Chapter 291 "What are you holding in your arms?"
Zhuzhao held Zhao Qiying on his shoulder and supported his calves with both hands. He made sure that he was sitting firmly before moving.
"You don't want me to take you back to Zhaogong Mountain!"
As Zhu Zhao stepped out of the threshold, everyone could clearly see Zhao Qiying poking the purple-gold crown on Zhu Zhao's head with curiosity, while the latter was neither anxious nor annoyed, with a smile on his face, obviously enjoying it very much.
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows. How could she forget that Zhao Qiying and Bu Wenjun had the same surname, Zhao, and could be considered a family.
"It's hard for Zhaogongshan to support you."
Zhao Buwen came out right after and gave Zhu Zhao a slap on the face, then made a mysterious gesture of wiping his neck.
"What's more, human trafficking is punishable by death."
Zhuzhao hissed in pain and dared not speak anymore. He followed Zhao Buwen obediently and brought Zhao Qiying to the crowd.
Everyone helped to take Zhao Qiying over. Wen Heng, who was unaware of the previous situation, hurriedly thanked Zhu Zhao.
"No need to thank me." As if to clear his name, Zhu Zhao said complacently, "I just hope that your aunt will bear less resentment towards me in the future."
Wen Yu had no intention of arguing with him, but Wen Heng, who had developed a keen mind through his experience in the business world, guessed after a brief pause that this person was someone important, perhaps even something extraordinary.
"Don't say that." Wen Heng embraced Zhao Qiying and Wen Bao with a smile. "Master is kind, and Aunt is magnanimous. You two are both extremely generous people. What's there to talk about holding a grudge or not?"
Wen Yu knew without hesitation that Wen Heng's words "Master" really touched Zhu Zhao's heart.
He kept calling himself "little immortal master" in Xianchun Cottage, and he must have liked this title very much.
As Wen Yu expected, Zhu Zhao smiled brightly upon hearing this. He raised his hand and patted Zhao Qiying on the top of the head, "Okay, okay!"
This time, Zhao Buwen did not interrupt Zhu Zhao, nor did she ask him to talk less. She just stood by and watched with a smile. It seemed that in her eyes, her Banban was no different from Zhao Qiying and Wenbao.
"Su Jianbai, why did you say that to Brother Yu?" Chen Zhizhi muttered softly, and glanced at Su Jianbai when no one was paying attention.
Su Jianbai casually flicked the strands of hair on his forehead and asked instead of answering, "Why? Didn't you deny it?"
The two of them started arguing with each other, leaving Wen Liangyi at the side unable to get a word in.
Su Jianbai was very satisfied with the result.
Wen Heng held Zhao Qiying's hand, while Wen Bao ran to the side to listen to what Song Yu and Song Zhuo were talking about.
Some people are reuniting, some are meeting, maybe it really is true what the master said -
The mountains and seas will have their own time to return, and there will always be a reunion despite wind and rain.
The master controls the destiny of the world and can predict the fate of all things. He can say such words. Does this mean that everything in the world is really predetermined?
Wen Yu exhaled a breath of air. She had better get over the mess as soon as possible. She should report to her master at the Rejuvenation Temple and ask for clarification while she was there.
Looking at the kind-looking and compassionate golden statue of the God of Spring in the center of the main hall, Wen Yu sighed unconsciously.
What exactly happened to the decline of Wutong Ancestral Temple?
"What are you looking at?" Yu Chang's low voice appeared in his ears, bringing together Wen Yu's scattered thoughts.
Wen Yu was startled, then came to his senses and suddenly felt like joking, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"Maybe you can tell me about it." Yu Chang is no longer the taciturn person he used to be. Now, no matter what Wen Yu says, he can always say a few words.
She was fully aware of Yu Chang's change, but she could only pretend not to know.
Wen Yu stopped smiling and looked into the distance with a slightly melancholy look.
