Chapter 246: The Fairy Sister Who Often Treats Me to Dinner...
Snow falls on the white tiles and the soup boils red. It is freezing cold outside, but inside Guanwuyuan it is warm like spring, not like winter.
Wen Yu was leaning on the soft couch in front of the window, her lower body wrapped in a brocade quilt embroidered with magnolia patterns, and her back covered with a white fox fur coat. Her braids on both sides hung down in front of her chest, and she wore a pair of furry ear warmers. She only had a pair of eyes looking at Song Linsheng who was sitting opposite her.
Through the mist rising from the hot tea, Song Lin's jade-like face seemed to be covered with a vague white veil, hazy and implicit, as if revealing but not revealing.
He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe. Although he also had a cloak with twisted silver threads on his shoulders, it was only draped loosely. Compared with Wen Yu, it was really thin.
The heater was burning brightly, emitting wisps of hot steam, causing beads of sweat to continuously form on Wen Yu's forehead.
She already had divine energy protecting her body, and now she was wrapped in three layers of armor...
"Song Linsheng..." Wen Yu shrugged and gestured to him, "I'm really not cold..."
Song Linsheng looked up from the scroll in his hand and, smiling, comforted the grumbling Wen Yu. "If you're not cold, you can take it off."
After saying that, Song Linsheng put the unfinished scroll aside, raised his sleeve and turned over the white rice cake that was sizzling on the small ceramic stove beside the table.
"Really?" Wen Yu's eyes lit up immediately after hearing his words. "That's almost right—"
But before she finished her words, Song Linsheng held the lid of the teacup and skimmed off the foam on it, looking at the Jingting Green Snow rippling in it, and then turned his wrist to pour the green tea into another small cup.
"I'll just close the window." Song Linsheng kept moving his hands as he pushed the newly filled cup of tea towards Wen Yu. "What do you think, Xiaoyu?"
"How can that be?" Wen Yu sat up straight from her forward lean and quickly retorted, "I chose to sit by the window today just to enjoy the magnificent view of snow falling and red plum blossoms. If I close the window, how can I—"
Wen Yu was anxious, so she spoke very quickly, but when she saw the smile on Song Linsheng's face that seemed to melt away the ice and snow, she realized it belatedly.
He made no attempt to close the window.
"You're so good, Song Linsheng." Wen Yu wrinkled her nose and said in a tone that seemed both angry and angry, "How did you also learn how to wash the inkstone..."
"Hey—" The voice of Xi Yan came from outside the window, "This has nothing to do with me, Madam Wen."
Wen Yu puffed up his cheeks and unwillingly tightened a corner of his fox fur coat. After looking at Song Linsheng, he turned his head to look outside.
The rime was thick and the snow was falling like porcelain. Through the window frames and pillars, the Guanwu Courtyard was now covered in white inside and outside.
Xiyan stood in front of the window, burning a warm stove, on top of which he roasted chestnuts and persimmons that he had collected from the mountains in late spring.
"I dare not teach you anything, sir." At this moment he was laughing and chatting with Wen Yu.
The person who was hunched over and lying on the porch, looking into the yard, was Ah Zhu, who had been busy for a long time and finally had set up a half-sized bamboo basket in the snow to catch birds with Xi Yan.
There were some broken grains scattered under the bamboo basket, which was supported by a tree branch. The cotton thread connected to the branch went all the way down to the eaves and was held firmly in Azhu's hand.
"Hush! Keep your voice down!" Ah Zhu stared intently at the bamboo basket without even turning his head, but he also did not forget to refute, "How dare you say you don't have it? Who is it that always buys storybooks for you, young master?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yu, who was still in a state of confusion, had his eyes flash, and his questioning gaze immediately focused on Xi Yan's face.
"How could that be?" Xi Yan looked from left to right at Wen Yu and then at Ah Zhu, like a tabby cat whose tail had been stepped on, and immediately got angry. "Sister Bai, look at her, you have to testify for me!"
He hurriedly asked for help from the usually calm A-Bo.
A'bai walked around the yard holding a glass bottle, carefully collecting the snow water on the red plum branches. After hearing Xiyan's words, her hands became unsteady, and the cut branches splashed fine snow all over her face.
