Yu. She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and looked like she was determined not to give up.
Xiyan was not afraid at all. He had lived with Madam Tongwen in this house for a long time, and everyone knew her temper.
He's just a bit domineering in words, but kindhearted in heart. I'm afraid he's even softer-hearted than his son.
After all, Madam Wen would not punish him by making him copy books.
"I won't tell you, I won't tell you!" Xi Yan was just being shameless, just like Yan Zi who pestered him when she didn't want to go to school.
"That won't do!" Wen Yu had no intention of letting Xi Yan go. She had to get her beloved quilt back. "Tell me where you hid it!"
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng's lips and teeth moved slightly, but his voice was very low.
Xiyan, who was facing a stronger opponent, was not intimidated by Wen Yu's posture at all. "That's not it—"
"Wash the inkstone." Song Linsheng called one person and then another, as busy as a teacher disciplining his students in a school, but the helplessness in his eyes was instantly tinged with a bit of embarrassment.
Just like the calm surface of a lake being ruffled by the breeze, waves gradually arise.
Xiyan suddenly stopped talking, as if his stuck mind had suddenly come to a sense. He quickly straightened his expression and answered seriously:
"Oh, ahem... well, the master said it's very stuffy in the summer, and he was afraid my lady would be afraid of the heat at night, so he asked me to change everything into something thinner."
That was a close call. How come his mouth is always faster than his brain? The words fly out of his mouth while his brain is still catching up!
Xiyan's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little relieved in his heart. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and did not cause any trouble for the young master.
Otherwise, the master would have to send him to copy the Four Rules of a Gentleman eight hundred times.
But he quickly put these worries aside.
After saying this, Xiyan seemed very satisfied with his answer, and even nodded frequently. Then, something moved him, and he looked at Wenyu with a flattering expression: "How is it? Very considerate, isn't it?"
Although he said it, it wasn't him he was talking about.
Xiyan's eyebrows raised, and she winked at her own master, then at Wenyu.
He is truly a genius!
With such an extremely wise and devoted military advisor like him, why should you worry about not having a chance of winning?
"What's wrong? Is your eye cramp?" Wen Yu looked serious, not joking, and glanced at Xi Yan in some confusion.
"In that case, why didn't you just tell me earlier? Why are you hiding?" Wen Yu stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Xi Yan's eyes. Hopefully, it wouldn't bring up any issues.
"Madam Wen!" Xi Yan's face was filled with astonishment. He could only exclaim in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time. "What's going on?"
He was almost writing the young master's name on his face.
"Okay, Xiyan, stop making trouble." Song Linsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was talking to Xiyan, his eyes did not even glance at Xiyan.
Song Linsheng had eyes like spring water beneath his long eyebrows that resembled distant mountains. After witnessing the sunrise and sunset, and the ebb and flow of the tide, he now looked down at Wen Yu with overflowing tenderness.
"Xiaoyu, if you like it, I'll find someone to make you an identical one, okay?" He spoke softly, as if coaxing a child, and his words were full of doting, as if it had become a matter of course for him.
"Great! Of course!" The doubts between Wen Yu's brows dissipated, and her clear eyes smiled like crescent moons, "Master Xiao Song is the best!"
"Yeah." Song Linsheng nodded gently, extremely gentle.
The two of them talked back and forth, and their conversation seemed to be a scene of their own, a perfect match, and the others seemed to be non-existent.
"Hahahaha——" Uncle Song, who had been huddled nearby with his eyes on the nose and his nose on his heart, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He had heard Xi Yan talk a lot before, but it was just a guess. Now he saw it with his own eyes -
I'm afraid I have to congratulate the master!
The laughter was hearty and powerful, passing straight through Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, making it hard not to notice.
"Uncle Song." Wen Yu turned around and called sweetly, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Seeing Song Bo holding a handful of dry grass leaves in his arms, Wen Yu sniffed and smelled a very familiar smell.
"Madam Wen, it's mugwort." Uncle Song moved the mugwort in his arms forward so that Wen Yu could see it more clearly.
"Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and everyone should hang mugwort leaves in one place." Song Linsheng explained slowly.
Song Linsheng took the mugwort handed to him by Uncle Song, divided it into two parts, and handed one of them to Wen Yu first.
The wrinkled hay suddenly appeared, and the bitter and astringent taste rushed straight to his forehead. Even though Wen Yu was used to seeing exotic flowers and plants, he couldn't help but lean back a little.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu frowned slightly, then wiped the tip of her nose.
Seeing this, Song Linsheng immediately stepped back a few inches and flicked the mugwort leaves back and forth with his other hand in an attempt to disperse the smell of the mugwort leaves.
"Xiaoyu is not used to the taste of mugwort?"
After saying that, Song Linsheng put the mugwort leaves aside and prepared to hand them over to Uncle Song who was guarding the side.
He wanted to hang mugwort and pray for blessings with Xiaoyu, but if it made Xiaoyu feel uncomfortable, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse and not be worth the loss?
