Chapter 295 "Are you following me?"
Tai Hao slowly stood up straight after hearing this. He was much taller than Wen Yu, and at this moment he was looking down at the two people's tightly clasped hands.
His palms were covered with blisters, red and swollen, and the originally delicate white skin was now completely unharmed.
But he was completely oblivious to the pain, only feeling the warmth coming from Wen Yu's fingertips. Even if it was only a tiny trace, it was enough...
"This..." Wen Yu looked up at Tai Hao hesitantly, then looked at the wound.
She wanted to ask when it happened, but the answer seemed self-evident.
Crazy, really crazy.
The plaster Song Yu gave me just now hasn't been used up yet, so I can...
Wen Yu was in a state of confusion. The words of concern she had been preparing to express couldn't be restrained, but they suddenly became, "The Song residence is not hospitable to guests. Your Majesty, please return to the Zhuoying Palace."
Words spoken are like water spilled. Wen Yu looked at Tai Hao, who was soaked like a drowned rat, and felt that his eyes had turned gray.
She still remembered the promise she had made to Song Linsheng that they would not say anything angry or sarcastic.
She wanted to bite her tongue.
"Someone, show the guest out." Song Zhuo waited for this sentence for an unknown period of time, and did not give Wen Yu even the slightest chance to regret, and immediately ordered him to leave.
Wen Heng was much more gentle than him, and clearly disapproved of this approach. "Xiao Zhuo—"
"see a visitor out?"
"What guests are you sending off?"
"Who dares to see us off?"
Dan Qing didn't speak softly like Wen Heng, she shouted to stop everyone.
He couldn't beat Yu Chang before, but now he thinks he has the highest cultivation level except for the owner of the house.
Since this is the case, we must not let anyone ruin the master's work.
"Please forgive me, everyone." Dan Qing clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Song Zhuo and the others. When he stood up, he said inexplicably, "I invite everyone to look at the wind, the snow, and the moon!"
Then he flicked two fingers, and a surging wave enveloped everyone.
"Be careful!" Chen Zhizhi, realizing something was wrong, quickly stepped forward to pull Wen Heng and Shen Bi apart, but found that everything was in vain during the struggle.
She is only half human and half demon. If she really wants to compete with an ancient mythical beast like Dan Qing, she has no chance of winning.
"What are you going to do, you green-haired monster?" Su Jianbai tried his best to stand in front of Chen Zhizhi to protect her, and then frantically searched in his purse, "Swimming Fish Mask! This young master's swimming fish mask!"
But even though he had countless magic weapons, Dan Qing's cultivation was even higher, so there was no way he would have that much time to find a solution.
In just a moment, the waves swept everyone away and they disappeared from the spot, without even a drop of water left.
If the calls of "Sister Heng!" and "Bishan--" had not echoed in the room, everything that had just happened would have seemed as if nothing had happened.
As a result, the originally bustling house became mostly empty in an instant.
Wen Yu looked up along Taihao's hand and saw his pair of innocent eyes.
The eyes are moving and misty.
The look he gave her was somewhat pitiful, as if to say that he could not return to Zhuoying Palace this time, and wondered where she would send him.
Rubbing her eyebrows, Wen Yu felt a terrible headache. Now that Yu Chang was not around, she planned to capture Dan Qing first and then deal with the rest.
"Sister! Brother Jiming!"
"Shengsheng, I'm scared..."
Wen Yu responded and turned around, only to find that Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying, who had been hiding behind the table, were still there.
Dan Qing still has some conscience and humanity.
In fact, she knew in her heart that Dan Qing would not do anything out of the ordinary, but... hey...
"Xiaobao--" Wen Yu let go of Taihao and turned to walk towards Wenbao.
But before she could walk far, Tai Hao caught up with her in a few steps.
The faint scent of jasmine gradually approached, but Wen Yu did not relax at all. Instead, she became nervous and irritated.
She hates making decisions when she is not fully conscious.
Wen Yu was unhappy and not in a good mood, "What on earth are you——"
But to her surprise, Taihao did not speak to her, but walked straight past her to Wenbao and Zhao Qiying.
"Don't worry, Ah Zhu, Dan Qing won't hurt anyone."
Tai Hao squatted down and knelt on one knee on the ground, trying his best to make the two children look directly into his eyes, and then comforted them softly.
"Ayuan, Sister Wen and I are here, don't be afraid."
The innocent Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying were stunned when they heard this, and even forgot to wipe the tears from their faces.
What Sister Wen? It's... it's Aunt...
"Big brother—" Wen Bao stood in front of Zhao Qiying and called out tentatively, "I am..."
Although she thought this person was a little strange, she was still prepared to introduce herself and make a formal introduction out of courtesy.
Unexpectedly, Taihao's face was as surprised as hers, and he actually asked, "Azhu, why don't you call me Brother Song anymore?"
After hearing this, Wen Bao was at a loss and couldn't even say the words he had prepared.
Wen Yu, who was just a few steps away, was not in much better condition. Her feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move at all.
Ah Zhu, Ah Yuan...