The fog is light and the clouds are thin, the mountain mists are intertwined, and the birds wake up when the golden light suddenly breaks through, and fly through the lush green forests.
It's almost dawn.
"Look at the green mountains weeping, the days getting shorter and the nights getting longer." Wen Yu said this without any reason and did not explain it.
It was clear that everyone was reunited and everything went smoothly, but why was her brow still furrowed and there was no trace of joy on her face?
Yu Chang followed her gaze and looked outside. What he saw before him was a completely different scene: "The grass and trees were growing, and the spring mountains were visible."
Behind them, everyone was talking at once about how to get down the mountain. Amidst the slightly noisy background, Wen Yu turned around and gave Yu Chang a deep look, but didn't say a word...
Maybe, maybe there will be such a day.
The sky suddenly brightened, and the mountains appeared green. The crowd passed through the mountains, passing through the forests and leaves, heading towards home.
…
Until dusk, when she was sitting in the flower hall of Guanwuyuan, Wen Yu still hadn't realized how she had returned to the Song residence in a daze.
She raised her sleeve to rub her forehead and felt a terrible headache.
During the day, she had wanted to send everyone down the mountain and then say goodbye to them. After all, the missing people of Jiangyang had been found, Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying were safe, and she still had her master's orders to follow, so she shouldn't linger in Jiangyang any longer.
But before she could utter a single word, the quick-witted Song Yu stopped her on the pretext that it was their first meeting.
"I heard from Xiao Zhuo that Auntie had a great chat with Xiao Zhi and the others yesterday." Song Yu advised softly, but there was a kind of magic that made it hard to refuse. "Yu came late and missed the opportunity to listen to Auntie talk about the interesting things in the past..."
Compared to Su Jianbai, Chen Zhizhi was more like a real fox. With a turn of his eyes, he understood what Song Yu meant.
"Brother Yu, what are you talking about?" She quickly chimed in. Anyway, what he said touched her heart. "Auntie didn't say she was leaving. If you have anything to say, just keep it to yourself and tell it later."
Wen Yu's words of farewell were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them. Wen Heng and Wen Bao also started to persuade her, and she didn't know how she got dizzy. When she regained consciousness, she was already on the stone steps in front of the Song residence.
Just as he stood in front of the door, he met Jia Tingxi and a group of people carrying eggs, melons and fruits. They said that these were gifts of thanks from the people who were rescued and returned home last night, and asked him to give them to Wen Yu and the little immortal master.
"Little Immortal Master..." Wen Yu pursed her lips and chuckled.
Zhu Zhao is a bit good at talking, but he is kind by nature. It is not an exaggeration to call himself a little immortal master.
If he were there, he would probably be so proud that his tail would be up to the sky. Unfortunately, there are many things to do in Zhaogong Mountain, and there is a yard full of monsters waiting for Bu Wenjun to go back and deal with them.
"The young immortal master has returned to Zhaogong Mountain with his master. These things are of no use to him." Wen Yu waved her hand, appreciating the kindness. "Tingxi, please return them to their respective families."
She is no longer the same as before and is no longer greedy for worldly food. It would be a waste to give her these fruits and vegetables. It would be better to let the people take them home and eat them.
"It's the same if my aunt holds it."
Jia Tingxi was holding two big roosters in his arms, with their fluttering feathers slanting on his temples, making his handsome face look a little messy, but also making him look more down-to-earth, without a trace of aloofness or arrogance.
"If it's inconvenient for Auntie to clean up, I'll ask Song Xuechuan to put it in the small kitchen."
Then he started to greet people on his own.
The manager of the Song residence seemed to be very familiar with Jia Tingxi, and he sent people to work without asking Song Zhuo. The vegetables, fruits, poultry and bacon sent by the people flowed into the Song residence like water.
"Aunt, don't be polite with him." Song Zhuo smiled and shook his head, looking helpless with Jia Tingxi. "As for the common people..."