"No!" Wen Yu hurriedly stopped him and took the mugwort leaves from Song Linsheng's hands with both hands. "I'm just not familiar with it at the moment."
"Besides, didn't we all say that we should hang moxa leaves together? What would happen if I'm missing?"
Wen Yu looked around and saw that Abai, Azhu and Xiyan had all held the mugwort leaves in their hands, so he tightened the one in his hand and smiled lightly at everyone.
The dry leaves of mugwort are curled, fragile and easy to break. The thin branches look weak, but they contain a long and deep scent, with a slight bitterness followed by a faint fragrance.
Wen Yu sniffed it lightly, and it didn't seem as unacceptable as before.
This is the case with all flavors in the world. You need to savor them carefully to appreciate the aftertaste.
Everything in life is the same. It takes long-term persistence to reap the results.
Wen Yu was stunned. She could not believe that she could come up with such profound and philosophical words. When she returned to the Spring Temple, she would definitely tell her master and Chi Huang about them.
"Okay, I'll listen to Xiaoyu." After a moment of surprise, Song Linsheng spoke with a smile.
He always responds to Xiaoyu's wishes.
"Then..." Wen Yu looked at Xi Yan and the others beside her, and finally turned her gaze back to Song Linsheng. She shook the mugwort leaves in her hand, "Shall we begin?"
"Yeah." Song Linsheng nodded gently and responded gently.
Uncle Song arranged the door lintels where mugwort leaves needed to be hung early in the morning. The main door was naturally reserved for Song Linsheng and Wen Yu, while the rest were hung by Azhu, Abai, and Xiyan respectively.
So as soon as Song Linsheng finished speaking, everyone dispersed and went their separate ways.
Only Song Linsheng and Wen Yu were left there.
"Xiaoyu, follow me." Song Linsheng whispered.
Although he was leading the way, he was only half a step ahead of Wen Yu.
Wen Yu followed closely with the mugwort leaves in her hands, watching Song Linsheng's every move carefully.
In the past in the East Heaven, she had never celebrated any conflict with her master or Chi Huang.
Well...it seems there is no such thing as a festival.
The gods sit high in the clouds, with the power to move mountains, fill the sea, and change the sun and the moon. This is of course very good.
Ordinary people who keep their feet on the ground, observe the changing solar terms and admire the scenery of the four seasons, will also see a different world.
I had previously experienced Shangsi Festival with Song Linsheng, and now we are celebrating Duanyang Festival together. Isn’t this also a way to see the world?
The smile on Wen Yu's lips deepened, and she was extremely happy.
Song Linsheng stood at one side of the main gate, gesturing to Wenyu with the mugwort in his hand.
"Xiaoyu, do you know why people hang mugwort leaves on their door lintels on the Dragon Boat Festival?"
He didn't mean to make things difficult for her, nor did he mean to show off, nor did he want to see Xiaoyu embarrassed and unable to answer.
Song Linsheng smiled, but...
He really wanted to tell Xiaoyu more about the customs of the human world, as if telling her more about the customs of the human world would be like telling Xiaoyu about himself.
"Hmm?" Wen Yu turned around and stared at Song Linsheng. "I wonder what you mean, Master Song?"
Of course she didn't know, and that's all. Wen Yu wasn't afraid at all.
She is a fairy, so it is understandable that she doesn't know.
Mr. Xiao Song...
He likes this name.
His words were restrained and tactful, yet implied a hint of intimacy. Unlike his colleagues in the government office who were all serious, every time Xiaoyu called him like this, it made people's hearts surge and undercurrents arise.
——Xiaoyu has always been a unique person.
Song Linsheng held the thin rope used to tie the mugwort leaves in both hands, raised his sleeves and tied it to the edge of the door frame. At the end, he patted the tied knot and demonstrated to Wen Yu.
"It is said that the fragrance of mugwort can repel insects and protect peace. Therefore, on the Dragon Boat Festival, people hang mugwort above their door lintels to pray for the removal of illness, evil spirits, and disasters, and to attract wealth, good fortune, and blessings."
Although it is mostly beautiful fantasies, it is good to have something to rely on in life.
"So that's how it is..." Wen Yu tilted her head, and the braid beside her ear moved with it. She raised the mugwort in her hand and looked at it left and right. She had no idea that this small leaf had such an effect.
But the deworming effect is somewhat believable, as it can cure diseases and evil spirits...
Wen Yu turned around and walked towards the door frame on the other side, gently twisting her fingertips where Song Linsheng couldn't see her.
A faint green light immediately flew out and went straight into the mugwort leaves.
The task of curing diseases and eliminating evil is now up to you!
Please be sure to protect the Song family's safety and Song Lin's life's health and happiness.
Wen Yu muttered to herself, then stroked the leaves of mugwort as if praying. She imitated Song Linsheng and hung the mugwort leaves on the door lintel.
"Madam Wen—Lord Song—"
Wen Yu had just stopped and was about to talk to Song Linsheng, but was interrupted by another shout.
