Chapter 233: Perhaps, he is not completely ignorant...
Guan'an Lane, Song Residence.
When the first ray of morning light scatters, it just happens to fall along the eaves onto the magnolia tree in the yard.
The pale golden halo awakened Xiyan. He turned his head and looked outside, and saw the pink and white magnolia in full bloom.
Another night has passed...
Xiyan turned around and looked at Song Linsheng, who showed no signs of waking up. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: Magnolia can bloom overnight, how come the young master hasn't woken up for several nights...
Wait! Before Xi Yan could worry about it, he suddenly froze as if frightened, turned his head and looked out again.
It's only September now and autumn has just begun. How come the magnolia is blooming at this time of year?
Besides, he was the one who transplanted this magnolia for the young master himself. How could he not know when this variety of magnolia should bloom?
Xiyan suddenly felt a little uneasy, but also a little excited. The magnolia bloomed early. Could it be an auspicious sign?
But when she turned around and looked at the young man lying motionless on the bed, the smile on Xiyan's face froze, and she could only stand up with a drooping brow and push open the stained glass window.
The magnolia is in full bloom, it would be nice if you could take a look at it.
After finishing this task, Xiyan walked out the door. Outside the window, under the eaves, there was a clay pot he had made to boil medicine.
He had to personally handle the young master's medicine to feel at ease, but the kitchen was too far away, and he also had to take care of the young master's injuries. This way, it was a win-win situation.
He washed the inkstone quickly, and soon the medicine for today was boiled. A thick, white, and light mist rose up, and the bitter and sweet aroma of the medicine gradually spread.
Just as he could let go of his work, Uncle Song was already waiting outside the yard with breakfast. He washed his inkstone, wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief, and hurried out to greet him.
As the sound of the footsteps of the person washing the inkstone gradually faded away, the courtyard, which was already extremely quiet, became even quieter. Only the rustling sound of magnolia petals blown by the breeze could be heard occasionally, but it was not noisy in the distance.
It seemed like he had been walking alone for a long time in the endless and long night. When this slight sound mixed with the fragrance of flowers came, Song Linsheng seemed to finally have a direction.
He dragged his heavy steps in pursuit of the sound, but the intermittent sound of the wind could not completely separate him from the darkness.
No, Xiaoyu is still waiting for him!
So he rushed forward, heading in the direction of the wind, struggling with all his might—
He must find Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu is still waiting for him.
He must find...
"Xiaoyu!"
Song Linsheng's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility in the courtyard.
At the same time, a "ding" sound was heard outside, as if some porcelain was broken.
Song Linsheng glanced around and saw that there was no one in the inner room, so he looked outside in the direction of the sound, but before he could see anything clearly, he raised his sleeve to wipe his eyes.
He had slept for too long, so the weak morning light was too dazzling for him.
It's like when the sky suddenly breaks, night and dawn are only separated by a thin line, and light and shadow are also fleeting.
After getting a little more accustomed, Song Linsheng slowly withdrew his hands and half-sat up on the edge of the bed.
Looking out from the half-open window, the pink and white magnolias are in full bloom, and the clusters of flowers look like a cloud of mist. The strong and powerful branches embrace the flowers and hold them to the most suitable position to absorb light.
Song Linsheng's eyes froze. It seemed that it was not the season for magnolia to bloom.
"Master!" Xi Yan looked at the figure in white clothes lying on the couch and shouted in surprise and joy, "Master, you're awake!"
Golden light leaped in from the window lattice and hit half of Song Linsheng's face, adding a bit of rosy color to his fair face.
As Xiyan's cry was heard, Song Linsheng turned his head and looked down.
The person standing under the magnolia tree was Xiyan with shining eyes, and the broken bowls and plates scattered on the ground at his feet must be the source of the "ding--" sound.
Song Linsheng was a little confused for a moment. Seeing Xiyan almost jumping up on the spot and about to flip in through the window, he frowned slightly.
"No, no!" Xi Yan put down his hand that was clinging to the window sill, "Sir, wait for me. I'll come in through the main door."
Even after Xiyan's figure left the window, Song Linsheng still refused to look back, still gazing thoughtfully at the pink and white magnolia in the yard.
Was everything that just happened a dream?
He only remembered that he was patrolling the Yuan River that day and fell off the embankment due to a moment of carelessness. What happened afterwards was a little vague.
"Sir! Are you feeling okay?" Xi Yan hurried to Song Linsheng's bedside, but without waiting for long, he turned around and left, "I'll ask Uncle Song to ask the doctor to take his pulse!"
Song Linsheng was hesitant in his heart, and the question he had always wanted to ask but hadn't asked came out of his mouth immediately -
"Don't we have the best doctor in Jiangyang at home? Why do we need to hire one from outside?"
Before he lost consciousness that day, he seemed to hear Xi Yan muttering "Madam Wen, go find Madam Wen!", although he couldn't remember what happened afterwards...
But now that he woke up, why didn't he see Xiyan go to Guanwuyuan to invite Xiaoyu first?