"I'll arrange for the people in the shop to deliver it to the people." Wen Heng was rich and powerful, so he naturally took on the task.
Wen Yu had no choice but to agree, but when she saw Jia Tingxi handing the chicken with its feet tied to the cook, she remembered another thing.
"Tingxi, please go and ask who in the city has lost six chickens. If you find them, please give them a replacement."
The food supply of ordinary people was very important. She had to fill the hole left by the little immortal master's "taking from the people and giving back to the people."
"Yes, aunt." Jia Tingxi agreed without hesitation, but only after the words fell did she react belatedly, "Ah? What?"
No one understood what he meant, only Chen Zhizhi gave Su Jianbai a meaningful look.
The latter was startled by the stare and hurriedly moved to Jia Tingxi's side.
"Go, do it." Su Jianbai took out a handful of gold melon seeds from his purse and stuffed them into Jia Tingxi's pocket. "Don't worry about the money, I'll pay for it."
Although it was not his fault that the six chickens were killed, since Chen Zhizhi believed that it was his fault, he could not shirk responsibility or argue, otherwise he would appear to be so narrow-minded.
Who told him to meet Chen Zhizhi for the first time in someone else's chicken coop...
Besides, Qingqiu and Yousu are not short of this money. Sprinkling some water can change Chen Zhizhi's impression of him. It is a very cost-effective deal and a sure profit.
This is a good opportunity for him to avenge his previous shame in front of Chen Zhizhi.
Thinking of this, Su Jianbai couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
Let this little Taoist see the financial resources of Prince Qingqiu, and she will know that money is the best tonic for women.
Could it be that the wealth, jewels, rare treasures and exotic animals that his family has accumulated over generations are not as good as that mortal Wen Liangyi?
Wen Yu knew that the fox had started to daydream again, so he ignored him and just nodded at Jia Tingxi.
"It's not about money." After seeing Wen Yu's approval, Jia Tingxi silently took the gold melon seeds from Su Jianbai and said, "I'll do it tomorrow. Today—"
His words were full of joy, and he even dragged out the ending tone to keep Wen Yu in suspense.
Could it be that he has a day off today? Wen Yu was a little confused.
But it's a common thing. When Song Linsheng was the prefect, he also had days off, so it's not surprising.
"Xiao Zhuo has prepared a banquet today," Wen Heng gave Jia Tingxi a glare, as if to tell him not to act strangely, "to welcome Brother Yu and calm Xiao Bao down, but most importantly, to celebrate the success of Auntie and Lord Yu."
"And let me feast on the feast." Jia Tingxi smiled and hurriedly gave instructions, "Remember those two chickens, one for stewing and one for boiling."
After days of worrying about the missing persons case, he can finally have a full meal now that all the people have returned home.
Wen Liangyi put his hand on Jia Tingxi's shoulder and joked with him, "You also said that your aunt and Lord Yu had done a great deed for Jiangyang today, and you should have been the host."
"Yes, yes, you can come to my house tomorrow." Jia Tingxi did not refuse and agreed immediately, "But the matter that my aunt asked me to do will have to be moved to the day after tomorrow."
"You are the only one who talks too much." Chen Zhizhi said with a smile.
They grew up playing and studying together, and had a deep friendship since childhood. They often joked with each other on weekdays.
"Alright everyone, stop standing at the door and talking." Song Zhuo straightened his outer robe and gestured to everyone, "Please move."
These people used to almost break down the threshold of his Song residence, but now they are polite to them.
It's freezing cold, and I don't know what to do.
"Brother Jiming." Wen Bao spoke cautiously, and asked shyly, "Brother Jiming hasn't been back for a long time. Can I lead the way for Brother Jiming?"
Song Jiming withdrew his gaze from the distance, leaned forward with a gentle expression and replied, "Okay, little Abao is really becoming more and more capable."
As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and touched Wenbao's forehead in a very intimate manner. Although there was a big age difference between them, there was no sense of alienation between them.
