Chapter 181: What kind of magic did I give Song Linsheng?
Like a ripple in a deep and calm ancient well, a gentle smile broke out on Song Linsheng's face.
It wasn't a joke, nor was it a formality. It seemed like a perfectly normal thing, but Song Linsheng asked very seriously.
"Me?" Wen Yu paused, pointed at the tip of his nose, and said, "Paint my forehead?"
After receiving Song Linsheng's affirmative nod, Wen Yu blinked in disbelief.
"But isn't the forehead painted for children?" Wen Yu lowered his head and touched Ah Zhu's hair, looking at the small character "王" on her forehead, seemingly puzzled.
"Since he's not a child anymore, can't his forehead be painted?" Song Linsheng tilted his head and asked softly.
His black hair tied behind his head was like brocade, sliding down to his shoulders, and some of it fell softly to his chest, contrasting with his moon-white clothes, like a gradually fading ink painting.
——I’m afraid that even the works of famous masters cannot have such vivid charm.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment by the delicate and exquisite figure, and she didn't know how to refute the question in his words.
"Haha, isn't it true that children can't have their foreheads painted?" Ah Zhu repeated it with a smile, and also tilted her head to look at Wen Yu.
"You, you guys..." Wen Yu's eyelashes flickered, and she blinked several times in a moment. "I, I..."
Song Linsheng smiled widely, looking very happy, much more lively than usual, like a character in a painting jumping out of the paper, free from the constraints of rules and regulations, finally free to move as he pleased.
He was not teasing Xiaoyu, he just wanted Xiaoyu to know that there was no age, gender, or any other restrictions.
If you like it, just do it.
"Hmm?" Song Linsheng hummed softly, with the ending tone rising, his eyes shining in anticipation of Wen Yu's response.
Although it was a bright day, there seemed to be thousands of stars twinkling in Song Linsheng's eyes.
Wen Yu's heart moved. When did she start to become more passive in front of Song Linsheng?
Now he dared to joke with her openly and without any concealment!
Good job, Song Linsheng, I’m afraid he has learned bad things from Xi Yan.
His mind was in a state of flux, and even Wen Yu himself could hardly guess what he was thinking at the moment. But in a flash, Wen Yu suddenly smiled.
"Me? I'm strong and healthy, so I don't need this to ward off evil or disaster."
Wen Yu spoke these words in a tactful and pleasant way, and it was unknown how many tones he used.
As he spoke, Wen Yu's scrutinizing gaze fell on Song Linsheng's face.
"But you..." Wen Yu changed the subject, and a thought flashed through his mind in an instant.
"Falling into the water today, hot and cold tomorrow, Master Xiao Song is so frail—"
Wen Yu pursed her lips tightly to make herself look more solemn, as if she was afraid that a smile would slip out if she wasn't careful.
"How about I draw a character for king on your forehead to help you ward off evil and avoid disaster?"
Although she was joking, her words were genuine.
Since she arrived in Jiangyang, it seemed... Song Linsheng had indeed been plagued by numerous disasters, illnesses, and troubles. He had fallen while climbing a mountain, and was buried in a river...
Hmm... Wen Yu paused.
Wasn't she here to help Song Linsheng live a safe and healthy life, to make up for the disasters and illnesses brought about by the damage to the longevity branch?
Why does it seem now that things are somewhat different from what she originally expected, and even seem to be drifting further and further away?
Her mind was frozen, and Wen Yu's forced calm expression almost cracked. She suddenly realized the urgency of the matter.
Could it be that the disaster brought about by the damage to the Shouyuan Branch cannot be easily changed, and even her spirit body is powerless and unable to interfere?
How could this happen? She had to go back and ask her master or Chi Huang to feel at ease.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu lost her joking mood and replied in a hurry, "It's okay, it's okay. The cure for illness and disaster is not just on the forehead."
But before she finished speaking, Song Linsheng immediately agreed.
"Okay, Xiaoyu is right. It would be even better if Xiaoyu could draw it herself."
Song Linsheng's smiling eyes were like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, very clear and bright.
He agreed in a relaxed tone, without a trace of embarrassment or reluctance, but instead looked extremely honored.
Wen Yu collected his thoughts and was about to leave, but he suddenly heard these words and couldn't help being stunned.
"Hmm?" After hearing it clearly, Wen Yu's heart moved, "Ah? Are you serious?"
"A gentleman's word is his bond." Song Linsheng nodded affirmatively.
