Chapter 221 "Xiaoyu, is it okay?"...
She was just taking a nap, it wasn't a big deal, so there was no question of whether to disturb her or not.
"My lady, don't listen to her nonsense." Abai put away the silver basin, fetched clean shoes and socks, and asked Wenyu to change into them. "The master said that there is nothing to do in the afternoon anyway, so please rest up and we can have a drink with you in the evening."
"I'll do it myself." Wen Yu stopped A Bo and took his shoes and socks to fiddle with them herself. "But what is this hairpin and wine drinking you mentioned?"
She seemed not to have heard Song Linsheng mention it, and now she couldn't remember it even if she racked her brains. Could it be that she slept too soundly and forgot about it?
"My lady, have you forgotten? Today is Double Ninth Festival." Abai put down his shoes and socks and busied himself with Wenyu's hair and makeup. "As usual, we should wear flowers and drink together."
"Yes," Ah Zhu leaned against Wen Yu's knees and said mysteriously, "A few days ago, we sent you a lot of white geese lying on the snow and coiled dragon jade flowers. They are all top-notch flowers."
After saying that, A'bo turned to look outside, then quickly whispered in Wen Yu's ear, "I heard the young master spent a long time cultivating this tree! Isn't it just for today's Double Ninth Festival?"
"Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu's expression remained unchanged, but he seemed puzzled. "Then I'll go and take a look."
"Hey!" Ah Zhu suddenly grabbed Wen Yu and stopped her from getting up. "Madam Wen, wait a moment."
Wen Yu stiffened his neck and dared not move. He could only turn his eyes to look left and right at Azhu and Abai.
She ran a hand through her hair and tentatively called out to A-Bo, "It's almost night, why don't you wear your hair in a bun?"
"no!"
“No!”
What was rare was that Abai and Azhu spoke at the same time, which surprised Wenyu.
A-Bo has always been calm and steady, and rarely does he directly contradict her like this.
"Then...then can I ask..." Wen Yu swallowed and looked at Ah Zhu and Ah Bo in front of him with pretended fear, "Why is this happening?"
"Why?"
A'bai seemed to have heard something unbelievable. She held several boxes of jewelry in her hands, picking out items from them and then gesturing in Wen Yu's hair.
"Since the young master has invited the lady to a banquet, shouldn't A-Bo and I dress her up?"
A-Bo smiled without saying anything, letting A-Zhu talk freely. This time she did not stop A-Bo.
"Besides, there are so many people outside, how can I let my wife go out like this?"
As he spoke, Ah Zhu put down the box, as if he had not seen a hairpin that suited his taste.
"Madam, you should still wear the Mingkun hairpin." Abai adjusted the Mingkun hairpin in Wenyu's hair. "The Mingkun hairpin is the best complement to your flowing black hair."
The room was burning with calming agarwood incense, and a little light white smoke rose from the stove.
For a moment, Ling Wenyu could not hear clearly what Abai and Azhu were saying.
"Wait!" Wen Yu raised her hand, stopping the two of them from talking. "Are you saying... there's a courtyard full of people outside?"
Ah Zhu didn't understand what was going on, but she nodded obediently and said, "Yes, Master, Xiyan, Miss Yingxing, as well as the eldest master and Miss Shen who came to the mansion a few days ago, have been sitting outside the courtyard."
"What!" Wen Yu was startled and immediately got down from the ground. "Are you saying they've been waiting for me outside for several hours?"
After saying that, Wen Yu rushed out in her slippers without waiting for Ah Zhu's reply.
Only Azhu and Abai's shouts were left behind.
"Madam Wen, wait for me!"
"My lady, watch your step—"
Wen Yu pretended not to hear anything, and hurriedly walked around the green wutong screen and went out the door.
Oh my God, how could she be sleeping in the house while someone was waiting outside?
If it was Xiyan and Yu Chang, it would be fine, since they were used to playing together anyway. But Sister Chen Chuo and Young Master Song had only been here for a few days, how could she be so rude?
She was not concerned about her own face. After all, to her, those illusory things were never important.
But what should Song Linsheng do...
Thinking of this, Wen Yu hurriedly raised his foot and pulled up his heel while running, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the door.
At such close distance, Wen Yu reached out and pulled without hesitation——
In an instant, it seemed as if someone was pushing the door from outside.
Wen Yu's originally prepared strength was completely wasted, leaving her hands empty and her heart in shock. In addition, she was wearing slippers, so her feet had no strength to move. She immediately lost her balance and fell backwards.
"Mrs. Wen!" Azhu and Abai, who followed, exclaimed in surprise.
Wen Yu closed his eyes resignedly, unable to help muttering in his heart.
Did the master just pick up this body of hers at Houchun Mountain?
How come it's not like her at all? She either falls flat on her face today or falls flat on her face tomorrow.
But the expected scenario did not happen.
A pair of warm arms passed through her waist, and as the breeze blew, a cold yet soft fragrance rushed into her nose.
Wen Yu frowned and tentatively opened one eye.
Song Linsheng's face with a slight smile came into view.
The autumn sun was like strands of golden thread, crawling along Song Linsheng's back into the threshold, enveloping him in a halo of warm light, like a passing rosy cloud or a slanting dusk.
The afterglow dotted Song Linsheng's forehead, making his skin look like jade and his face like snow, and giving him a sense of exquisiteness and translucence.
Wen Yu thought to himself that he looked like a delicate figure carved out of jade.
"Xiaoyu, be careful." Song Linsheng's eyebrows were soft and his voice was smooth, but it was still not difficult to hear the worry in his voice.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu blinked her eyes, as if she was a little dazed. When she came to her senses, she quickly responded, "Hmm!"
