Chapter 269 "Aunt, this is——"...
As she said this, Wen Yu suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. It was as if an extremely dull blade was cutting back and forth in her chest repeatedly, and it would not stop until the edge was curled and there was a chip on it.
"I want to see him." Wen Yu raised her sleeve and touched the box, rubbing the lines on it with her fingertips. "Tell him I understand what he's thinking, and leave this box with him."
This is only a temporary measure, until she pacifies Zhongzhou——
Song Linsheng, she will come back.
After a long silence, Song Zhuo turned around at Wen Heng's advice. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, half-closed, as if thinking about something.
"I can agree to your request, Aunt." Song Zhuo still felt a little resentful, "But I have something to tell you first."
"For hundreds of years, the cemetery has never been open." Whether out of selfishness or some other reason, he began to speak unreasonably. "Aunt is leaving now. We need to move quickly and not disturb the deceased."
"Song Xuechuan, are you crazy?" Wen Liangyi covered Song Zhuo's mouth and dragged him backwards.
"Xiao Zhuo!" Wen Heng glared at him, clearly furious. "I wasn't supposed to be the master of the Song residence, but I had no idea I couldn't even be your master now."
Song Zhuo was struggling in Wen Liangyi's arms, but when Wen Heng spoke, he immediately stopped, "Sister Heng, I'm not..."
"What's wrong with you today?" Wen Liangyi muttered in a low voice, looking at Song Zhuo strangely, "Why do you always contradict your aunt? Didn't you envy your aunt and your ancestors the most in the past..."
His lips moved several times, but Song Zhuo didn't say anything in the end.
It was precisely because he had been so sincerely envious that he found it difficult to remain calm after seeing this scene.
How could this be the ending where we are separated forever?
"Don't pay any attention to him, aunt." Wen Heng stood in front of Song Zhuo and comforted Wen Yu, "I'll send someone to harness the carriage, and you and I will go to the cemetery together."
"Thank you, Wenheng." Wen Yu thanked him sincerely and forced a smile.
"These are all trivial matters, aunt, don't worry." Wen Heng responded with a smile.
She will never forget the ancestral teachings left by Wenzhu. Without her aunt, there would be no Wen family today.
I believe Xiao Zhuo is the same as her, except that he is a little abnormal today. He must have no other thoughts about his aunt.
After saying this, Wen Heng asked Wen Liangyi to half-drag and half-pull Song Zhuo out of the hall, and quickly ordered the servants waiting outside to arrange the carriage and horses.
"Sister Heng..." Song Zhuo called out helplessly with his eyes half closed.
Wen Heng watched Wen Liangyi lead people to help, then turned back to look at Song Zhuo, "Xiao Zhuo, what have you learned from what Brother Yu taught you in the past?"
My uncle and aunt are not in Jiangyang, and Brother Yu is in Shangdu. Xiao Zhuo is currently in charge of the Song family, so he should be more steady.
"Sister Heng, it's clearly just you and me now." Song Zhuo hesitated and made a cautious request, "Can you please not mention my brother..."
"If you disturb my aunt again—" Wen Heng glanced at Song Zhuo disapprovingly.
The latter immediately changed his words and assured: "No."
There was a faint sound of wind under the corridor, and the first rays of sunlight after the snow rose at this moment, making the ice crystals on the eaves look clear and the red light surge.
The colorful reflection in Wen Yu's eyes made her look even more empty. After a long while, she turned her gaze back to the two boxes.
Yu Chang glanced at Wen Yu calmly, and then looked down with her.
Is it really right for him to do this?
Perhaps being a person who does not keep his promises will bring another possibility.
Will it?
Jiangyang Prefecture, on the banks of the Yuanshui River.
The carriage drove out of Jiangyang Prefecture, down along the Yuanshui River, and headed towards the foot of Houchun Mountain.
Days of winter snow had caused thick layers of ice to form on the Yuan River, but the sudden sunshine today melted the weak spots in the ice, and the floating fragments slowly moved forward on the water, as if following the movements of Wen Yu and his group.
Wen Heng and Song Zhuowen Liangyi were in the same car, while Wen Yu and Yu Chang were riding in the back.