"Song Linsheng, you..." Wen Yu paused and stared at Song Linsheng blankly.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng just stood face to face, neither of them said anything, looking at each other in silence, but it seemed as if all had passed and there was no need for explanation.
A breeze blew across the threshold, carrying the bitter and sweet aroma of mugwort, gently sweeping over the robes of the two people. When the hems of their skirts fluttered, the goose yellow and moon white overlapped together, and the white leaves and yellow stamens looked like a bunch of blooming daffodils.
Looking at myself in the water, I can’t hide my excitement.
In the courtyard, there is a fragrant pond.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, the ground is covered with golden light, which is a rare good weather. In addition, the Xunfang Pond has gurgling water and stands in the rocks. It is not stuffy and hot, and there are birds singing to accompany you.
It is a perfect location that Mr. Song chose for the banquet.
It was not time for the meal to start yet, and everyone was gathering in groups of three or four to play.
Shen Sheng took A Yuan, A Zhu and the others to shoot the Five Poisons and learn some new characters. Xi Yan, A Zhu and A Bo were knitting something together. Song Bo led the kitchen servants to wrap rice dumplings under the corridor, while Yan Zi covered her face with rice dumpling leaves and half-reclined on the rockery to bask in the sun.
Wen Yu couldn't help but smile. The yard was getting more and more crowded and lively.
Turning her head back, she saw Song Linsheng sitting in front of her with great obedience, and on the table beside her were the colored pencils and paints that she had just found to wash the inkstone.
Orange, yellow, tangerine, green, all kinds of colors are available.
"Have you thought it through, Master Xiao Song?" Wen Yu picked up the tip of the pen and moved it back and forth across the different color palettes. "You can't regret it after you put pen to paper."
Song Linsheng is naturally not the kind of person who goes back on his word.
But Wen Yu really couldn't imagine what Song Linsheng's fair and handsome face would look like with the word "king" painted on his forehead.
"Of course, I won't regret it."
Song Linsheng half-closed his eyes, his long raven-feather eyelashes casting a small shadow on him. Seeing that Wen Yu was fully prepared, he leaned forward slightly so as not to make Wen Yu too tired.
Wen Yu looked at the magnified face in front of her. It was a figure with skin as delicate as cream, deep eyebrows and eyes, like a jade sculpture.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Yu was no longer polite and picked up the brush and dipped it in the bright gold paint.
As the king of beasts, it is natural that he should choose a color that matches his aura.
Wen Yu had just made a move, but still felt a little uncomfortable, so she moved forward and then raised one hand to hold Song Linsheng's cheek.
It feels slightly cool to the touch, and then gradually gets warmer.
One horizontal line, two horizontal lines...
Wen Yu held his breath and wrote carefully, as if he was holding in his hands a treasure that was extremely precious yet extremely fragile in the world, and he did not dare to move even a little bit.
Although she had slowed down her breathing, the hot air from her nose still continued to blow on Song Linsheng's cheek.
Song Linsheng's breathing stagnated, and a faint light flashed in his eyes hidden under his eyelashes.
Although he didn't say anything, the raised corners of his lips betrayed his good mood.
"alright!"
After the last stroke was completed, Wen Yu put down the paintbrush and looked at Song Linsheng's face from left to right.
Not bad, at least it wasn’t drawn crooked.
The light golden strokes were natural and smooth, unlike her previous handwriting that looked like an ant returning home.
Wen Yu looked at it again and again with great satisfaction, then took a bronze mirror from the side and held it in front of Song Linsheng so that he could see it himself.
"Master Xiao Song, how is it?"
Song Linsheng's face was calm and he was smiling. He didn't seem embarrassed at all. Instead, he was concentrating on appreciating it carefully.
Xiaoyu's handwriting is becoming more and more timeless and beautiful, with both charm and elegance, and it looks very nice.
It seems that no matter what it is, whether it is reading or writing, Xiaoyu always learns it quickly.
It won't take long before you are far superior to him.
"Very good, I like this gift Xiaoyu gave me very much." Song Linsheng answered affirmatively.
His words were sincere and his attitude was genuine, without any falsehood, which showed that he really liked the word "Wang" that Xiaoyu painted for his forehead.
Yan Zi, who was lying on her back on the rocks, didn't even lift her eyelids when she heard this. She was still dozing with the rice leaves covering her face, and she just turned over lightly.
