Chapter 317 "Even if I die, I am willing..."
Like a sudden thunderclap, Dan Qing's words made everyone present stunned. Even Ming Kun changed his usual behavior and did not confront him.
Jiang Qi, who had just gained a moment of freedom, looked at the place where the zither's keel disappeared at a loss. Only then did he realize how difficult it was.
"Yuan Que, please wait a moment." In an instant, she had made her decision. "I will return the zither dragon bone to its original owner and ask Kui Xuan to come and rescue them."
Fengdu was equally shocked that Taihao could achieve such a degree, but after a brief moment of shock, he quickly stopped Jiang Qi, "Anzhi! It's useless!"
He only said that he would help him rescue Anzhi, but did not mention what the price would be.
Zang Ling tightened his hands that were originally holding the two swords and glanced at Tai Hao in disbelief.
When he was in Muyao Town, he was clearly calm and didn't seem to be in any trouble. How could it be...
But Wen Yu reacted almost immediately, staring at Tai Hao in her arms in astonishment, "Why, why are you..."
Why do we have to hide our injuries and endure the pain?
He must have been injured on Tanming Island, yet he rushed back day and night without a word, just to hand the keel of the zither to her, just to let her do what she wanted without any scruples, just so that she could feel at ease...
It's like a rusty blunt instrument grinding against my heart repeatedly. Although it's not sharp enough to draw blood, it causes an indescribable pain.
"I'm fine..." Tai Hao woke up slowly, his whole body was in chaos, and his eyes no longer had the usual clarity.
But despite this, he still did not forget to comfort Wen Yu.
"How can he be alright?" Dan Qing ignored the dust on the ground and hurried over. "The master just returned to his position, and his mind is unstable, so he runs around every day for Wen Yujun's affairs."
He couldn't understand why the host seemed so strange after he woke up after just taking a nap in Zhuoying Palace.
How could Taihao, the former Green Emperor of the Eastern Heaven, be so pure and free from worries, but how come he became so impulsive and disorderly after visiting the mortal world?
"Now, he's even had a huge fight with... Kui Xuan, and they're even at loggerheads." Dan Qing was anxious and angry, but couldn't find an outlet to vent his anger. "Do you know what Kui Xuan is..."
When it came to the crucial point, Dan Qing angrily shut up and said no more.
The master respects and loves her, so he won't be willing to criticize her...
Zang Ling held down Fuxue and Chunsha, who were roaring at her waist, and secretly thought that Danqing should shut up at the right time, otherwise she really couldn't help but tell him to shut up.
She had seen Tai Hao crying on Gouwu Mountain that day, so she naturally knew that the current situation must be something he wanted to do, otherwise who could force him to go?
"Xiao Yu." In recent days, he was reluctant to call the person in front of him Wen Yujun, but he didn't dare to call him Xiao Yu again.
Now when he heard her call Song Linsheng, he finally seemed to have received some permission.
Tai Hao forced a smile and asked, "What did you call me for?"
Looking at his pale, fading face, Wen Yu felt a surge of fear in her heart, and even her voice trembled as she spoke, "Song Linsheng..."
"I'm here." Taihao answered naturally, just like he had done countless times before.
But Wen Yu's heart didn't settle down because of his response. Instead, it tightened even more, because...
Such scenes often appeared in her dreams in the middle of the night, waking her up again and again.
The valve of memory opened, and the past poured out like a flood. When the waves hit, Wen Yu couldn't tell the truth from the false.
Could it be possible that the snow in Jiangyang Prefecture could really fall on Gouwu Mountain at night?
That was the first and last winter she and Song Linsheng spent together.
"Sir, do you see that my lantern is hung straight compared to the one next to it?" Xiyan stepped on the long ladder, breathing out white air uncontrollably, and looked back while working.
Song Linsheng stood in the courtyard holding an oil-paper umbrella. The fox fur on his body was whiter than the drifting snow, making him look even more handsome and gentle. "A little higher - yes -"
The charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly. Wen Yu felt hot all over and simply leaned on the window frame to watch them busying themselves.
"Sister Wen, would you like to help Ah Zhu cut paper-cuts together?" Ah Zhu, with two small buns on her head, suddenly appeared from under the windowsill. She looked so lively that she looked like a doll in a New Year picture hanging on the wall.
