Chapter 247 First Release "Sir, I will certainly be happy to serve you. ...
Song Linsheng chewed the glutinous rice cake slowly, the soft, sticky and sweet taste lingering on his lips and teeth.
Seeing Wen Yu turning away, the heat on Song Linsheng's face faded a little, and the smile that appeared unconsciously was much sweeter than a glutinous rice cake.
Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng's face, coughed lightly, and looked out the window intently, not daring to turn her head even a little, for fear of meeting his gaze.
"A-Bo—" Wen Yu was feeling anxious, as if searching for a lifeline. She urged, "Stop busying yourself and go back to the house to warm up."
Xiyan and Azhu, who were in the corridor, saw each other and looked at each other tacitly, trying hard to suppress their laughter but neither of them said a word.
A'bo, who was busy collecting snow water, let go of the plum branch in his hand and turned to look over here.
"My dear, it's snowing lightly today." Abai raised the glass bottle in his hand, which was already more than half filled with snow water. "I'll collect some snow water and we can make some wine."
"Making wine?" Wen Yu asked, seemingly confused. "Using this snow water?"
A-Bo nodded and smiled, his hands moving constantly as he answered, "Yes, my lady, don't you know?"
Wen Yu remained silent. This must be some kind of custom in the mortal world. Even if she didn't know about it, it wouldn't be surprising.
Even so, Wen Yu blushed. Song Linsheng was the only one in the courtyard who knew where she came from. To others, she was probably still a complete idiot...
"Hmm..." Ah Zhu took the freshly baked persimmon cake from Xiyan, held it in her hands and sniffed it, "If you don't know, why not ask the young master to explain it to me?"
Xiyan passed the persimmon cakes on a plate over the window lattice and placed them on the table where Wenyu and Song Linsheng sat opposite each other, agreeing repeatedly, "Yes, young master will certainly be happy to serve."
"Azhu!" Wen Yu exclaimed, unable to stop Azhu, and then closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, calling out, "Wash the inkstone..."
"My wife..." Ah Zhu smiled and took a bite of the persimmon cake. Steam came out of her mouth. "Huh! Huh!"
"Oh! Madam Wen!" After washing the inkstone and putting down the jade dish, she quickly withdrew her hand and retreated to the corridor. "Where's the number one scholar? It would be a waste if we didn't use him!"
When he said the last few words, Xiyan's voice was obviously lowered, but Xueluo was silent, which made everyone hear it more clearly.
"Xiyan!" Ah Zhu seemed frightened and immediately reached out to cover Xiyan, "Eat your cake!"
"I didn't say anything?" Xiyan muttered in a muffled voice, holding the persimmon cake that Azhu stuffed in his mouth.
Everyone was in an uproar in an instant, even A-Bo, who was usually the most reserved, was laughing.
Wen Yu didn't pay attention to what the two of them said next.
Ever since he said, "Sir, I'll certainly be happy to serve you," Wen Yu buried his head and fiddled with the persimmon cakes on the plate, pretending to be indifferent and trying hard not to make a sound.
They were teasing her and Song Linsheng. Wen Yu snorted in her heart. She didn't want to be led by the nose, and she... didn't want Song Linsheng to see her expression at the moment.
Wen Yu forced a smile, not knowing why she was so happy. Ever since returning from the Wutong Ancestral Temple, she seemed a little different. Before, she didn't care about these things at all, and it seemed that there were rarely times when she didn't dare look at Song Linsheng like this.
It's so awkward and weird.
This scene caught the eyes of Song Linsheng, who was sitting opposite him. He seemed stunned for a moment, frowning as he stared intently at the persimmon cake that Wen Yu kept scratching at but never ate...
But he reacted after a moment.
Song Linsheng couldn't help but frown and chuckle, the tears in his eyes were so warm that they almost melted the falling snow outside the window.
"Xiaoxue wine."
His voice flowed slowly like spring water, and Wen Yu heard Song Linsheng speak.
"It is on the day of Minor Snow that wine is made with the snow water from the branches, hence the name."
It's not a strange thing, and Xiaoyu shouldn't be embarrassed by it.
Song Linsheng raised his sleeves to cut the persimmon cake into small pieces, and then handed it to Wen Yu, indicating that she should eat it while it was hot.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu's eyes flickered, swaying left and right before she looked up at Song Linsheng, "Is that so..."