Taihao was drunk but she was not, so she knew that the people in front of her were Wenbao and Zhao Qiying. However, when she heard him call them Ah Zhu and Ah Yuan, Wenyu couldn't help but feel dazed.
Old images overlapped, and she seemed to see Ah Yuan wrapping green rice dumplings at Xunfang Pond, Ah Zhu flying kites with Mr. Shen, and herself idly lying at the table with...
Wen Yu didn't move, but her hand hidden in her sleeve quietly touched the sachet still tied around her waist.
The crooked stitches and the silly little dragon were the first handicraft Song Linsheng gave her.
Although Tai Hao was exactly the same as Song Lin earlier, his temperament and personality were very different.
But now, who is Taihao after he gets drunk?
Wen Yu couldn't tell the difference.
What about him? Does he really know who he is?
"Look, Xiaoyu, even Ah Zhu doesn't recognize me." Taihao turned his head and looked at Wenyu, his eyes filled with mist looking at her blankly, "No wonder you ignored me..."
His face showed the confusion of sudden enlightenment and the innocence of disbelief. It seemed that he was completely out of the situation and had no idea what was going on.
Ah Zhu and Ah Yuan didn't speak to him, and Xiao Yu didn't respond to him. What... was going on?
Even if he became Song Linsheng, Xiaoyu would not talk to him anymore?
Droplets of crystal water flowed from his eyes, hanging upside down on his long eyelashes. Through this layer of water curtain, Wen Yu's figure began to overlap.
He struggled to hold on to his body, but in the end he couldn't resist the imbalance of his center of gravity. In the blink of an eye, he fell down without any warning.
Wen Yu acted immediately, quickly flashing to Tai Hao's side and scooping him into her arms before he could knock over the table.
She moved so quickly that it seemed as if she was not the one standing there in a daze.
The robes fluttered and the candlelight danced.
He just lay down on Wen Yu's shoulder, his face flushed like the glow of the sunset, his trembling eyebrows uneasy for some reason, and when he breathed, the cool fragrance of Xiaoxue wine floated around her neck, making her feel anxious.
It’s better to be drunk. When you’re drunk, you won’t act like…
She hated the way Taihao was always calm and nonchalant, as if no one and nothing in the world could move his heart.
He was like a valley without echo, a calm lake, or a bird that never rested. He was almost calm and self-possessed to a strange degree.
For no reason, Wen Yu suddenly thought of what he said in Houchun Mountain: Taihao is his divine title, not his real name.
So what was his name? Was it really Song Linsheng as he said?
She had always protected him like this in the past. Song Lin was born delicate and precious, so this was natural to her.
But if it was Emperor Taihao, who had high cultivation and profound Taoism, there would be no need for her to be so attentive to him.
Wen Yu rubbed his forehead irritably, wishing he could throw the man out of the house.
She was lost in thought when Wenbao suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Aunt, this big brother..." Wen Bao blinked, looked at Wen Yu and then at Tai Hao, his eyes full of confusion.
She had seen the portrait of this elder brother in Brother Jiming's study, and the name written on it was indeed... Song Linsheng.
Therefore, he was not wrong to say that he was Song Linsheng...
Why does my aunt seem to disagree?
"Xiaobao, listen to me..." After several considerations, Wen Yu still didn't know how to explain, "Auntie assures you that Ah Heng and the others will be fine."
Wen Bao had been accustomed to seeing all kinds of life in the market since she was a child in Wen Ji. She was not a naive child who knew nothing. With her aunt's words, she naturally had nothing to worry about, but now she was thinking about another matter.
"Aunt, Sister Bishan just told you not to torture yourself. Besides...it's rare to be confused..." After saying that, Wenbao quickly pulled Zhao Qiying out, "I, I'll take Yingying to rest first."
She shouldn't have said such things. After all, it was not her place to interfere in her aunt's affairs.
In fact, everything in the world depends on the heart. It doesn’t matter whether this big brother is Song Linsheng or not. What matters is who the aunt thinks he is.
She once heard Song Zhuo say to her elder sister, "It's rare to be confused, it's rare to be confused."
The elder sister's answer was, "Xiao Zhuo is a young hero with extraordinary talent, how could he be confused?"
"I hate that I can't be confused." Song Zhuo was silent for a while, and finally sighed.
She didn't understand it then, but now she has a rough idea of it.
Perhaps this sentence is just right for my aunt right now.
Until the door was closed, isolating the night snow outside and the warmth was restored inside, Wen Yu's cheeks gradually became hot but she still couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
She was shocked by Xiaobao's insight and unrestrained attitude, but at the same time she was ashamed of her own indecision and difficulty in making decisions.
"Xiaoyu..." Taihao woke up slowly, his pair of sparkling eyes fixed on her.
Wen Yu was startled by the moisture in his eyes and turned away, answering stiffly, "Your Majesty, just like Dan Qing, please call me Lord Wen Yu."
Somehow, Tai Hao didn't say anything, as if he tacitly agreed with Wen Yu's statement.
She thought he would insist, but she didn't expect it to be just like this.
"Wen Yujun..." Tai Hao rubbed his furry head against Wen Yu's neck and indeed changed his tone.