"I'll bear witness for you." A'bo tilted his head slightly, wiping the moisture from his brow with a smile. "They're just 'The Charming Fairy and the Pretty Scholar,' 'The Fairy Sister Who Often Treats Me to Dinner,' and 'You Who Came from Heaven.' They're all famous works, not storybooks."
“Sister Bai—” Xiyan’s eyes widened, as if he had not expected that Abai would reveal his secrets like this, “You, you…”
His brain froze for a moment, and his eyes darted back and forth between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng.
"Oh?" Wen Yu naturally understood what he meant when she saw him like this. She stretched out the last syllable and turned to face Song Linsheng. "Little Master Song, Second Young Master Song, Song, Lin, Sheng?"
Song Linsheng's smile froze, and his fair cheeks flushed red.
He picked up the scroll that he had put aside earlier and held it in front of him to cover most of his face.
The back of his hand brushed across the tip of his nose, and Song Linsheng seemed to cough lightly.
"Xiaoyu, I'm here."
Song Linsheng always responded to every word Wen Yu said, but this sentence was obviously much weaker than before.
"'The Romantic Fairy and the Pretty Scholar'?" Wen Yu asked slowly, sniffing the teacup at the tip of his nose.
Who is the charming fairy and who is the handsome scholar?
"Well, this..." Song Linsheng's eyes flashed slightly.
"'The fairy sister who often invites me to dinner?'" Wen Yu blew on the tea and watched the leaves swirling in it.
Who invites whom for dinner? Who is the Fairy Sister?
"Well, that..." Song Linsheng hesitated.
"My Love from Heaven?" Wen Yu took a sip. She couldn't taste any Jingting Green Snow. She only knew that this tea was brewed for her by Song Linsheng himself.
Who is from the Heavenly Palace? Who is from the Heavenly Palace?
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng frowned slightly, feeling helpless. "Well...can you spare me this time?"
His eyes, as clear as water, were now filled with embarrassment, but he still forced himself to look at Wen Yu, not knowing that Wen Yu had already seen enough of the radiant look in his eyes.
Wen Yu tried her best to hold back the corners of her lips to prevent herself from laughing too heartily. She leaned forward on the table, moving closer to Song Linsheng little by little.
"Master Xiao Song, what do you want me to forgive you for?" Wen Yu asked in a low voice, patiently coercing him.
In fact, after reading this series of book titles, no matter how dull Wen Yu was, he would understand them.
It's not surprising that Song Linsheng would read such a storybook.
After all, the common point is that -
Judging from the title of the book, it seems that the two protagonists are a combination of fairies and mortals, and they are female fairies rather than male fairies.
Wen Yu suppressed her smile and waited for Song Linsheng's next words.
Song Linsheng felt very uncomfortable because she was staring at him. Her wandering eyes never stayed on the scroll in his hand.
On the contrary, Wen Yu, after staring at Song Linsheng with interest for a while, his eyes fell on the scroll.
You don't know until you see it. The smile on her lips deepened.
Wen Yu stretched out two fingers, slowly pinched the upper end of the scroll, and then turned his wrist to change its direction.
"Master Xiao Song," Wen Yu reminded him seriously, "when did you learn to read backwards?"
Song Linsheng couldn't help but shrug his shoulders slightly, and the cloak covering him moved with it. He took the scroll handed to him by Wen Yu with a little embarrassment and could only smile.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu, feeling playful, paused for a moment, then asked, apparently knowing the answer. "Could it be that practice makes perfect when reading storybooks?"
His cheeks were getting hotter and hotter, and Song Linsheng suddenly understood what Wen Yu meant by "it's really not cold".
After a period of silence, a sizzling sound was heard at the right time -
Finally, I helped him out.
Song Linsheng simply put down the scroll, raised his sleeve to take out a few pieces of hot white rice cakes from the pottery stove, put them in a green jade cup and handed it to Wen Yu.
"Xiaoyu, eat it while it's hot?"
He still spoke softly and gently, but if you listened carefully, you could easily detect the shyness and embarrassment in his voice.