The sound of cracking ice on the river surface penetrated into the car through the thick thermal insulation curtains. Wen Yu's ears moved slightly as she listened carefully to the rapid flow of water and the slow movement of horse hooves.
Every step he took was a step closer to Song Linsheng.
She had walked this road before.
But, I never went to the end.
When she woke up in the Spring Temple, she had no idea why she had ascended to heaven instantly, nor did she know where her master and Chi Huang were, or how she had gotten back to the Spring Temple...
She had no time to think, let alone ponder it carefully. As soon as she left the Temple of Spring, she rushed back to Jiangyang Mansion to look for Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu's palms tightened again and again, and her nails almost dug into them.
She didn't get to see Song Linsheng, she only saw the funeral procession for Song Linsheng.
Amid the sound of firecrackers and paper money flying all over the sky, she saw Song Linsheng's parents for the first time, as well as her brother Shuangcheng, her sister Chen Chuo, and some relatives and friends whose names she couldn't remember.
She didn't have the courage or the face to go forward, so she just followed the team from a distance, not daring to disturb them all the way.
Until the entire team entered the Song family cemetery, she didn't even go any closer, and turned around to go to the underworld to look for people.
She always held on to a one in ten thousand hope, praying that Song Linsheng's soul had not yet crossed the Naihe Bridge. However, she had asked Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, and checked the resentful souls and evil spirits in the Wangsheng Inn. She had repeatedly confirmed that Song Linsheng had never appeared again, but she did not expect that she still failed.
In the underworld, where there is neither the rotation of the sun and the moon nor the change of the seasons, time passes as quickly as an arrow flying out of the hand or a white horse galloping.
This time passed, three hundred years later.
Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes.
So in this sense, this was the first time she really got close to Song Linsheng's... tomb.
"He will know." Yu Chang turned his eyes and glanced at Wen Yu who was silent.
Wen Yu, immersed in memories, was a little stunned and asked, "What?"
"The efforts you made." Yu Chang was silent for a moment, but still answered truthfully.
"I don't want him to know." Wen Yu laughed, not knowing what she was saying. "I want him to come back."
"You know this is impossible." Yu Chang didn't mean to say it, but the facts are often like this -
cruel.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Wen Yu turned away, not wanting to continue the topic.
Yu Chang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, the carriage stopped on the spot, and Wen Liangyi's clear voice was heard outside.
"Aunt, Lord Yu Chang, we're here."
The sound of cold air outside the window broke the silence in the car. Yu Chang sighed slightly and got out of the car first.
Wen Yu clenched her hands together, looking at the dense beads of sweat on her palms. She couldn't help but wipe them twice on her knees, then lifted the curtain and walked out.
Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi had already packed up and were standing on the side waiting, while Yu Chang stood in front of the car and walked with Wen Yu.
Surrounded by layers of green hills and the Yuan River, the Song Family Cemetery is a great place.
Wen Yu got off the bus and stood still, gazing at the swirling mountain clouds and the verdant mountains in the distance, which perfectly matched the slowly flowing Yuan River.
Song Linsheng would probably like it very much.
"Aunt, Xiao Zhuo has something to say." Wen Heng called out, and then glanced at Song Zhuo calmly.
Song Zhuo understood what was going on and quickly bowed and said, "Auntie, please come in."
Wen Yu looked at Wen Liangyi and Wen Heng, who were looking at each other, and secretly gave them a thumbs-up. She couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Yeah."
After taking two steps, Wen Yu looked up and saw the magnolia tree planted at the entrance of the cemetery. He stopped with an idea in his mind.
Its main trunk is strong, its branches are elegant, and it is extremely lush. At a glance, you can tell that the tree is over a hundred years old.
"This is..." Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly had an inexplicable feeling.
"Aunt, this was transplanted from our ancestors' former courtyard." Song Zhuo stepped forward quickly and explained to Wen Yu.
His guess was confirmed, and Wen Yu looked up again.
Shallow buds are dotted in between, and they will bloom fully when spring comes.
Since it was transplanted from the ancestor's former courtyard, it is the magnolia in Song Linsheng's courtyard.
Cold winter months are not the time for magnolia to bloom.