Song Linsheng helped Wen Yu stand up, and the two stood facing each other. Coincidentally, Abai and Azhu, who had followed behind, also rushed to Wen Yu's side.
"Madam Wen, Master." After the greetings, Abai thought about helping Wen Yu tidy up her clothes.
Song Linsheng leaned forward with his head lowered, looking intently at Wen Yu. Her fair face and clothes, set against the warm yellow tones of autumn, made her as beautiful as a figure that only appeared in spring.
"Go out, I'm here."
A'bai paused, turned his eyes to look at A'zhu, said nothing more, and hurried out the door.
Finally, Ah Zhu's eyes moved, and he raised his hand to close the door.
Wen Yu looked at Azhu and winked at her before closing the door, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.
People say there is still a hot summer in autumn, so she must be feeling hot, right?
"Xiaoyu, why are you in such a hurry to come out?" Song Linsheng lowered his eyes, his gaze passing over the edge of Wenyu's skirt, "Hmm?"
"I..." Wen Yu shrank back, feeling a bit bewildered. "I don't know if you..."
Wen Yu hesitated and couldn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time.
Song Lin's eyes were as gentle as water, and he still smiled lightly, "It's okay to know, no need to worry."
Xiaoyu has been sitting in the clinic seeing patients for months. Now that she finally has a day off, it's time for her to have a good rest.
"Hmm." Wen Yu pursed her lips and nodded in response, "Then let's get out quickly? Don't keep everyone waiting."
"No hurry." Song Linsheng's eyes were indifferent, but his smile was deep. "There is still one thing that is not finished."
Wen Yu looked up at Song Linsheng, confused by his words for a moment.
She belatedly raised her hand to touch her hair and Ming Kun, and did not find a single mess on them, and her clothes were neat and tidy with nothing wrong with them.
Although I didn't have to dress up as A-Bo expected, it was definitely not rude.
"Song Linsheng..." Wen Yu checked and looked up at Song Linsheng again, "Why..."
Song Linsheng's eyes darkened, and he raised his foot and moved closer to Wen Yu step by step.
The gap between the two of them was getting smaller and smaller, closer and closer, and only the golden light jumping on the stained glass window lattice could pass through it.
Wen Yu lowered her jaw, and seeing Song Linsheng's chest approaching, she couldn't help swallowing.
Normally, even if Song Linsheng held her hand, it wouldn't matter. But ever since she came back from the ridge last time, she always felt that even if Song Linsheng was just close to her, she would feel... a little uneasy...
Wen Yu's face was as calm as a lake, but her heart was beating like a drum. She was at a loss. Just as she was about to reach out to push Song Linsheng away, her body suddenly felt lighter and she was picked up by him sideways.
"Hey! Song Linsheng——"
For some reason, Wen Yu felt his heart stagnate and even his breathing slowed down.
There seemed to be a reckless heat in her chest that was wandering around but couldn't find an outlet. It made her feel so suffocated that her whole body ached and she had to stay in an extremely tense state.
Song Linsheng...had carried her sideways like this before.
But this time seems to be different from before.
What exactly has changed?
"You...what are you doing?" Wen Yu hunched her shoulders, clasping her hands to her chest, not knowing what to do for a moment. "I, I..."
Song Linsheng had a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be still calm and composed.
But his bright red ears and rosy cheeks betrayed his turbulent emotions at the moment.
"Xiaoyu, you shouldn't ask me what to do." Song Linsheng suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, "You should ask me how you will do it."
Wen Yu's mind went blank. After hearing what Song Linsheng said, she actually thought about it for a while and then asked, "What should I do?"
Song Linsheng pondered for a moment, then lowered his eyes and answered Wen Yu very seriously, "Well... I heard that under normal circumstances like this, Xiaoyu should put her hand on my neck."
An atmosphere of silence spread between the two of them, leaving only the subtle breathing on the surface and the frantic heartbeat underneath.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu didn't even think about Song Linsheng's intentions, and she reached out and hooked her hands around his neck, "Okay..."
When their eyes met, Song Linsheng's cheeks turned as red as blood and looked so beautiful.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng without blinking with a pair of clear eyes, and tightened the strength of her palms, as if to remind Song Linsheng that she was ready.
Song Linsheng's neck stiffened, his heart surged, and beneath the calm lake-like appearance was a swirling vortex. Only he himself managed to maintain the superficial calm.
He knows what he is doing.
"Ahem." Song Linsheng turned his eyes away and coughed lightly, as if trying hard to hide something. "Xiaoyu, maybe... you can rely on me."
Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and she nodded as if she understood, and then she pressed against Song Linsheng's chest.
The constant heat was transmitted to Wen Yu's face through the clothes, like a burning fire.
It is clearly the autumn sun, the wind is cool and the frost is cold, but it feels like the height of summer, with unbearable heat.
Song Linsheng tensed his body and stood as straight as a pine or cypress, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, making him look so relaxed and unrestrained, as if everything was under control.
The incense burner was still burning, with a faint white mist escaping, then rising and swirling, stirring people's hearts as the subtle fragrance floated.
Wen Yu pressed herself against Song Linsheng's chest, lowering her eyes, and she was still a little dazed until Song Linsheng moved and placed her on the soft couch by the window.
Song Linsheng half-knelt, looking up at Wen Yu. In his hands were the shoes that Wen Yu had not been able to put on in her haste.
At this moment, he was looking at Wen Yu with extremely pious and gentle eyes, as if he was looking at the god that belonged to him.
"Xiaoyu, is it okay?"
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