The sound of hurried footsteps flashed by, and Yanzi and Ayuan followed one after another, each holding a lot of peach blossom paper for cutting window flowers in their arms.
"The road is slippery in the snow, Ah Zhu, please move slowly." Ah Yuan was panting with his knees supported, obviously he had been chasing all the way.
Wen Yanzi put her hands behind her head and said with a carefree smile, "It doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, as long as I fall down and don't cry, that's all that matters."
Seeing the arrival of the group, A'bo quickly put down the cloth tiger he had been sewing, walked out of the house, and hugged A'zhu in his arms, "Little Miss, be careful not to catch a cold. Come in and warm up."
A Yuan and Wen Yanzi looked at each other, handed the prepared peach blossom paper to Wen Yu through the window sill, and then turned around with a smile to help Song Linsheng and Xiyan.
"Want to cut paper-cuts?" Wen Yu looked at the thick stack of paper and spoke to Ah Zhu while studying it. "If you want to cut paper-cuts, go find your sister Ah Zhu—"
If all of these were cut, I'm afraid they could be used to stick three layers of paper inside and three layers outside the windows of Guanwuyuan. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about glaring when sleeping during the day.
But before she could finish her words, Ah Zhu, who was baking rice cakes and fruit cakes, was surprised. "Huh? My wife usually loves these the most, why is she not interested today?"
"My lady, I naturally have more important things to do today..." Wen Yu pretended to be relaxed, leaning on the window frame and staring at the yard, then waved to Azhu without turning his head.
"Oh—" Ah Zhu winked at Ah Bo, then looked at the Second Young Master who was busy in the courtyard, and then looked at his wife who was almost lost in thought. They both understood each other tacitly, "Yes, yes, yes."
Wen Yu forced a smile and said nothing more.
Today is New Year's Eve, the day she and Song Linsheng agreed to celebrate the New Year together at the Wutong Ancestral Temple.
It should have been a time of farewell to the old and welcome to the new, and of joyful celebration, but for some reason she felt uneasy.
In fact, after returning from Wutong Ancestral Temple, although Song Linsheng twisted his ankle today or injured his hand tomorrow, he generally lived a peaceful life.
The situation is also under Wen Yu's control.
But every time he thought of the injury Song Linsheng suffered on the banks of the Yuanshui River, Wen Yu would not allow him to go to the embankment or fly a kite.
Song Linsheng naturally understood Wen Yu's thoughts. He only traveled back and forth between the government office and the mansion every day, hoping to return home safely.
The two of them lived their lives cautiously yet happily, and before they knew it, it was the end of the year.
Wen Yu was so lost in thought that she didn't even hear Song Linsheng talking to her.
Ah Zhu chewed the rice cake and mumbled, "Sister Wen, Second Brother is calling you!"
"What?" Wen Yu blinked, looking like he was a beat slow to react.
Song Linsheng brushed the ribs of his umbrella, and the falling snow fluttered down. "Xiaoyu, if you're tired, take a rest first. I'll call you when it's time for the New Year's Eve dinner."
"What are you talking about, sir?" Xiyan hung up the lantern, clapped his hands, and descended the bamboo ladder. "When the feast begins, I guarantee that Madam Wen will wake up by the aroma. There's no need to invite her."
Everyone laughed together, and the whole yard was filled with laughter.
At that time, she seemed to have said something about washing the inkstone, but now I can't quite remember it. I only vaguely remember that I became increasingly drowsy, and it seemed that I had actually fallen asleep in the blink of an eye...
When she woke up again, she was surrounded by the crackling sound of burning flames and the billowing smoke choked her so much that she couldn't speak. She could only hear hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the door mixed with panicked shouts.
"Xiaoyu!"
When Wen Yu looked up through the gap in the half-open window and saw Song Linsheng's red face outside the yard, she realized that a fire had started in the house.
"Hurry! Put out the fire!" Xiyan was also very anxious, running around and arranging people to come in and out.
Abai and Azhu were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they were outside with their children.
Wen Yu shook her head, trying to make herself more sober.
Although the heat waves came over her again and again, she was not too panicked.