She held the jade-handled silver fork in her hand and put the persimmon cake into her mouth. The heat from the charcoal fire mixed with the fruity aroma of the persimmon tasted just right at this moment.
When their eyes met, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng couldn't help but smile. A hazy feeling surged between them. They turned their eyes away and looked elsewhere. After a moment, their eyes met again.
Xiyan and Ah Zhu in the corridor looked at each other. One of them was fiddling with the charcoal fire with tongs, while the other was holding cotton thread and looking intently at the bamboo basket he had prepared for the sparrows. They also turned their heads away tacitly and stopped looking at the inner room.
Wen Yu pursed her lips, but could not suppress the smile that rose up. She raised her sleeve to scratch the end of her brow, and simply turned her head to look outside, "Abo——"
"Madam, what do you want me to do?" A'bo stopped holding the glass bottle, only to see Wen Yu staring at him eagerly. "Madam... do you want to try it too?"
After saying that, Abai turned his hesitant gaze to Song Linsheng beside him.
Wen Yuru felt as if she had been pardoned, and she immediately sat up straight from the desk. But when she was about to answer, she shrank back into the distance.
Obviously, she saw what A-Bo did.
I'd like to try it, but...
Wen Yu raised her eyes and looked at Song Linsheng standing opposite her. The slightly red fire made his cheeks glow, which was very beautiful. At this moment, he was roasting a new glutinous rice cake. The fingertips that were turning it were even whiter than the glutinous rice cake.
Turning his gaze back, Wen Yu looked down at the brocade quilt and fox fur wrapped around his body, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond to A'bai's words.
Even when they were sitting by the window watching the snow, Song Linsheng would have to give her two or three layers of extra clothes, fearing that she would freeze. Not to mention going out to collect snow water... Would he agree to that...
Wen Yu knocked his chin on the table, tapping it intermittently. He was clearly scratching his head in his heart, but he just didn't know how to open his mouth.
Song Linsheng's eyebrows were gentle and his smile was warm. He did not take the initiative to break the silence. He just used the tongs to bury the charcoal fire in the pottery stove to make the fire smaller so that he would not be unable to look after it later.
Seeing that he remained silent, Wen Yu knew there was no hope. She didn't even have the appetite to enjoy the orange-yellow persimmon cakes and glutinous white rice cakes in front of her. She couldn't help but sigh.
But before Wen Yu could do anything, Song Linsheng put away the tongs he had used to stir the charcoal fire, stood up holding the laces of his cloak, and after looking at Wen Yu, he walked around the screen and went out.
The sound of the door opening reached Wen Yu's ears through the screen. In the blink of an eye, Song Linsheng had walked to A-bai's side, took the glass bottle from her hand, turned around and looked at Wen Yu across the falling snow.
How could this be possible? What if Song Linsheng got cold? Wen Yu now understood Song Linsheng's thoughts a little, because at this moment she wanted to wrap all her brocade quilt and fox fur around Song Linsheng's shoulders.
Wen Yu stood up by leaning against the window frame and was about to speak to stop them, but she saw Song Linsheng standing between heaven and earth in a white robe. Fine snow brushed against his eyebrows, and his lips opened and closed, with a hint of heat in the air.
She heard Song Linsheng say——
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and shook the bottle in his hand. "Why not give it a try?"
The plum blossoms are red and the snow is white, and among them Song Linsheng is the wrong color like jade.
Wen Yu could no longer suppress the smile he had been suppressing for so long. All his previous thoughts were swept away, and he answered loudly, "I'm coming!"
She hastily opened the brocade quilt on her body, leaving only the ear warmers and fox fur coat, and then she supported herself on the window frame with one hand and walked straight out while flipping her clothes.
"Young Master, please take care of yourself." Xi Yan was startled by the sudden movement. "Ouch—Madam Wen, please watch your step!"
Wen Yu raised his hand to assure him that everything was fine, and then quickly ran towards Song Linsheng in the yard.
Looking at Wen Yu running in the snow, wearing a white fox fur coat and a red silk dress, with a rosy face and a spring smile, Song Linsheng couldn't help but open his arms.
Maybe you catch a cold or a chill, but this is just a possibility and may not happen. If you worry about this and fear that, and hide in the house for the whole winter, although it will be safe, I am afraid that it will lose the fun.
He is too dull.
Wen Yu heard the rustling sound of her footsteps on the snow. Seeing Song Linsheng move, she smiled and opened her arms to hug him.