He really didn't understand what kind of magic potion Wen Yu had given Song Linsheng to make him so confused.
What kind of gift is that? It’s just a child’s toy. It’s okay for Shen Sheng to coax Ayuan and Azhu.
You are just a mortal who has never seen the world.
Wen Yu tilted her head to glance in Yan Zi's direction, assuming that he was sleeping soundly, and ignored his movements.
Turning back, Wen Yu pursed her lips and chuckled, then stopped laughing and suddenly said seriously:
"I really hope that you will be like the king of beasts, protected from all evil spirits, and live a safe, healthy, and smooth life!"
After giving a lot of instructions and requests, Wen Yu still seemed unsatisfied.
Song Linsheng, you must be fine.
Song Linsheng, who was sitting opposite him, nodded and agreed solemnly, "With the blessing of Xiaoyu's forehead painted by hand, I will definitely be able to ward off evil and avoid disaster, and bring good luck and fortune."
A smooth life is too long, he just hopes to be with Xiaoyu now.
"I also have a gift for Xiaoyu."
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Wen Yu asked again uncertainly. Her "big gift" was just a spur-of-the-moment thought, but did Song Linsheng really prepare a gift for her?
Ahem, why do I feel a little guilty...
"Wait a moment, Xiaoyu."
Song Linsheng turned sideways, took out something from his wide sleeves, and then presented it to Wen Yu.
A... bulging...
Wen Yu blinked and spoke hesitantly, "This is..."
"Ah, this is..." Song Linsheng's face flushed, "This is... a sachet."
Song Linsheng held it in both hands and brought it to Wen Yu. It was clearly a sachet, not some other fragile object, so he held it very carefully.
Wen Yu lowered her eyes and looked carefully. The green one in front of her...
Let's call it a sachet.
The sachet before me was made entirely of green and yellow. It had two small horns on its round head, and was edged with golden silk thread. A few colorful strings and a dark brown wooden plaque hung from its hem, inscribed with:
Happy Dragon Boat Festival and good luck every year.
It's a good idea, but...
Wen Yu looked left and right, but still couldn't figure out what this thing was... Well, it's hard to say.
"This is?"
Just as Wen Yu was about to ask something, Xi Yan came over.
"It's a dragon!"
Xiyan held the colorful silk thread he had just made in his arms, placed it on the table, and then continued what Wenyu had said.
Then, without waiting for Wen Yu to say anything, he leaned over mysteriously and said, "How is it, Madam Wen? It looks very good, doesn't it?"
He was washing the inkstone happily, with a look of pride between his eyebrows.
This was made by his young master who spent several nights sewing it stitch by stitch. There is only one of its kind in the world and no other place sells it.
"Dragon?" Wen Yu's lips moved in astonishment. "How can a dragon look like this?"
Song Linsheng was silent for a moment, and began to carefully examine the small dragon sachet in his hand.
"Xiaoyu, have you ever seen a dragon?"
"Hmm..." Wen Yu murmured softly, frowning, as if she was really thinking carefully.
Once upon a time in the Temple of Spring, she heard Chi Huang say that there was a giant dragon in the East Heaven, which seemed to be the mount of a certain god, named... Dan Qing.
She and Chi Huang had once met him by chance. He was covered in scales and had a green glow. Even when he was asleep, he was still very captivating.
But I have never seen which god his master is.
Anyway, the dragon... definitely doesn't look like the one in the sachet in front of me.
Wen Yu muttered quietly in her heart, but when she spoke out, she had a different opinion -
"Of course not!" She blinked exaggeratedly. "That's a dragon. Where can I see it? A painting or a calendar?"
Song Linsheng's expression was calm, and it was unknown what he was thinking as his eyes turned.
Xiyan, who was standing by, was muttering indignantly, "Since Madam Wen has never seen a dragon, then just assume it's just like this! This is the work of the young master, stitch by stitch—"
"Wash the inkstone." Song Linsheng glanced at him and stopped him.
"Song Linsheng?"
Wen Yu's five senses were originally different from those of ordinary people and extremely sensitive. Even though Song Linsheng tried to stop her, Xi Yan's words still fell into her ears.
"You made this yourself?"
Wen Yu stared at Song Linsheng without blinking, as if afraid of missing any trace of his expression.
"My skills are not very good, please forgive me, Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng bit his lower lip, as if he wanted to say something to make amends.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu moved and grabbed the little dragon sachet.
"Xiaoyu?"
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