Wen Chu also understood what Song Yusheng meant, and the timing couldn't be better at this moment.
Since he asked this, Wen Chu finally stopped hiding it. She said: "Young Master is of noble character and I cannot trust you more. If not, I would never have dared to take you in for so long. Now that Young Master has said Now, I will no longer hide from you.”
“My grandfather traveled around the country in his early years, and he once lived in Jiangnan for a period of time. , he told me that the Jiangnan area has beautiful mountains and rivers and outstanding people, so I have longed for the south. Naturally, I want to move to the south in the future. "
This is not a lie, Wen. Chu doesn't like Kyoto, even if it's nearby, she doesn't like it. If possible, she would like to move far away, for example, to the south.
Even though Wen Chu wanted money, he said it very tactfully, but he was afraid that he was not clear enough and too implicit, and he would not understand the underlying meaning, so he continued to add, "Grandpa back then When he died, he even said that he would rather be burned into ashes. Just don't bury me. I can use the money for the coffin to go to the south of the Yangtze River. However, since ancient times, Taoist priests have always paid attention to burial. How could I make my grandpa miserable for my own selfish purposes? I can only give up.”
This matter was not Wen Chu's nonsense. When Father Wen was dying, Wen Chu insisted on burning him to ashes after his death. Wen Chu, a girl, lives in such a world without even money. Let alone going to Jiangnan, I can barely afford to eat.
Later Wen Chu told Father Wen that she would rather sell herself alone than let him bury her in peace, so he gave up.
Song Yusheng understood. Wen Chu said that he wanted to go to Jiangnan, but also said that he had no money to go. Wasn't this just pointing him out.
The expression on his face did not change, but the smile in his eyes faded. After a moment of dead silence, he finally said: "Don't worry, girl. When I find the tribe, I will help the girl fulfill her wish."< br>
Wen Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. It seemed like it was done.
She was so thoughtful, if Song Yusheng didn't agree again, he would really be a white-eyed wolf, and it would be in vain for her to work so hard to provide for him.
With a slight smile between her eyebrows, she said in a sweet voice: "Thank you so much, Mr. Song."
The weather in late spring is the most comfortable, and the windows are not closed at night , the night wind blew into the house from the window, blowing the hair of the person in front of me flying. She had almond-shaped eyes and red lips, and a stern smile, which was brighter than the spring sunshine.
If Wen Chu's voice was brushed by a light feather, Song Yusheng couldn't help but think of what Wen Chu had said when he picked him up and took him home.
“You are beautiful, I will take you home.”
The fingertips of his chopsticks turned white.
She is greedy for money, but she also says he is good-looking. Is there anyone like her who is so deceitful?
Even though she had known for a long time that her intentions were impure, but now that it came out of her mouth, it was really disappointing.
*
Wen Chu did not sleep peacefully tonight. Perhaps it was because the storyteller brought back memories in Chengxiang Tower today, and Wen Chu actually dreamed about what happened back then.
The sound of fighting seemed to echo in his ears, and heavy blood flashed before his eyes again.
In the palace, her mother-in-law, the enchanting concubine in the world's mouth, had tears on her face and held her arms tightly with both hands. In the past, her favorite concubine, who treated her the best, sounded like a demon whispering.
"Our Xiaoxi is the bravest and most powerful princess in the world."
She hugged herself tightly, kept stroking the back of her head and said, "Good boy, We are not afraid. We are not afraid."
In his sleep, Wen Chu seemed to be hugged by Concubine De again, and he even felt like he was almost out of breath.
Fragments of memories came one after another intermittently, and the scene changed. Ben was still holding her mother-in-law, and the next second, her heart was pierced by an iron sword.
My eyes are full of blood, and the whole world is soaked in blood.
In her sleep, she felt like she was in the waves, bumping and undulating with nothing to rely on. Finally, at this moment, she was hit hard by the waves at the depths of the sea. Her throat seemed to be tightened, and she was about to gasp. Can't get angry.
Memories are ever-changing, and the pictures are constantly rotating. One moment he was wearing luxurious clothes, the next moment he was insulted and trampled.
It was quiet and dark late at night, Song Yusheng always slept lightly, the two of them lived in this small room together, Wen Chu was breathing rapidly and crying softly. By then, he had already woken up.
At this moment, Wen Chu was like a drowning person, his hands kept struggling and flapping, making a lot of noise.
Song Yusheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed and put on his shoes.
The room was dark, with no candles lit. I could only vaguely borrow the faint moonlight and groped my way to Wen Chu's bedside.
Wen Chu's cry was already a bit desperate, and his hands were waving more and more violently, as if there were evil spirits haunting him in his nightmares.
Song Yusheng squatted beside the bed, sighed, and reached out to grab her wrist.
This sigh sounded like pity, but it was not mixed with any emotion.
Song Yusheng's hands were very strong, Wen Chu's hands were tightly clamped, and finally he was freed from the nightmare.
When she woke up, she was breathing heavily, her sweat-covered hair stuck to the side of her face, and she didn't realize that her face was covered with tears.
“Mother Chu, don’t be afraid.”
