Chapter 36 "Don't you want to change clothes?"
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng followed the pace of the surrounding tourists, and this time they did not chase after Lord Mu as before.
Lord Mu was going to lead everyone to the Wutong Ancestral Temple on Houchun Mountain to carry out the next sacrificial ceremony, while Wen Yu and Song Linsheng had to go to the Xianchun Cottage on the mountainside first, so they had to separate in the middle of the journey anyway, and they no longer chased after Lord Mu's procession.
Although she was not in a hurry to watch the sacrificial ceremony, Wen Yu was worried about Song Linsheng's half-wet robe, so she felt nervous and walked faster, holding up her skirt as she hurried up along the bluestone slabs.
"Madam Wenyu! Madam Wenyu!" Song Linsheng followed closely behind, his chest heaving and panting slightly, a thin gasp escaping from his throat, and his white jade-like face flushed a little.
He rarely felt this tired, and today he'd been chasing after Madam Wen Yu. He hadn't noticed it then, but now it felt strangely strenuous. His body was exhausted, yet his heart was filled with joy. He was truly out of character today.
Song Linsheng called Wen Yu and looked up at her flying braids.
But Madam Wenyu seemed to be tireless and still so energetic. Seeing this, Song Linsheng was unconsciously infected by her and felt a lot more relaxed.
Wen Yu responded by turning around. She spun so quickly that the braid beside her ear swung around, swaying in front of her chest. The pair of silver butterflies on her bun, exquisitely crafted, flapped their wings as she moved, creating a crisp sound as they collided.
"Song Linsheng!" Wen Yu put one hand on her waist and raised the other hand to wave at Song Linsheng below her, "Hurry up!"
Perhaps feeling a bit warm, she took off the veil on her head and put it on her back with the brocade rope. Wen Yu played with the loose hair on her forehead, finished talking to Song Linsheng, and turned to look at the veil behind her.
It really looks like the bamboo hat his master carried when he traveled in the mortal world!
"Madam Wenyu, go slower!" Song Linsheng stroked his chest and panted, "Slow down! Wait for me!"
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng's exhausted appearance and was a little confused. It was just a few steps of stone steps, but how could Song Linsheng be so tired?
She turned her head and glanced up the mountain. She and Song Linsheng had only walked less than halfway. Not to mention the Wutong Ancestral Temple, they were still far from the Xianchun Cottage!
Wen Yu turned around and walked down a few steps along the bluestone road, and soon came to Song Linsheng's side.
"Can you still walk?" Wen Yu thought of the first time she met Song Linsheng, she seemed to have said the same thing. Now, in just a few days, it seemed like several years had passed.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu asked without hesitation: "Can I carry you on my back?"
The strand of hair on Song Linsheng's forehead was already half-dried, perhaps due to sweat, and hung half-dried on the side of his face. A thin layer of sweat spread across his smooth forehead, reflecting the spring light and making him look even more handsome.
He raised his hand and pinched half of his sleeve to wipe away the sweat, but he didn't expect that his clothes were still wet, and the touch of his skin was icy cold. Song Linsheng felt a prick of coldness, and he quickly lowered his hand and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.
"No... no need..." A light crimson cloud flew up to his earlobes, making his ears gradually turn red.
How could Madam Wenyu always be so kind? When they first met, he had broken his leg and she had offered to carry him. Now that he was just a little weak, Madam Wenyu brought up the subject again.
She was really kind-hearted, and treated him...really, really well...
Song Linsheng thought so, but he did not forget to deny it repeatedly.
"How can I ask Madam Wen Yu to carry me?" That would be embarrassing. If he had enough strength, he could carry Madam Wen Yu up the mountain.
What was he thinking? Song Linsheng was shocked. There was a difference between men and women. How could he think like that? It really offended Madam Wen Yu.
He felt extremely shy for a moment, not knowing what to say next. He was afraid that if he accidentally revealed everything in his mind, wouldn't that be... wouldn't that be...
Thinking of this, Song Linsheng simply kept silent. Talking too much would only lead to more mistakes, so he decided to keep quiet for a while!
Wen Yu's expression changed as he tapped his face, but he didn't speak for a long time, so he guessed what he was thinking.
Song Linsheng, regardless of his aristocratic family background, was a man who passed the imperial examination and was personally praised by the emperor as "a man of profound knowledge and wisdom." Regardless of all this, one can still understand something by just looking at the books he has read.
He is talented but not arrogant, famous but not conceited. He is truly a well-mannered and elegant gentleman.
How could such a man have the nerve to ask a woman to carry him on his back?
Wen Yu didn't understand Song Linsheng when she first met him, but now that she has read all his books one by one, she understands a little bit.
Since she doesn't want to, then she can just support him! Wen Yu thought to herself, and reached out to support Song Linsheng.
"I knew you didn't want to." Wen Yu shook her head. She held Song Linsheng's forearm with one hand and secretly transferred some magic power to him to relieve his fatigue.
"Then let's walk slowly. We're not in a rush to get to the Wutong Ancestral Temple anyway!" Wen Yu reassured Song Linsheng. She'd walked so fast unconsciously, not because she was desperate to catch up with Master Mu and his group. She was just afraid Song Linsheng would misunderstand her and chase after them, exhausting himself.
He... He's not unwilling...
Song Linsheng said in his heart.
He just can't.
With Wen Yu's support, Song Linsheng felt his body lighten. The fatigue in his body gradually dissipated, and the breath in his chest became much smoother. He exhaled slowly, and seemed to have regained his spirits.
It was truly miraculous. Song Linsheng casually glanced at Wen Yu's hand, her fingers green and slender, her skin white as jade. He only dared to linger for a moment before quickly looking away. Suddenly, he thought of something else.