Wen Yu was silent for a moment, raised his sleeve and turned his fingertips, and green rays of light pointed directly at the magnolia tree.
"It seems that since we planted this magnolia tree, you and I have never seen it bloom together."
Wen Yu stared deeply at the entrance to the mausoleum, his body stiffened, and he said in a trembling voice, "Today, it can be considered as such."
In just a moment, all the magnolias bloomed——
Thousands of branches and flowers look like jade.
Even Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi, who already knew Wen Yu's identity, could not help but exclaim in surprise at the scene that happened in an instant.
Leaving behind the murmurs of the crowd, Wen Yu turned and headed towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Yu Chang stopped where he was and did not follow closely. Instead, he looked at the blooming magnolia tree from afar. The flowers on the branches looked like flakes of snow from last night.
Today was not the first time he saw this magnolia bloom.
Putting his thoughts aside, Yu Chang followed Wen Yu.
Seeing that the two of them had gone into the cemetery, Song Zhuo and the others did not linger any longer and hurriedly trotted ahead to lead the way.
Many ancestors are buried here, so please don’t go wrong.
Song Zhuo was in the lead, Wen Yu and Yu Chang were in the middle, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi followed behind, and they walked for a long time before reaching the door of the main tomb chamber.
The tomb was dark, but it was lit by candlelight, so it didn't feel lonely or cold.
Song Linsheng is very afraid of the cold, Wen Yu thought.
Song Zhuo in front suddenly stopped, but was not in a hurry to open the stone door of the main tomb chamber.
Everyone could only stop for a moment.
"Song Er—" Wen Liangyi poked his head out from behind Wen Heng and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Song Zhuo turned around and looked at Wen Yu and Yu Chang behind him. He answered uncertainly, "There is... a sound."
"Nonsense." Wen Liangyi looked around. The densely packed Song family mottos engraved on the wall made him dizzy. "With so many of us, of course there will be noise."
"It's not you or me." Song Zhuo lowered his eyes and listened carefully. This time he was about 70% sure, "There is a sound inside the wall."
Wen Liangyi continued to ask in disbelief, but Yu Chang and Wen Yu reacted immediately. After looking at each other, he hurriedly took a few steps to protect Song Zhuo.
Wen Yu followed closely behind and stood side by side with Yu Chang, looking at Yu Chang cautiously and signaling with her eyes.
Could it be... tomb robbers?
When Wen Yu thought of this possibility, he immediately became furious.
Who dares to steal from Song Linsheng's tomb?
She never used her magical powers to bully mortals in the past, but today, no matter whether it is a human or a monster, if she catches it, she will definitely make it pay!
Wen Yu rushed forward suddenly, but was held in front of him by Yu Chang. He protected Wen Yu with his right hand, and emitted white rays of light with his left hand, then turned around and stopped after a few steps.
No matter what was behind the door, he couldn't let Wen Yu take the risk alone.
The stone gate began to open in response to Yu Chang's demonic power.
This is Song Linsheng's tomb, and Yu Chang knows what to do.
Wen Yu would not allow anyone to destroy Song Linsheng's peace.
The tomb door opened wide, but the sound inside suddenly stopped.
Wen Yu was extremely anxious. She quickly broke free from Yu Chang's arms and walked into the door in three or two steps.
Song Zhuo's eyes moved as he stared at Wen Yu's fleeting figure, then looked at Yu Chang who remained silent. Without hesitation, he chased after Wen Yu.
"Xiao Zhuo!" Wen Heng called out softly, and raised his foot to chase after him.
Seeing this, Wen Liangyi did not stay there any longer and set off with Wen Heng.
Yu Chang, who was the last one to fall, glanced around at the various traces in the tomb and found that there was no sign of intrusion by anyone else.
Coupled with the aura he sensed, Yu Chang's heart sank. He looked deeply into the door, and then his figure flashed, and in an instant he passed everyone and stood beside Wen Yu.
Wen Liangyi, who arrived shortly after, was terrified. This Lord Yu Chang was truly a ghost. He couldn't help but ask Song Zhuo beside him, "Song Xuechuan, what do you say..."
But Song Zhuo seemed not to hear anything, just staring at a certain place and muttering:
"Aunt, this is——"
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