It was hard to tell whether he was relieved or angry, but Wen Yu stiffened his neck and refused to answer. He had never been so obedient in other matters.
Tai Hao was neither anxious nor annoyed, seemingly unaware of Wen Yu's deliberate neglect of him. "Your heart is beating so fast, like... thunder and lightning, a storm."
When these words came out, Wen Yu was stunned where he stood.
She quickly freed one hand and touched her heart, eager to confirm whether she had really lost her composure as he said.
But as soon as she raised her sleeve, Taihao quickly caught her hand.
With steady breathing and swift movements, Tai Hao's reaction speed at this moment was no longer any of the drunken look he had just now.
"You--" Wen Yu shouted in a low voice, but didn't know what to say.
She could only watch Taihao take her hand, and then look straight at her... little by little, fearlessly, and almost madly, he put his cheek against hers.
A tingling sensation like an electric shock came instantly, and Wen Yu couldn't help but curl her fingertips.
Looking at this face that looked exactly like Song Linsheng's, now effortlessly appearing in her palm, Wen Yu couldn't tell whether she should push it away or...
Perhaps because of being drunk, the temperature on Taihao's face kept rising, so hot that it almost burned her.
She wanted to dodge, but found that Taihao's palm was tightly covering the back of her hand, leaving her no chance of escape.
At the same time, those misty eyes stared at her without any hesitation.
Wen Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Normally, she was holding Taihao, and he was facing her with his back in a strange posture. With the contrast in height, she shouldn't be the one feeling uncomfortable.
How come it's the other way around?
The subtle aroma of jasmine mixed with the coolness of Xiaoxue wine created a very unique flavor, which made Wen Yu feel numb all over and her mind confused. She could not distinguish between reality and illusion, present and past.
The figures before her eyes overlapped, slowly bringing her back to the time when she was in Xianchun Cottage...
Song Linsheng nestled in her palm like this, his charming eyes fixed on her, and he said to the rice ears they had planted together -
"Sixty years of life are but the fruits of a hundred and twenty ripenings of the rice-ears."
"Every time, I want to spend time with Xiaoyu."
It was the same situation, and we were talking face to face.
Wen Yu leaned over and looked down in a trance, meeting Taihao's tear-washed eyes, which were hazy and flickering but very clear.
She didn't say anything, but she didn't pull her hand back either, just letting Tai Hao lean on her palm.
The latter did not retreat, and tentatively moved closer to Wen Yu. Tai Hao gently turned his cheek and stroked Wen Yu's fingertips, allowing her to clearly feel his presence.
He probably knew that Wen Yu would not reject this appearance. Before, he was afraid that she only liked this appearance, but now he was afraid that she didn't even like this appearance.
It doesn't matter even if she only likes this appearance. He only knows that the one reflected in her eyes at this moment is only him.
"We watched Snow White and Plum Blossom Red together. Did you watch it with him too?" Tai Hao asked tentatively in an almost bewitching voice.
Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled, and she didn't react for a moment, "Who?"
Facing those watery eyes, Wen Yu also laughed at himself for being confused. It took him a long time to remember that he was probably talking about Yu Chang.
After all, for hundreds of years, there has been no one else around her except Yu Chang.
"Yeah." She had seen it, so she wouldn't lie.
Tai Hao's eyes flickered, and he was obviously very angry at her bluntness, but he couldn't lash out. "Last time in front of Wuchang Ghost, he said he was yours..."
He was halfway through his words when Wen Yu actually recalled it carefully. By the time she realized it, it was too late to stop herself.
Yu Chang once said in front of Xie Bian that he was her...
He didn't explain clearly what it was, so Wen Yu was also confused. She could only guess a little based on her own assumptions.
"No." Wen Yu replied.
Tai Hao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked hurriedly, "Then I..."
Wen Yu did not answer immediately, but thought about the question carefully.
What makes Taihao think that it’s either Yu Chang or him?
Couldn't she just be Wen Yu, just herself? She didn't like this feeling.
Wen Yu suddenly woke up and quickly broke free from this brief dream. She looked at Tai Hao word by word, "You are not either."
Without saying anything else, Tai Hao fell silent, his flickering eyes unwilling to move even a little from Wen Yu, as if it was fine to just stare at her like this.
He...isn't either.
So who is it? Song Linsheng?
Tai Hao bit his lips, his eyes gradually filled with confusion, and he tilted his head to look at Wen Yu strangely.
Isn't he Song Linsheng?
As the undercurrent surged, the starlight reflected by the candlelight danced on Wen Yu's cheek, causing half of her face to be sunken in shadow, and the intersection almost cut her into two halves.
"You followed me?" After struggling for a long time, she finally realized it.
She was able to accurately tell where she and Yu Chang had been a few days ago, and from the details she asked, it was likely that she had not been able to truly say goodbye to the Emperor since she left in front of the Zhuoying Palace.
Tai Hao's face remained calm, and he even slowly approached Wen Yu. He had somehow discarded his usual dignity and self-possession, and put on a pitiful and rather charming demeanor.
"Yes... follow, Wen Yujun."
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