Chapter 73: He must never mention this to outsiders...
Mu Tong's eyes were wide open, his eyebrows were slanted, and his face was full of disbelief.
"The housekeeper Song from your lord's house came to see me before and said that he had received instructions from your lord." Mu Tong glanced at me and concentrated on repeating what he had seen before.
"If the master doesn't come back after noon, tell him to come to me first."
Although he had received the news, he had no idea what to do. In a hurry, he had to send several people out of the city to investigate. However, before they reached the temple Uncle Song had mentioned, on the way back to the city, they ran into the group carrying Master Song Xiyan. Among them was, of course, Madam Chen and her brothers and sisters, their faces covered in tears and snot.
But the only one missing was Madam Wen.
That's how they returned to the Mu residence together.
Although he asked Xiyan about the general situation, he didn't know whether Xiyan had any concerns, and he could not explain the details clearly.
He had no other choice but to put it aside for the time being and wait until Lord Song woke up.
Now Lord Song is finally awake. Although he didn't say much, at least there is a clue.
After all, Lord Song was probably the only one who knew the situation at that time, but he didn't ask too many questions. After asking a question, he fell silent.
"At that time, I didn't know why, but I was just like Wenyu..."
Song Linsheng's eyes were gloomy, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and his consciousness gradually withdrew, as if it was about to fly out of his body.
"Mrs. Wen?"
Mu Tong, who was sitting next to him, quickly grasped the key point of Song Linsheng's words and asked.
"What happened to Madam Tongwen?"
"Tong Wenyu..." Song Linsheng's voice was extremely light and shallow, like a willow leaf swirling across the center of a lake or a pair of swallows flying across the sky, leaving no trace.
But his intermittent voice suddenly stopped after Mu Tong asked the question——
Song Linsheng turned his head to look in the direction of Mu Tong, staring at him without blinking, but without saying a word, just looking at him silently.
Song Linsheng suddenly had an extremely bold idea in his mind. It was bold because he had guessed it a long time ago, but he had never thought about verifying it.
Today, it seemed that as soon as he touched Madam Wen Yu's fingertips, a strange feeling spread throughout his body. At first, he felt extremely warm, like the spring sunshine in March, and then his hands and feet became numb and he lost all his strength. There was no room for struggle at all, and he was completely unable to move.
If anyone else saw this, even someone as close to him as Xiyan, they would probably think that he was frightened and overwhelmed with fear, so he suddenly fainted.
However, his own heart was as clear as a mirror.
Although he was a little weak and didn't know any martial arts, he and his brother grew up together with the eldest son of the Lu family in Minghuai Prefecture. The eldest son of the Lu family was the famous and promising young General Lu. During the time he followed him, although Song Linsheng didn't learn any skills in wielding swords and guns, he gained a lot of knowledge.
Therefore, he would never faint if someone scared him with a knife.
Song Linsheng couldn't help but think of Madam Wen Yu's hands again -
As delicate as fat, as white as jade, it feels soft and boneless when held in the hand, yet makes people feel the endless power of life.
Is it what he thinks?
Song Linsheng's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering most of the emotions in his eyes. His expression was the same as usual, making it difficult to see any clues. However, his trembling eyelashes still betrayed his guilty conscience in subtle ways.
Mu Tong saw all this but said nothing.
He watched from the side, and always felt that Lord Song was like a dam blocking the Yuan River.
Perhaps it is in urgent need of dredging, and then the river will flow again, or perhaps it can only be blocked, and then the water will rise and the embankment will break, causing an unprecedented flood disaster.
And I'm afraid that only he can grasp the key to this.
Song Linsheng's mind was full of thoughts, just like a lake about to burst its banks. When the water rushed down and broke through the dam, Song Linsheng personally added a brick to the embankment, strangling the breaking momentum in the subtle and stopping it before it happened.
Whatever the truth is——
Song Linsheng raised his eyes to look at the carved screen, as if trying to find out if there was Xiyan among the figures behind it. However, when his gaze inadvertently swept across Mu Tong, he quickly looked away.
Regardless of the truth, he couldn't bring it up in front of anyone, lest it risk exposure and disaster. He couldn't even talk about washing the inkstone, let alone the Mu experience before him.
Song Linsheng remained silent and did not repeat the previous topic.
"Thank you for your care, Mr. Mu. I've been bothering you for a long time. I'll take my leave now."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand to lift the quilt in front of him, and wanted to get up and walk without waiting for Mu Tong to say anything.
Song Linsheng glanced around and saw that the lights were on in the room. It must be almost nightfall or even long after nightfall. It had been at least three hours since Wen Yu was captured. He had to take people to search for Mrs. Wen Yu everywhere as soon as possible.
I hope it won’t be too late. He must not let anything happen to Madam Wen Yu.
But just as his feet touched the ground and before he could stand up, a hand stretched across his body.
It was Mu’s experience.
Song Linsheng followed the frosty sleeves and went up to see Mu Jingli, who was about to speak, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.
Song Linsheng remained silent, waiting for Mu's next words. But before he could open his mouth, he heard a familiar male voice:
"Young Master, Young Master!"
The voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been roasted by fire, giving it a burning sensation. Even so, it was still easy to recognize: it was Xiyan, who had been by his side since childhood.
"Wash the inkstone?" Song Linsheng called tentatively, his eyes fixed on the screen from which the voice came.
As expected, before Song Linsheng finished his words, Xiyan came out from behind the screen in an indigo robe.
Xiyan was still wearing the same robe he had worn during the day, but it was covered in dust and grass debris, and there were several holes at the hem.
Of his whole body, only his face and neck were relatively clean. At this moment, his slender neck was just barely wrapped between the layers of gauze.
He knew at a glance that the wound had just been treated, so he rushed in impatiently to find Song Linsheng.
"Sir! Are you alright?" Xiyan rushed to the bed without stopping. Seeing Song Linsheng sitting up in good health, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously became more talkative.
"Master, you are finally awake..."
"Before I came here, I told Uncle Song that if the young master doesn't wake up, I will send a letter back to Shangdu to ask the eldest young master to bring the doctor from the capital..."
He kept talking and seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Song Linsheng nodded and lowered his eyes to look at the inkstone lying in front of his knees. Even though he talked a lot and frequently, Song Linsheng couldn't say anything to stop him for a while.
It seems that what happened today scared Xiyan. After all, the scimitar was really placed on Xiyan's neck, and he really saw blood.
He sighed almost inaudibly, raised his hand and stroked Xiyan's shoulder, saying comfortingly: "Xiyan, I'm fine, I'm awake now, right?"
"How's your wound? Is it a vital injury?"
I wonder if Xiyan will ever be unable to speak, or if his voice will remain hoarse forever. Xiyan is like a bird in the mountains in late spring, always loving to chirp. If he loses his voice, I'm afraid he'll never be happy again.
Xiyan sobbed, trying to swallow to moisten his throat so that he could answer the young master's question, but he didn't realize it just now and said a lot of words at once. Now he wanted to speak again, but he couldn't say anything.
"Master... Young Master..."
He opened his mouth but no sound came out, which made him very anxious. His face turned red and even the wound on his neck was bandaged with blood oozing out.
"Don't be so anxious." Seeing this, Song Linsheng quickly leaned over to help Xiyan calm down, and put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Don't be so anxious to speak. If you have something to say, take your time."
"Xiyan's wound is not a big deal. Although it's a bit deep, it doesn't hit any vital parts." Mu Tong, who was standing nearby, took over the conversation at the right time. He and the doctor had treated Xiyan's wound together, so he knew what was going on. "Take good care of it, and it will heal quickly."
Song Linsheng turned his head and nodded, and thanked Mu Tong softly: "Thank you for your care, Mu Tong."
"Today, I am grateful to Mu Jingli. He rescued me and Madam Wenyu first, and now he is taking care of me and Xiyan."
As he spoke, he folded his hands and was about to greet Mu Tong.
"Hey - Lord Song, there's no need to be so polite. Why are you being so courteous to me?" When Mu Tong saw Song Linsheng's actions, he hurried forward and held him with both hands.
Then, for some reason, he picked up the quilt that was scattered beside him and covered Song Linsheng's legs naturally and without hesitation.
"Let me do it..."
Xiyan tilted his head to glance at the brocade quilt that suddenly appeared in front of him, and quickly reached out to take a corner of the quilt from Lord Mu's hand, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for Song Linsheng.
This Lord Mu... is really thoughtful.
Mu Tong's hands were empty, and he was stunned for a moment——
He seemed to have crossed the line.
The Lord Song in front of him lowered his eyebrows and remained silent. His eyebrows were like the newly grown down on the reeds by the Yuanshui River, thick, clean and not complicated. Beneath his eyebrows, a pair of eyes as clear as the moon and as transparent as water were hidden under his slightly curved eyelashes, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if visible and sometimes not.
He was probably looking at Xiyan's hair whorl and didn't look up for a long time.
A strange atmosphere rose with the candlelight in the room, lingering among the three of them.
Mu Tong coughed lightly, trying to break the delicate silence. He and Lord Song had only known each other for a very short time, and their relationship was only that of superior and subordinate. If he had been thick-skinned, he could have reluctantly called them colleagues.
His actions just now were indeed somewhat offensive.
"But there are a lot of things that I am waiting for you to wake up and make a decision on." Mu Tong took a step back and stood aside with his hands behind his back.
"Mrs. Chen and the younger brothers and sisters who came back with Xiyan will be temporarily accommodated in my residence. From what Xiyan said, we will return to the master's residence together after he wakes up."
These are just minor matters. What's more, Madam Chen and her group are still safe. It doesn't matter whether they stay in his house or with Lord Song.
only--
"Madam Wen... I've sent people to look for her, but no news has come back yet."
Mu Tongxin turned around, feeling a bit anxious. Ever since he'd met Xiyan and Lord Song, and had asked the doctor to come back and forth, it had been quite some time. After so much time, there was still no news from the people he had sent out.
"Hmm..." Song Linsheng murmured, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mu Tong continued his previous conversation and said, "There is one more matter that I need to consult with Lord Song before making a decision."
"What Xiyan said concerns Lord Jia..."
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