In a moment, the two hugged each other tightly.
Song Linsheng was tall, and he easily held Wen Yu in his arms and spun her around a few times.
The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air, and is about to wet your clothes.
Wen Yu had just stood still, still holding Song Linsheng's arms, when a bird flew over their shoulders. Wen Yu was surprised and happy, and quickly pointed it out to Song Linsheng.
"Wife! My bird!" Ah Zhu's anxious and angry cry came from behind, "Ahhh——"
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng both turned around and saw Abai holding Azhu and laughing. Xiyan, who was standing nearby, quickly went to the snow to set up the bamboo basket again.
Wen Yu realized it later and realized that it might be because she had been running all the way here that she scared away the sparrow that Azhu was about to catch.
Wen Yu touched the tip of her nose and shrank back behind Song Linsheng guiltily, "Well... let Xi Yan catch a few more to compensate you..."
"No, it's not Xiyan's fault." Ah Zhu lifted her skirt and walked out of the corridor into the snow. She rolled her eyes and started arguing with Wen Yu, "I want... my wife to compensate me!"
After saying that, before Wen Yu could react, Ah Zhu bent his knees, scooped up a handful of snow and threw it towards Wen Yu.
Fine snow mixed with the fragrance of red plum blossoms immediately hit Wen Yu in the face. She couldn't dodge it, but saw Song Linsheng stepping in front of her.
He held the glass bottle in one hand and held up a corner of his cloak with the other to block the snowflakes.
Wen Yu escaped the disaster, and then looked at Ah Zhu from behind his cloak, "Ah Zhu, you are so good——"
"Are you okay, madam?" A'bo chased out and looked at Wen Yu worriedly.
Wen Yu, who was unharmed, rolled up a snowball and threw it back at Azhu.
Ah Zhu, who had been prepared for this, dodged with a smile, "My lady has the young master's help, this is bullying the weak with the strong, it's not a fair victory!"
"I'll help you." Xiyan simply threw away the bamboo basket. There was no hope of catching birds in such a noisy way anyway, so he might as well join the others in the snowball fight. "Now there are two of us."
Wen Yu laughed so hard that she couldn't stop. "Abo! Look at her——"
Abai, who was standing in the middle, looked from left to right at the young master and Madam Wen, then at Azhu and Xiyan, not knowing which one to persuade. "Oh! I won't play with you guys——"
Song Linsheng looked back over his shoulder and saw Wen Yu wrapped in fox fur beside him, holding his arm and laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up.
"Then let Abo be the referee." Song Linsheng smiled as he looked at Xiyan and Azhu across from him. "The loser will make Xiaoxue wine."
"That's good." Abai smiled, covering his lips with his hands. "This way, I have one less thing to do."
Wen Yu leaned out from behind Song Linsheng and said, "Then please ask Ah Zhu and Xi Yan to wait for the wine to be brewed!"
As he spoke, Wen Yu raised his sleeve and threw the snowball he had just made out.
The white ball turned in the air and landed on the hem of Azhu's skirt.
"Madam! Sister Bai hasn't said start yet!" Ah Zhu protested, "This time doesn't count!"
"Oh, right, young master." Xi Yan threw the snowball in his hand and said, "The secretary of Lord Mu's house sent a visiting card this morning, saying that Lord Mu, on behalf of Lord Wu, invites everyone to Linyuankou to enjoy the pig-killing dish tonight."
"Don't try to divert our attention." Wen Yu dodged Xi Yan's attack and shot back at him from the other side of Song Linsheng, "Xi Yan!"
"What I said is true." Xiyan, who was hit, opened his eyes wide and said, "Madam Wen——"
Song Linsheng stood in front of Wen Yu and stopped Xi Yan. "Whether it's true or not, we'll talk about it later."
"Young Master?" Xi Yan was anxious, angry and helpless.
Everyone laughed together, and the sound of falling snow was drowned out, leaving only the blooming red plum blossoms trembling slightly as if nodding.
…
Looking at the trembling red plum blossoms in front of him, Wen Yu's eyes flashed and he came back to his senses a little -
It turned out that Yu Chang had brushed off the snow from the plum blossoms for her.
Wen Yu was silent for a moment, and after a long time, she finally had to admit it.
The scenery is vaguely similar to that time, but I am not the same person viewing the flowers as I was back then.
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