"This is the Song residence, not the Wen residence." Wen Heng wiped Wen Bao's face and reminded him softly, "Can you remember the way?"
Wen Bao held his head high, like a proud peacock, "Of course!"
"Shengsheng..." Zhao Qiying beside her frowned, wanting to say something but stopping herself. "I don't know the way. Can you lead the way for me?"
Wen Bao kept winking at Zhao Qiying, as if to say that she didn't recognize him either.
She probably said those words just now to scare Brother Yu. Seeing through her little trick, Wen Heng smiled and shook his head.
Who said Brother Yu could control Xiaobao? She didn't think so.
Unlike everyone else who was laughing and joking, Wen Yu frowned slightly, feeling that the current situation was out of his control.
She shouldn't have gone down the mountain with them.
It would be better to say goodbye at the Wutong Ancestral Temple like Bu Wenjun and Zhu Shiming.
"Aunt, Lord Yu." Song Zhuo took a step aside and gestured to Wen Yu, "Please—"
Wen Yu opened her mouth, but the words of refusal slipped away before she said helplessly, "Please, please, please."
…
She was invited in in a daze.
Wen Yu seemed to casually glance up at the person sitting opposite her.
The whole body is covered with brilliance, like frost and snow.
She looked away imperceptibly. Why didn't Song Zhuo tell her that he had invited other guests when he invited her?
Now she is in a dilemma, unable to leave or stay.
The banquet was held in the flower hall of Guanwu Courtyard. The dancing candlelight on the window paper separated the inside and outside. The snow was rustling outside, but the house was warm as spring due to the burning charcoal.
All the furnishings were the same as before. The courtyard where she had lived so comfortably every day now made her feel uncomfortable in a moment.
Sensing Wen Yu's uneasiness, Yu Chang leaned over and handed the chicken soup he had just served to her. "Want a sip?"
Wen Yu glanced at him when he heard this——
The golden chicken fat floats on the edge of the bowl, emitting an attractive luster under the candlelight, which will stimulate anyone's appetite.
Except Wenyu.
This was probably what Jia Tingxi had called "a bowl of stewed soup." However, she had just... last night, so she really had no appetite at the moment.
I don't know if he can still drink.
Across the table full of dishes, Wen Yu glanced at the person sitting opposite him.
When they were at the cemetery, Song Xuechuan clearly didn't have a good attitude towards him. How come he changed his attitude and invited him in within a day?
Her thoughts were racing as she reached out to take the bowl of soup, but in her distraction she accidentally knocked it over.
"Hiss——" Wen Yu frowned, but did not feel the burning sensation as expected.
She immediately leaned over to look, and saw Yu Chang catch the soup bowl with one hand and use his sleeve to block it for her.
The scalding juice covered his hands, burning his usually pale skin crimson.
Wen Yu came back to her senses with a start, "Yu Chang, you——"
"Are you okay?" Yu Chang took out a handkerchief as if nothing had happened. He didn't even bother to tidy himself up, but wiped the soup off the corner of Wen Yu's clothes. "Be careful."
His movements were cautious and gentle, forming a stark contrast to his cold expression.
In a trance, Wen Yu still thought of Song Linsheng, even though they didn't look alike at all.
Song Linsheng loves neatness and cleanliness, and always prepares a lot of handkerchiefs, one for wiping hands and the other for wiping sweat, and they are clearly divided.
This was what Song Linsheng did most often...
Yu Chang looked no different from before, but she could sense his changes, but she couldn't determine the deeper meaning behind these changes.
Unsure? Or afraid to face it?
"I..." Wen Yu was startled and quickly snatched Yu Chang's handkerchief to bandage his wound. "I'm fine. You should be careful."
Wen Yu tried hard to tie the handkerchief together, but her eyes kept wandering around and she couldn't focus.
She seemed to have done something wrong and was eager to escape, but she couldn't tell whether she was running away from Yu Chang in front of her or the person sitting opposite her...