Wen Yu did not refuse and immediately pinched a piece. Because it was a little hot, she turned it back and forth between her hands. When it cooled down a little, she was afraid that it would be too hot, so she took a bite while it was still hot.
Seeing her cheeks puffed up, Song Linsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. His attempt to change the subject could barely be considered a success.
But although he had clever ideas, Wen Yu was not careless.
"How many books have you read?" Wen Yu asked clearly while chewing the soft, sweet and fragrant rice cake.
Song Linsheng seemed slightly surprised, as if he hadn't expected Wen Yu to continue pursuing him. Although he found it extremely difficult to speak, since Wen Yu had asked, he answered truthfully, "I have... I have read it all."
"Oh——" Wen Yu dragged out the last syllable and looked at Song Linsheng's red and white face leisurely.
Just like fine snow falling on red plum blossoms.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Wen Yu turned his gaze to look out the window.
The plum blossoms and snow are pure and clear, and the fragrance fills my clothes. It’s true!
Song Linsheng has always been calm, gentle and decent, and it is rare for him to be like this now.
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing. She couldn't bear to let him go easily. "Master Xiao Song is going to take the imperial examination!"
Song Linsheng, who was sitting opposite him, didn't say anything, but Xiyan, who was outside the window, interrupted.
"Madam Wen, you're really joking." Washing the inkstone, she turned over the fragrant chestnuts and cut a few persimmons on the porch and put them on the stove. "Our young master was originally the number one scholar chosen by the sage... Lang..."
As time went on, the sound of Xiyan became quieter. Ah Zhu beside him glared at him, and even Ah Bo, who was always kind, shook his head at him.
"Um... well... Madam Wen, Master, please continue, continue, ignore me."
Xiyan scratched the back of his head, and his hands, which were originally roasting persimmon cakes, became busy. After a few attempts, he raised his hands vigorously and then gently slapped the corner of his mouth.
Song Linsheng was not angry at all, and did not even look at Xiyan. His eyes were fixed on Wenyu who was sitting opposite him.
He...he read these stories just because he wanted to know more about Xiaoyu.
Ever since returning from Wutong Ancestral Temple, he often had this thought in his mind, which was to get to know Xiaoyu better.
How should I care for tree roots? How can I keep insects out of buds? Does the sycamore prefer humidity or heat? How much sunlight does it need daily?
He wasn't afraid of the different paths between humans and demons, nor did he care about the length of his lifespan. However, he and Xiaoyu were different after all, and his ways of getting to know Xiaoyu were limited, so he wanted to broaden his horizons...
I just didn't expect it to backfire.
"Xiaoyu, please listen to my explanation. I haven't done anything terrible..." Song Linsheng spoke hurriedly, fearing that Wen Yu would be disgusted.
However, the result he expected did not appear. Wen Yu only looked at him with a smile, holding her cheeks, and then said to the window:
"Wash the inkstone and buy more for your young master."
"Madam Wen..." Xiyan hesitated and did not answer. Azhu and Abai were also shocked.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng was stunned, and felt his face burning as if on fire.
Wen Yu was much more relaxed than them. She pinched a piece of glutinous rice cake in her hand, passed it across the table, and put it right to Song Linsheng's lips.
"I want to see it, too."
Song Linsheng, who was originally preparing to catch it with his hands, leaned forward slightly as if possessed after hearing Wen Yu's words, and took a bite of the glutinous white rice cake as Wen Yu fed it.
He couldn't tell whether it was the glutinous rice cake or Xiaoyu's words that were so memorable.
Looking at Song Linsheng with his drooping eyebrows and trembling eyelashes, he bit the glutinous rice cake on her fingertips with his lips and teeth opening and closing.
Red lips, white teeth, and skin as white as cream.
In a moment of daze, the situation reversed and Wen Yu immediately blushed.
She placed the remaining half of the glutinous rice cake in the cup, quickly retracted her hand, and quickly turned her eyes away, glancing around out the window.
The snow fell and the red plum blossoms were reflected in the clear light. Such scenery and colors made the image of Song Linsheng in her eyes even more unforgettable.
Wen Yu blinked and looked around the yard aimlessly. After searching for a while, she finally found a way to change the subject.
"Um...what is Abai doing with all this snow water?"
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