Chapter 35 First Release "But you only have one."...
"Master Xiao Song, you are blessed now!"
When Wen Yu thought of what Song Linsheng said, that Mu Chunli could bring blessings by bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, and considering that his hair was wet, she couldn't help but want to tease him.
Song Linsheng didn't try to tease her. He simply stared at her intently and asked hastily, "Madam Wenyu! Are you alright?"
Wen Yu was stunned when she heard this. It was Song Linsheng who had been splashed with Mu Chunshui, not her. Why was Song Linsheng asking her if she was okay?
Her round, almond-shaped eyes were filled with confusion, almost overflowing. Perhaps because Song Linsheng's gaze was too sincere, Wen Yu involuntarily lowered her head to examine herself. Only after confirming that she was alright did she look back up at Song Linsheng.
He was tall, towering over Wen Yu. Wen Yu's head barely reached the height of Qi Song Linsheng's shoulders. He was looking down at Wen Yu, his eyelashes as black as raven feathers, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes, which were as flowing as spring water and as deep as autumn.
Wen Yu was stunned. Even if they weren't satisfied with the appearance of a fairy, they could still use their magic power and cultivation to transform it again. Song Linsheng was just a mortal, so it was really amazing that he was so handsome. Thinking of this, Wen Yu forgot what she was going to say.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Linsheng thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "You didn't get wet, did you? Madam Wenyu!"
“I…I…”
"You have injuries on your body and cannot stand water." Song Linsheng continued. He was worried about the wound on Wen Yu's back and didn't know if it had healed completely.
He and Madam Wenyu were different in gender, so it was inappropriate for him to inquire about her injuries. Moreover, since Abo and Azhu came into the mansion, he…he had no reason to ask about Madam Wenyu's injuries alone.
He had originally wanted to ask Xiyan to ask Abo privately the day before, but after much deliberation, he decided against it. He didn't know the current status of Madam Wenyu's injuries, and even with Azhu and Abo's two maids, he was still worried.
It’s better not to let Madam Wenyu get involved.
"Ah?" Wen Yu finally came back to his senses.
As she regained consciousness, she remembered the scratch on her back. Some things, like the scratch on her back, were better left unmentioned. But once she did, she felt completely uncomfortable.
Wen Yu felt an itch on her back, perhaps from the scabs forming on her wounds. To stay longer at the Song residence, she hadn't used any healing magic, but had used Song Linsheng's medicine.
After all, mortals are just mortals! If injured, they have to endure the complicated process of applying medicine, healing, and scabbing the wound, unlike the free and easy process of magic. Wen Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It's not easy to be a god, and it's not easy to be a mortal either!
"I...I'm fine!" Wen Yu couldn't help but move her shoulders. "But you're so wet."
"You always say that it will be cold in early spring and tell me not to catch a cold. Now I'm afraid you will catch a cold first!" Wen Yu raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to do.
This Lord Mu's grip was too strong, spilling so much water! If it had just drenched her, it would have been fine, but it was Song Linsheng who suffered. It seemed like nothing good had happened to him since she had found him in the lower realms... Wen Yu sighed inwardly... She had to find a way to change Song Linsheng's luck.
Song Linsheng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Madam Wen Yu was fine.
He turned his gaze away from Wen Yu's face and glanced down at his robe. It was alright, just a little wet on the back and the bun, nothing serious.
"Why don't we go back?" Wen Yu suggested. Although she wanted to watch the ceremony, Song Linsheng's clothes were soaked, so it was best to return home as soon as possible. She didn't want him to get sick. If he got sick, it would take him ten days or half a month to recover after the usual treatment and medication.
Today she had performed the purification ceremony, enjoyed the Jiangyang water feast, met Lord Mu as the God of Spring, and sang with Song Linsheng. She was already very satisfied.
Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng's thin body and thought to himself: Don't let Song Linsheng's body be worn down.
"Go back and ask Uncle Song to make you some hot soup!" Wen Yu said, "You also need to change your clothes as soon as possible."
As she spoke, Wen Yu raised her hand to grab Song Linsheng's shoulder, preparing to pull him back together.
"Madam Wenyu!" Song Linsheng held Wenyu's arm with his backhand, motioning her to wait.
He paused as he spoke. When had he become so adept at grasping Madam Wen Yu's hand without a second thought?
"It's just a little water, it's no problem." He comforted Wen Yu, his soft voice sounded as if it had been soaked in water, with a hint of moisture and hoarseness.
"This is Madam Wenyu's first time to worship the God of Spring. I don't want her to return home disappointed." He smiled warmly and comforted Wenyu.
Wen Yu had originally turned back, but now she could only stop and listen to Song Linsheng. Her eyebrows knitted slightly, and her watery eyes were tinged with hesitation. Of course, her heart was moved by what Song Linsheng said. But...
"Your health is more important! Although offering sacrifices to the God of Spring is rare, it happens every year, so there's no need to rush!" Wen Yu weighed the pros and cons and made a firm decision. "But you are the only one, and you are the most important!"
Song Linsheng's heart tightened when he heard this. Madam Wenyu said... I am... most important...
The more thoughts in his mind became, the more he froze and couldn't move.
Wen Yu, however, was completely unaware of Song Linsheng's thoughts, believing him to be concerned about the sacrifice. Indeed, mortals place the greatest importance on the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods, entrusting their entire lives to the gods. One can only imagine the reverence they feel.