When she looked back, she saw Shen Sheng leading A Yuan and a group of children standing at the stone steps in front of the door.
"Shen Sheng?" Wen Yu's voice rose, quite surprised, "Isn't the school open today?"
After saying that, Wen Yu turned around and looked at Song Linsheng strangely.
"Mr. Shen." Song Linsheng greeted Shen Sheng politely and considerately, "Please come in."
"It was me who invited Mr. Shen and the children to come to my house to celebrate the festival." Song Linsheng immediately explained to Wen Yu.
"Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, how can children not celebrate it?" Song Linsheng's smile deepened. "Reading and learning to read are important, but appropriate relaxation is also essential."
Wen Yu's face turned red when he heard this. She didn't say that they couldn't let Ayuan and the others rest. She just asked casually.
"Shen Sheng, please come in." Wen Yu immediately agreed.
"Master Song and Madam Wen are polite." Shen Sheng smiled relaxedly, completely different from his earlier listless look.
He lifted the bunch of oddly shaped green fruits in his hand and said, "This morning, I made some fresh rice dumplings with A-Yuan and the others. They've just come out of the steamer and are still warm! I brought them here for everyone to try."
"Zongzi?" Wen Yu looked at the fruit with pointed corners. There were green leaves on the outside, and it was hard to tell what was inside.
——She had never heard of it.
But what was more attractive than the fruit was Shen Sheng's words, "A Yuan?"
As soon as Wen Yu finished speaking, A Yuan came over.
"Sister Wen!" A crisp cry rang out.
A Yuan came out from the carriage behind Shen Sheng, holding another small bunch of fruits in his arms. It was exactly the same as the one in Shen Sheng's hand except that it was smaller in size.
"I made this for Sister Wen and Brother Song." A Yuan took two steps at a time and went up the stairs, holding the string of rice dumplings high in front of Wen Yu, and said as if presenting a treasure.
"Oh?" Wen Yu was surprised and delighted. She looked at Song Linsheng in disbelief, then back at A Yuan. "For me?"
"Yeah!" A Yuan responded sweetly.
Wen Yu had just taken the string of rice dumplings from A Yuan, and A Zhu followed with the sound of clattering footsteps.
"Sister Wen, Brother Song, and mine." The rice dumplings in Ah Zhu's hands were even more peculiar in shape, each one was round and plump and very cute.
"Thank you, Ah Zhu. You have such skillful hands." Wen Yu rubbed Ah Zhu's hair and praised her with a smile.
Song Linsheng smiled and stood beside Wen Yu.
A sound of "cough cough" broke the silence, and Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked up at the same time.
Yanzi's face was serious and tense, but it was not difficult to see that she was shy. She crossed her arms over her chest. Although she was small in stature, she looked down on others.
Unlike Ayuan and Azhu's enthusiasm and familiarity, Yanzi's lips were stiff and he snorted from his nose -
“I can’t finish it.”
Then he quickly threw the rice dumpling in his hand into Wen Yu's arms, and without waiting for Wen Yu to say anything, he hurriedly stepped into the main gate. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared behind the door.
"Forehead--"
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and then she looked at the extra rice dumplings in her arms. They were more regular and beautiful than those wrapped by Ayuan and Azhu, but she didn't know how they tasted.
Could it be that Yan Zi was wrapped in magic?
Wen Yu stared blankly at Song Linsheng beside her, feeling both amused and helpless.
"Okay, don't stand in front of the door anymore. Let's all go in together." Song Linsheng gestured sideways, "Mr. Shen, please."
Shen Sheng responded without hesitation.
Wen Yu held Ah Zhu in one hand and walked inside, but was suddenly caught by the pattern on Ah Zhu's forehead.
"What is this?" Wen Yu leaned slightly closer to Ah Zhu and saw clearly that there was no pattern on her forehead, but a small "王" character.
"Sister Wen, this is Wang, the king of the big tiger!" Ah Zhu clenched her hands into claws and placed them on both sides of her face. "Awoo! Mr. Shen drew this for me."
"Hmm?" Wen Yu hummed strangely and retracted his jaw hesitantly.
It’s not that she is illiterate, but this king?
"'王' is a tiger's forehead tattoo, and the tiger is the king of all beasts." Song Linsheng spoke up at the right time to answer Wen Yu's questions. "Children should stick the word '王' on their foreheads to ward off evil."
"So that's how it is?" Wen Yu frowned, looking as if he was smiling.
In the past, she thought that she had lived for a thousand years and had been enlightened by her master, and that she was far superior to other spirits, so she was always proud of herself.
She didn't even take seriously the scriptures and cultivation techniques that her master asked her to read.
At the moment, it seems that she is unable to cultivate her magic and spiritual power, and she knows very little about the affairs of the human world.
Wen Yu's cheeks puffed up as he was silently calculating in his mind.
Seeing this, Song Linsheng stopped and looked at Wen Yu with clear eyes.
"Why? Xiaoyu, do you want to paint your forehead too?"
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