"My clothes are cold." Song Linsheng pulled his sleeve out of Wen Yu's hand, "Don't let Madam Wen Yu get too cold!"
"Women are delicate and can endure all kinds of cold and heat, but Madam Wenyu is different."
Song Linsheng's lips curled up, his smile as gentle as jade and as bright as the moon.
"I'll go on my own, Madam Wenyu!"
Wen Yu understood Song Linsheng's intentions. But she felt helpless as she looked at her empty hands. She was just a piece of wood, so how could she be afraid of cold or heat? She certainly wouldn't catch a cold and get sick.
But since Song Linsheng had spoken, she couldn't insist.
You can't just jump up and say: I! A thousand-year-old tree and a hundred-year-old spirit! What's the point of a mere cold wind?
Wen Yu withdrew her hand, took a step forward and walked onto the stone steps two steps higher than Song Linsheng. She tiptoed and looked towards the mountainside. The Xianchun cottage was hidden among the grass and trees. From this point, she could not see any shadow at all.
If you are an ordinary person, you can only follow the guidance of the bluestone slabs honestly.
But who was Wenyu? She was the Biwu, a woman who had taken root in Houchun Mountain for a thousand years. Even though her intelligence hadn't yet fully developed in the early years, the birds and foxes that flew by would always come to the Wutong Ancestral Temple to pay their respects. Even from their casual conversations, she could get a good idea of Houchun Mountain's current state.
Moreover, after she transformed, she followed her master to the mountains for many training sessions, and even when she was alone, she could move through the mountains like the wind. Even if she closed her eyes, the terrain of Houchun Mountain and the cave dwellings of the spirits would appear in her mind.
Not to mention Song Linsheng's Xianchun Cottage.
Wen Yu thought for a moment and came up with a shortcut that would allow the two of them to quickly reach Xianchun Cottage.
Wen Yu turned to face Song Linsheng. His white clothes were whiter than snow, barely wet. The overlapping collar, perhaps due to water stains or sweat, stuck to his body, outlining an extremely slender white neck.
"Master Xiao Song!" Wen Yu's eyes flickered like stars, and she winked playfully, "I know a small path that will take us up the mountain faster!"
Wen Yu glanced up and down at Song Linsheng's robes and said with regret, "I'm sorry to ask you, Master Song, to be a 'rough man' with me for once."
Song Linsheng couldn't help laughing when he received Wen Yu's teasing look. He brushed the hem of his robe - it was previously stained with water and stained with dust along the way, and the cloud pattern embroidered on the satin had long lost its luster.
"Could it be more embarrassing than this?" Song Linsheng gestured to Wen Yu, asking himself, "I'm afraid it's hard to say."
Wen Yu curled her lips and chuckled, then turned around and walked ahead, with her hands behind her back, waving at Song Linsheng.
"Whether it's difficult or not, we'll know immediately!"
She walked forward with her head held high and her steps straight. Her hair flowed, her figure slender. The veil was now slung behind her, swinging with her hopping steps. Every time the tulle brim flew up, the beads on it fell back down under its weight.
The beads collided, making bursts of pleasant and clear sounds, which could easily hit someone's heart.
Seeing her cheerful figure gradually disappearing into the distance, Song Linsheng hurriedly caught up with her.
The sun sets, and the clouds are tinged with dusk. The lush, boundless green of Houchun Mountain is now veiled in swirling clouds and mist. Houchun, like a beautiful young woman, retreats into her veil of azure clouds, half-hidden, hesitant to speak.
The sound of drums and music from the sacrificial ceremony gradually faded away, and what appeared before Wen Yu and Song Linsheng was the Xianchun Cottage where they had first met a few days ago when they took shelter from the rain.
Song Linsheng's white clothes were so white that the color was almost invisible. The hem was stained with dirt, and half of the sleeve was torn, revealing an unsightly gap. It no longer looked like a gorgeous brocade garment.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng's disheveled clothes, which did not conceal his graceful demeanor in the slightest. He still looked like a jade or stone sculpture, standing relaxed and comfortable, facing the wind.
Although Wen Yu had been told that this path was difficult to walk on, she hadn't expected it to be so difficult! She remembered that this was clearly a narrow path before, but when she walked on it just now, where was the road? The forest was full of grass and trees, and the branches were slanting. She was not afraid of it, but it was difficult for Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu scratched his head and spoke carefully: "Are you okay, Song Linsheng?"
"It's just a piece of clothing, it's no big deal." Song Linsheng raised his hands and looked around - it was a little torn, but fortunately it didn't affect the appearance.
Song Linsheng stepped forward and said as he walked, "We have to change clothes when we come here anyway."
Wen Yu nodded, lifted her skirt and followed, but saw Song Linsheng stopped at the threshold.
"Why don't you go in?" Wen Yu tilted her head to look at him, puzzled. "Don't you want to change clothes?"
Song Linsheng's lips moved, and he couldn't think of any words to answer Wen Yu's question for a long time. He lowered his head and looked into Wen Yu's clear eyes. He knew she didn't mean anything else, but Song Linsheng's heart was full of mixed thoughts, and it seemed like it was about to burst out.
"Yes! I need to change clothes!"
"Then go in!" Wen Yu was still puzzled. If he delayed any longer, he might catch a cold.
Song Linsheng saw that Wen Yu had no intention of waiting outside and seemed to want to go in with him. He felt his face flush and could not make out Wen Yu's words.
"Madam Wenyu, please wait a moment!" Song Linsheng responded hurriedly and quickly stepped into the house. After struggling for several times, he did not forget to close the door.
Wen Yu did not follow him, but fell into deep thought: She just saw Song Linsheng's face flushed, could it be that he had caught a cold?
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