Wen Yu couldn't help but ponder. "Master, Master, you have a broad mind and compassion for all people. The Wutong Ancestral Temple has countless incense offerings. Surely this one offering of my respects wouldn't be in vain! When I return to the Spring Temple, I will study diligently day and night, inheriting your aspirations and striving for a speedy ascension! Wouldn't that be more cost-effective than a single offering of respect?"
She muttered to herself for a while, then continued, "The God of Spring is generous and loves the world the most! You should also bear this responsibility!"
"Worshiping gods is not about rituals, but about the heart! Don't worry, even if the God of Spring comes in person, he will tell you to go back and take care of yourself." Wen Yu tried to pull Song Linsheng again, but he froze in place and didn't move.
Song Linsheng pondered the words, "You are the only one, and you are the most important." His mind was already wandering. Countless thoughts swirled through his mind, his inexplicable thoughts darting everywhere, impossible to grasp. His mind was a cloud of confusion, not as clear as before.
It was not until Wen Yu called him several times with great effort that Song Linsheng finally came back to his senses.
"Madam Wenyu..." His clear voice sounded.
"Hmm?" Wen Yu looked up at Song Linsheng. She had no idea that Song Linsheng was so stubborn. She couldn't pull him away. She wanted to cast a spell and throw him back to the house.
Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu. He originally thought that since this was the first time he brought Madam Wen Yu to appreciate the scenery of Shangsi Day, he should insist on finishing the lantern show until the night, so that it would be complete.
It's just a few drops of water, what's the big deal? He was suffering from typhoid fever and wind-heat.
Unexpectedly, Madam Wen Yu was so concerned about his health that she would rather not watch the sacrificial ceremony and asked him to go back home to rest.
He looked at Wen Yu, her fine hair covering half of her smooth, jade-like forehead, rippling gently in the wind. Her eyes were lively, as if the starry sky on an August osmanthus night had all fallen into Wen Yu's eyes.
The long night begins with the sound of bells and drums, and the bright stars are about to appear in the sky.
Our ancestors, when filled with emotion, could gaze at the starry sky all night long until dawn.
Song Linsheng looked into Wen Yu's eyes and thought: Seeing the bright stars in Wen Yu's eyes, I know that what the predecessors said is true.
A gentle breeze rippled the veil on Wen Yu's veil. Occasionally, a corner of the veil would brush past her eyes, half-covering them, making them appear hazy, almost invisible.
In Song Linsheng's eyes, it was just like a star, visible but unattainable. He curled his fingers slightly...
"Song Linsheng? Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. "What do you want to say? Why don't you say anything?"
Only then did Song Linsheng realize that he was actually obsessed.
Song Linsheng raised his hand and wiped the water droplets from his forehead with his sleeve, smiling and saying, "I mean, Madam Wenyu doesn't have to go back."
"We've reached the foot of Houchun Mountain. If we turn back, it will take even longer."
Song Linsheng let go of Wen Yu's hand, twisted his sleeves, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the fabric.
"Why don't we continue to follow the sacrificial procession and go up the mountain to the Xianchun Cottage to rest."
"Xianchun Cottage?" Wen Yu heard his words and seemed to have mentioned it once before.
Seeing her expression, Song Linsheng knew that she probably couldn't remember, so he added: "Xianchun Cottage has been tidied up and put away. There are some spare clothes there-"
"So we only need to go up the mountain, which is faster than going back!" Wen Yu took over the conversation and couldn't help but snap her fingers! A crisp sound jumped out from her fingertips, and Wen Yu quickly withdrew her hand.
In heaven, she always loved snapping her fingers to activate spells and talismans, and even in the mortal world, she couldn't break this habit. If Song Linsheng saw her, he would probably think she was a scoundrel and had no manners.
She'd read in the scrolls there that mortals valued etiquette, and Song Linsheng, born into a prominent family, must have placed even greater emphasis on a woman's moral integrity, manners, and appearance. If she wanted to stay with Song Linsheng for a long time, she'd better observe some mortal etiquette and restrain her bad habits. Wen Yu clasped her hands behind her back...
Song Linsheng naturally noticed Wen Yu's little gesture. He smiled without saying anything, simply thinking that Wen Yu was innocent and adorable. Unlike the women confined by etiquette, Wen Yu was like a bird chirping in the mountains, a spirited horse galloping in the wilderness, free and unrestrained.
"Madam Wenyu, you are absolutely right." Song Linsheng smiled and said, "I am ashamed of myself!"
If it were in the past, Wen Yu would have responded by calling him "Master Xiao Song" to argue with him if he had heard him speak like this.
But now, for some reason, when Wen Yu saw Song Linsheng's hair sticking wetly to his forehead, she felt it was so glaring that she dared not even look at it. After thinking about it, Wen Yu felt that it must be because Song Linsheng was too fair, so fair that it was a little dazzling.
Wen Yu couldn't stand it any longer, so he had to look away and look towards where Lord Mu was.
Song Linsheng followed her gaze and saw that Mu Jingli had led everyone up the stairs and along the bluestone path towards Houchun Mountain.
The crowd of tourists startled the birds on the branches, causing them to sing. The melodious and clear calls slipped out from the mountains and landed on the shoulders of the crowd.
"Madam Wenyu, please?"
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The author has something to say: Xiao Song is like this at the moment: I don’t want to either, but she said I am the most important!
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