Song Yusheng’s voice was very light. In the night, it slowly swayed to the ears, refreshing and sweet. When these words came out of his mouth, they never made people think about it, but instead made them feel at ease for no reason. People who are close to him will call Wen Chu this way, such as Father Wen, Aunt Yang, etc. Such titles are not meaningful at all. Besides, the two of them also sleep in the same room and have been together for more than a month.
His hand was a little cold, and it was still holding Wen Chu's bright wrist. Even if Wen Chu wanted to move, he couldn't.
In this situation, Wen Chu could not see anything and could only feel a cold feeling on his wrist.
Wen Chuxiang had not yet recovered, his eyes were very empty, and he just said a soft "hmm" to Song Yusheng's words.
“What did Chu Niang dream about, that she was hacked like this?”
Song Yusheng's name for Wen Chu naturally changed from "girl" to "Chun Niang". The difference of one word brought the relationship much closer.
Even though his words were full of concern, under the thick darkness of night, there was no hidden inquiry in his eyes.
Wen Chu didn't react yet. After a long time, she lowered her head and said, "It's nothing, I just dreamed about grandpa again. I thought that he was not living a good life underground, and I couldn't help but feel sad."
Lying again.
Song Yusheng could tell from Wen Chu's words that her grandfather should be a very good old Taoist priest. How could she be so frightened if she just dreamed about her grandfather.
But he shouldn't ask too many questions about Wen Chu's current state. Besides, she was tight-lipped and never told him the truth. Even at this time, she never let down her guard.
If I ask again, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get anything out of it.
Thinking of this, Song Yusheng couldn't help but sneer from his throat. She was so defensive about him, but today she dared to let that man send her home.
In the end, I have to guard against him alone.
How could Wen Chu know what Song Yusheng was thinking? Who knew what he meant by his inexplicable sudden laughter. But fortunately, Song Yusheng woke her up when she fell into a dream and could not escape. Otherwise, it would be cruel to her to experience the same thing again in her dream.
She said softly: "Thank you so much, sir, for what happened today."
She already had evil intentions, and Song Yusheng's behavior made her feel that it was a bit shameless for him to repay a favor.
Song Yusheng replied quietly that it was nothing, and the two of them stopped talking.
After that night, Wen Chu just put the matter behind him, did not take it to heart, and lived his life as usual.
Song Yusheng's injuries were almost healed, his face was no longer as pale as before, there was blood on his lips, and he was energetic.
Seeing Song Yusheng getting better and better, Wen Chu also felt that his life was getting more and more promising.
She thought that maybe the Song family would come looking for him soon. After all, they would never give up such an heir.
The Song family was already a high-ranking noble in the previous dynasty. The ancestors of the Song family were the heroes who founded the country together with the late emperor. They were honored as Dukes of the country and are still able to stand up to this day, even more so than their ancestors. Glory. The late chief minister of the Song family has a name that will go down in history. He was a respectful man and kept his secrets. Although Song Yusheng's father, who is now the Duke, is not as good as the deceased chief minister, fortunately, he has not made any mistakes since he succeeded the Duke. .
Even if we don’t say that Song Yusheng has a legitimate name and is the only legitimate son of the current Duke, how can we find someone like him if we search among Song Yusheng’s peers?
He can sit on the throne of the Crown Prince of Dingguo Palace, but only he can sit on it.
As long as the people of the Song family are not dizzy, they will definitely come looking for him.
*
Kyoto, in the Chengde Hall of Duke Dingguo.
As evening approached, Mrs. Song was sitting on the main seat, feeling uneasy. She has a beautiful face. Even though she is forty years old, perhaps because she has taken good care of her, there are no traces of wear and tear on her face, not even a few wrinkles.
At this moment, she frowned, looking indescribably sad.
Seeing that it was getting dark, the maids quietly lit the lamps and stepped aside.
At the same time, footsteps were heard outside the hall and under the corridor. Mrs. Song stood up hurriedly and went to greet her. She clutched the handkerchief nervously and said in a hurry: "Do you have any clues?" He said: "What's the clue? It's only been ten days, how could we find someone so quickly."
Mrs. Song's head felt a little heavy when she heard this, "What is this, son?" There has been no news from my wife for more than a month. Even if I go out to do business, I still have to send a message to my family. If there is such a silence, I should have gone to find it earlier, just in case. If something really happened, how could you find it in time now?"
Today is April 20th, almost two months have passed since Song Yusheng left Kyoto to find him.
Duke Dingguo was also a little frustrated. He was such a legitimate son. If something happened to him, how could he feel better? Seeing his wife questioning him like this, his voice became a little louder, "Is this my problem? He has always been reassuring in his work. Never has this kind of thing ever happened to him. I never worried about it before. Who knew it would happen like this now?" Now that his whereabouts are unknown, I have sent people to look for him. If he is alive or dead, there will always be an explanation. Besides, he went to help the emperor to find the princess. , even if something happens, he will not sit idly by." Mrs. Song became even more angry when she heard this, "Your Majesty! He is the one who caused my son's misfortune, and he will go find him and that person. The daughter of the demon concubine, why don’t you ask the Jin Yiwei people to go and ask my son to do what?”
(End of this chapter)