"I'll do it." Yu Chang saw her evasion, calmly took the handkerchief from Wen Yu's palm, and bandaged himself slowly.
He didn't seem to have any emotion, but he couldn't help but glance at the direction Wen Yu was looking at.
The person sitting next to the green-haired monster was surprisingly his master—
The annoying Taihao in Zhuoying Palace.
Before, outside the cemetery, he didn't know why the green-haired monster stopped him. Now it seems that there must be someone's instructions.
Yu Chang silently curled the corners of his lips and moved closer to Wen Yu's shoulder. "Help me, Wen Yu."
"I shouldn't have been so stubborn." Wen Yu calmed herself down and tied the handkerchief. "I'll use my spiritual power to help you heal."
As she spoke, she concentrated on healing Yu Chang's injuries, completely unaware of how others saw her and Yu Chang cuddling each other from different angles.
Tai Hao frowned and said nothing. He lowered his eyes to glance at the soup bowl in front of him, and as if possessed, he rubbed the porcelain white outer wall with his fingertips.
Feeling the temperature of the soup in an almost self-destructive way——
It’s very hot, very hot…
But he didn't let go, instead he held it tightly in his palm.
He couldn't tell which was better, the conscious pain or the numb sinking.
But the burning sensation at this moment actually made him feel an excitement that he couldn't suppress.
Since the day he returned to the throne of God, some things that he had deliberately gathered were now struggling uncontrollably, vying to grow, almost breaking through his body, crushing his calm face into dust, and letting the hypocritical decorations scatter in the wind.
"Hmm, hmm?" Dan Qing followed his master around. Seeing the situation, he was so anxious that he almost jumped up, but he could only make intermittent hesitant sounds.
The master has lived for thousands of years and is protected by divine breath, so a small injury is naturally not a big deal. He is wondering why this is the case?
He tried his best to break through the restraint of the silence spell and asked anxiously, "Master?"
"aunt?"
Another female voice was a hundred times more anxious than Dan Qing's. Chen Zhizhi rushed towards Wen Yu holding the freshly brewed Jingting Green Snow.
"Auntie, are you okay?"
The banquet hadn't even officially started yet, and she had just been away for a while, so how could this happen?
Chen Zhizhi subconsciously put the teacup far away, fearing that Wen Yu would be hurt again. "Song Xuechuan? Why did you serve such a hot dish?"
"That's what Lord Jia wants to drink while it's hot." Song Zhuo walked over holding a jar of something unknown, and glanced at Jia Tingxi out of the corner of his eye.
Jia Tingxi, who was holding Zhao Qiying, was not happy to hear this. "How could that be true? Second Young Master Song."
"If you want to quarrel, go outside and quarrel in the yard." Wen Heng did not take sides and gave each of them fifty lashes. He thought that his brothers and sisters would never grow up and were not as calm as Brother Yu.
Song Yujiang smiled faintly and said nothing, only handing the medicine and bandage to Wen Yu.
"Sister Heng..." Song Zhuo called softly.
Wen Yu, who had no intention of interrupting, just shook her head slightly, took advantage of everyone's jokes to cover up, and re-bandaged Yu Chang's wound.
Looking at Wen Yu who was concentrating on bandaging the wound in front of him, Yu Chang raised his eyes over her shoulder and looked at Tai Hao directly and without any evasion.
He didn't believe that a physical body was really that important and could be more important than the hundred years he and Wen Yu had spent in the Inn of Rebirth.
Taihao held the soup bowl in his hand even tighter. Facing Yu Chang's gaze, he did not flinch.
For a moment, the scene became a little cold.
Chen Zhizhi's eyes flicked back and forth between Yu Chang and Tai Hao. She vaguely guessed something and quickly interrupted, "Song Xuechuan, what are you holding in your arms?"
He didn't know what that black mass was, but he treasured it so much that he couldn't bear to put it down.
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