Although she was made of wood, she was not afraid of fire. She could just use some magic to put out the fire.
But when he thought about it, Wen Yu realized that he had no strength in his hands at all, and there was no spiritual power at his fingertips at all.
How could this be? A little mortal fire couldn't have weakened her to such an extent that she lost all her magical powers.
Looking at the faint green light on his body, Wen Yu reacted belatedly -
This is what Chi Huangtong said to her, to pay off the karma and ascend to heaven as soon as possible. It is... a heavenly calamity.
For the first time, Wen Yu felt panic in her heart. She was not afraid of being burned by the flames, nor was she afraid of being destroyed.
Looking at Song Linsheng rushing in regardless of the obstruction, she was worried about——
Regardless of whether her ascension was successful or not, she would be separated from Song Lin forever... or even by death.
"Song Linsheng!" Wen Yu shouted almost immediately, but the thick smoke made him cough repeatedly, "Go!"
She had thought that life was short, so why not spend it with him? However, she had not expected that her calamity would come even faster, and she was afraid that she would never be able to do it.
"Xiaoyu, where do you want me to go?" Song Linsheng took off his outer robe, rolled back and forth in the snow with great speed, and rushed inside. "All I want in this life is to be by your side."
"Young Master!" Xiyan suddenly spoke, his face full of anxiety.
Song Linsheng, who was always gentle and restrained, was now furious. "Xiyan, are you also——"
A bucket of cold water poured over his head interrupted his words.
Through the intermittent water curtain in front of him, Song Linsheng saw Xi Yan and said, "Xiao Zi supports whatever Xi Yan does. Go quickly!"
Then Xiyan was also busy, and he also wet his clothes with water. He ran back and forth to put out the fire in front of the door, trying to pave a way for Song Linsheng.
"I'll leave the outside to you." Song Linsheng no longer distracted himself and rushed directly into the fire scene.
Watching his figure getting closer and closer, being stretched out in the dancing flames, Wen Yu vaguely thought that she always felt that mortals were fragile and insignificant before, and she thought she was tough and strong, but suddenly everything was reversed overnight, and she was going to drag Song Linsheng to save her.
Could it be that the tranquility of the past few days was just a precursor to a storm? The calamity was now meant to strike her, but the victim was... Song Linsheng...
After figuring out the key, Wen Yu finally understood why he had been feeling uneasy since early this morning.
She desperately wanted to get up from the couch, but she accidentally fell to the ground while struggling, "Ah——"
This fire is just trapping her, and there will be thunder from the sky later. Song Linsheng must take everyone away quickly, otherwise they will be implicated.
"No, Song Linsheng—" Wen Yu shouted desperately, but her hoarse voice was drowned out by the blazing flames. "Don't come over—"
A snow-white figure rushed in, without hesitation even though the fire was raging around it. The unswerving figure was like a moth to a flame, with great determination.
The broken roof, wrapped in a dazzling fiery red, pressed directly onto Song Linsheng's shoulders, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
As the flames swept through, Wen Yu seemed to hear the sizzling sound of his flesh burning, "Song Linsheng, don't be silly..."
The cries and shouts in the air mixed with the heat of the fire, and the busy noise outside the yard contrasted with the silence inside the house, as if two worlds were separated by a threshold.
Movement and stillness, life... and death.
The blockade of her spiritual altar made her weaker and weaker. She should have conserved her strength to deal with the thunder tribulation that was coming, but Wen Yu gathered the last bit of hope in her palm, wanting to fight to the death and send Song Linsheng away.
But before she could gather her strength, someone grabbed her empty hand.
"If a person doesn't even have the courage to be stupid, then his life is in vain." Song Linsheng's face was black and white, and he had lost his former elegance, but his smile was still so gentle and soft.
He stood up at some point and used all his strength to come to Wen Yu.
"You..." Wen Yu had originally thought of those rejection words, but at this moment, all of them disappeared, "You fool..."
The hand that was used to push the person away froze for a moment, and then held Song Linsheng tightly again.
"I'm not stupid, on the contrary, I'm lucky."
Song Linsheng shook his head and firmly held Wen Yu in his arms to protect her.
"I've said it before, I want to be with Xiaoyu, even if it means death."
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