"Wash the inkstone, where's Xiaoyu?"
From the moment he woke up, he knew that this time was different from usual.
In the past, no matter whether he was asleep or drowning, even if it was just a trivial matter, Xiaoyu would always refuse to rest and would stay by his side until he opened his eyes.
Since returning to Jiangyang, every time he struggled in the darkness, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Xiaoyu.
And today, that person is Xiyan.
From the moment he saw Xiyan standing under the magnolia tree, he knew that this was not a simple matter.
"Young Master..." Xi Yan's expression paused, and even his voice dropped a bit, but in the blink of an eye he continued, "Young Master, please listen to me first--".
Song Linsheng's face was calm, weak but not pretentious. He answered word by word, "Tell the truth."
Xiyan was about to say something, but his expression changed immediately after hearing this.
"Young Master—"
Seeing Song Linsheng's furrowed brows, Xiyan swallowed back the speech he had prepared.
"That day..."
As the sun got higher and higher, but there was no news coming from inside, the people guarding outside the clinic became a little anxious.
Except for Yu Chang and Mu Tong who were still able to stand still, even Xi Yan was turning around in panic.
"Why isn't it getting better yet?"
Xiyan looked inside again and again, but the straw curtain that blocked his view kept him out. In his extreme anxiety, he didn't care about anything else and just muttered out loud.
"No problem, it will be fine with Madam Wen."
Just when he was at a loss, he suddenly heard several reports from behind. He turned around and saw Chen Mian talking to Lord Mu.
"Sir! Sir!" Chen Mian came hurriedly with a lot of utensils and bags, followed by Mrs. Wen who came to visit after hearing the news. "The medicinal herbs are here, and they are all the best ones."
Mu Tong nodded, and then washed the inkstone and greeted him again.
Xiyan looked grateful, but he was still anxious in his heart. He paced back and forth in front of the door without stopping for a moment.
"But now, how to use the medicine still depends on Madam Wen's decision. If the herbs arrive but the prescription hasn't, then no matter how good the herbs are, it's all in vain."
"Xiyan." Yu Chang frowned, raised his sleeve and grabbed Xiyan's right shoulder to force him to stop, "Please be patient."
"Master Mu, Master Chen." Xi Yan turned around and glanced at Yu Chang, then suddenly softened his voice, "I'm sorry, I was just anxious..."
Mu Tong and Chen Mian would naturally not care about these trivial matters. Moreover, they were also concerned about the safety of Lord Song, so why would they make things difficult for Xi Yan at this time?
Yu Chang had no time to listen to their polite exchanges. He just cast his deep gaze on the gently swaying straw curtain.
There was no wind at this time, only the scorching sun, so why was the curtain moving?
Yu Chang's eyes moved, and he understood in his heart.
Waiting for Madam Wen to make a decision? Xi Yan was afraid he wouldn't be able to wait that long.
He was not washing the inkstone, so he didn't have to lift the curtain to find out what was going on inside.
"Wash the inkstone." Yu Chang opened and closed his lips and called softly.
"Miss Yingying, I know." Xiyan wiped the back of his neck anxiously, his tone full of apology, "I will wait patiently."
"I'm not asking you to wait, I'm asking you to go in and take a look." Yu Chang turned his head and gave Xi Yan a wink.
Xi Yan was originally thinking it was strange, but when he met Yu Chang's eyes, he suddenly understood and came to his senses.
…
Hearing this, Song Linsheng's heart sank, and he suddenly clenched the quilt in his hand. He looked at Xi Yan with a serious look in his eyes, "What happened next?"
Xiyan's palm, which was originally intended to pinch the corner of the quilt for Song Linsheng, was empty, and he didn't dare to look directly into his master's eyes.
His eyes wandered as he answered in a low voice, "Later... I lifted the curtain and walked in, but I saw only the young master inside, and..."
At this moment, the medicine in the clay pot outside the window was boiling and gurgling.
Song Linsheng and Xi Yan both looked over there, and a pale white smoke rose up, covering the magnolia branches with a hazy color.
Xiyan suddenly stopped talking, hurriedly stood up, went out to take down the pottery jar, put the medicine in a porcelain bowl and brought it into the house.
"And this prescription."
Song Linsheng's gaze slid down from the inkstone and looked at the white porcelain bowl.
The brown medicine soup was swaying in the bowl, with hot steam constantly rising from it, and there was no sign of it calming down.
He felt increasingly uneasy, and his eyes looked back at the inkstone through a layer of mist.
Under his unyielding gaze, the latter gradually tightened her grip on the carved tray containing the medicine bowl, and then answered word by word:
"Madam Wen...is missing."
"you--"
Xiyan's answer was not unexpected, but Song Linsheng still felt a pain in his heart. Even though it confirmed his guess, he was unwilling to believe it and dared not believe it.
"What did you say?"
Although this was a question, Song Linsheng did not intend to get any answer from Xiyan.
After saying this, Song Linsheng immediately raised his hand that was holding the corner of the quilt, and in a flash he lifted the quilt and was about to get off the ground and walk.
Just as he had said in his dream, he must find Xiaoyu.
"Young Master!" Xi Yan hurriedly placed the medicine on the table beside him and reached out to help Song Linsheng. "Young Master, take care of your wound."
Song Linsheng paused when he heard this.
Xiyan thought he was getting distracted again, and hurriedly advised, "Sir, slow down, slow down. I'm not trying to stop you, but..."
Song Linsheng didn't hear what he said next.
only……
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and glanced at himself. There were no less than ten bandaged wounds of varying sizes all over his body, but when he suddenly stood up, he didn't feel any pain.
Judging from the way he fell, his injuries should be more serious than this.
Sweeping his eyes over the medicine on the table, Song Linsheng felt puzzled.
He knew Xiaoyu was a skilled doctor, a miracle worker, but could a bowl of medicine really have such an effect? How could he recover so well after just a few days of lying down?
Song Linsheng put on his outer robe and walked out. When he passed by the window, he took a deep look at the magnolia in the courtyard.
He didn't believe that there was such a magical medicine in the world.
I'm afraid Xiaoyu also paid something else.
"Young Master? Young Master!" Xi Yan hurried after him, looking terrified. "I've already sent people to look for Madam Wen, and Lord Mu has also ordered people from the government office to search for Madam Wen's whereabouts..."
Song Linsheng's expression did not change at all. He did not even turn around to look at Xi Yan. He walked straight to the door without stopping.
"Any results?"
Xiyan was suddenly choked up. He wanted to say something more, but in the end he could only answer dejectedly, "No."
Song Linsheng didn't even raise his eyebrows. He had known this would happen, otherwise Xiaoyu would not be away from home today.
The sunlight was just right, like gold foil stepping into the threshold and covering half of the room.
He moved very quickly, walking out from the shadows in just three or two steps. When he stepped into the golden light, he was in front of the door in the blink of an eye.
Xiyan fell a few steps behind, closely following the back of his master, but saw him suddenly stop just one step away from the threshold.
"Young Master, be careful." Xi Yan chased him to his side and patiently advised, "Why don't you drink the medicine first and go later?"
The magnolia flowers bloomed freely and busily, but without saying a word. The courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.
Song Linsheng's eyes flickered as he saw a woman standing with her hands behind her back under the tree, which had been empty just now.
It's water chestnut.
Or rather, it was Yu Chang.
Yu Chang turned sideways to face the magnolia in the courtyard, and looked up at the pink and white magnolia thoughtfully. It was in its most beautiful and eye-catching state.
He only knew that Wen Yu was a plant spirit, but he didn't know that its spiritual power would have such an effect that it could make the flower tree bloom early.
"Miss Xingxing!" Xiyan leaned forward, his tone not without surprise, "Why are you here?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Chang nodded along with Xi Yan, then turned and glanced at Song Linsheng. His eyes moved over the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and he spoke in his same light, cold tone, "Awake?"
It can be said to be concise and to the point.
For some unknown reason, Song Linsheng suddenly didn't know how to respond. The indifference and calmness on the face of the person in front of him made him feel extremely irritated.
"Xingxing... Sister." Song Linsheng spoke softly, his usual polite and distant voice. "I'm about to go out to look for Xiaoyu. I wonder if Sister knows where Xiaoyu is now?"
He knew that the person in front of him was not Yingying, nor was she Xiaoyu's sister, but now he had to seize every opportunity to find out Xiaoyu's whereabouts.
No matter what method.
Yu Chang seemed oblivious to Song Linsheng's words, not even his eyebrows twitching. He simply looked Song Linsheng up and down and replied to himself, "As long as he wakes up."
Seeing that he can run, move and breathe, he probably won't die.
After saying this, without waiting for Song Linsheng and Xi Yan's reaction, Yu Chang turned around and left, stepping out of the courtyard in a few steps.
His figure disappeared behind the door leaf, and the corner of his light blue clothes also disappeared without a trace.
"Eh——" Xiyan only had time to make a sound, but he didn't say anything complete.
Song Linsheng didn't care. He walked down the stairs in two or three steps and walked to the magnolia tree. "Xiyan, you stay and clean up this place. I..."
"Master, I know you want to go find Madam Wen." Xi Yan hurried after him, his face full of reluctance. "But your injuries haven't healed yet, so it's really hard to move. What's more, you don't know anything about Madam Wen's whereabouts. Where can we go to find her?"
It is always difficult to have both in this world, Xiyan sighed in his heart.
Song Linsheng stood where Yu Chang had just stood, looking up in the same direction—
The pink and white flowers look like a cloud of smoke.
Such fiery colors, such vigorous vitality.
A breeze suddenly blows, and the branches of flowers sway in the wind.
Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled, and his mind turned back. He stared at the magnolia tree in front of him very intently and did not turn around to look at the inkstone.
"Perhaps, I... am not completely ignorant."
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