Chapter Eighteen Visiting (2)

  "Miss! That's the special pain-relieving and calming medicine that Wang Ye specially prepared for you! You just gave it away to someone else like that!" Zhu Mo thought of how Chu Jieyu usually treated Xu Wuyan, and the cold shoulders and disdain he usually received, and felt somewhat indignant.

  "Zhū Mò, I'm fine now, aren't I? Stop nagging! Hurry up and take me to San Furen's residence!" Xǔ Wúyán said to Zhū Mò with kind words and a gentle tone, looking more like sisters than mistress and servant.

  "Alright! I won't say anymore! The Third Madam lives in the Lush Cherry Blossom Courtyard of the Yi Xing Lou's east wing!" Bamboo stopped chattering, and didn't even know how he had changed. Previously, when he was at the Wang Fu, as long as he did his job well, he never needed to express his thoughts or feelings; but since following Miss, from time to time, he wanted to say what he thought, probably because he had been influenced by this Miss! His behavior had also become a bit strange.

  It's the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the fallen petals are scattered all over the place in the garden. The pink petals of the cherry blossoms have covered the ground; standing amidst them, one feels like a fairy, reluctant to lift their feet to tread on this carpet of fallen flowers.

  The entire Xingying Garden didn't have a single maid or servant, according to Zhu Mo, the third madam Ling Wencheng was an ordinary civilian woman who accidentally caught the eye of Xu Qing and became the third madam. She had a gentle and reserved personality, never competing with anyone for anything; after marrying into the Jun Guo Gong Fu for over twenty years, she never held grudges against anyone, also because she never had any children, she wasn't valued by others, even servants rarely wanted to serve her.

  Originally, the third madam was able to have children and was the eldest son of the Jun Guo Gong Fu. However, when she was eight months pregnant, she accidentally miscarried and fell ill with a lifelong illness that made her unable to bear children; since then, the third madam has been living in seclusion, rarely interacting with outsiders.

  It was Xǔ Qīng Hé who would come to Luò Yīng Yuàn every month for a few days to live with the Third Lady, and Líng Wén Qīng had not been dismissed due to having no children. This matter was often used by Chǔ Jié Yú to sing praises of Xǔ Qīng Hé's virtues.

  Xu Wuyan gazed at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom, their beauty was unparalleled, enough to move every person who saw them; yet the blooming period of the cherry blossoms was less than a month, after which came long stretches of silence. Who would come to cherish the fleeting red? Born into this world, women were indeed pitiful!

  Bamboo quietly stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Come in!" A faint voice like a mosquito came from inside the house.

  Bamboo looked at Xu silently, stretched out his hand to push open the door, and the two walked into the room together; although the room was not big, it was simple and elegant, with few household items but arranged in a scattered and orderly manner, and there was also a faint scent of orchid grass in the room, which made people feel refreshed as soon as they smelled it.

  "Xianglan, is that you? My mouth is dry, can you pour me a glass of water?" Ling Wencheng said weakly from behind the mosquito net. Xianglan was probably her maid.

  Xu Wuyan poured a cup of water, walked to the bedside of Ling Wenqing, lifted the mosquito net with her hand and asked softly: "Third Madame! Are you feeling better?"

  Ling Wenqing turned over and saw that it was Xu Wuyan struggling to get up, but was held back by Xu Wuyan's outstretched hand. "Third Madam! Your water!" Xu Wuyan smiled warmly and handed the water to Ling Wenqing's hands.

  "Thank you!" Ling Wenqing took over the cup, almost shedding tears.

  Ling Wenqing was indeed a very charming woman, despite being ill, she couldn't hide her beauty that was soft to the bone. Even without makeup and pale lips, she couldn't hide her deep-seated beauty; originally nearly forty years old, but with the looks of someone in their twenties, no wonder Xu Qinghe couldn't bear to abandon her.

  Chu Jieyu's beauty was showy and fleeting, while Ling Wencheng's gentle beauty was the kind that was warm and lingering; such a woman would have her own fragrance wherever she went, but here it withered in her youth.

  "Miss Three came today, I wonder what she wants?" Ling Wenqing seemed to have seen the web of interests in the mansion and didn't have a free good heart. After mixing for many years, he naturally understood the reasoning and put the cup on the wooden lacquer table by the bed, asking

  Xu Wuyan glanced at Ling Wenqing and smiled calmly, "Originally, I had something to ask the third madam for guidance, but now it's gone!"

  "So, can I assume that Third Miss has come to visit me with a sincere heart this time?" Ling Wenqing looked at Xu Wuyan, his eyes flashing with something called emotion, and said in a low voice.

  "This time doesn't count! Next time will be a wholehearted visit!" Xu Wuyan responded to Ling Wenqing with a sincere smile.

  "Who would have thought that someone like me, who is often ignored, would still have someone come to visit me specially!" Ling Wenqing said with a hint of self-mockery.

  "Sympathizing with each other, cherishing each other!" Xu Wuyan said, grasping Ling Wenqing's hand tightly. The women in this Hou Mansion, without a husband to protect them and without children as a talisman, were like solitary geese drifting aimlessly on the vast ocean; Xu Wuyan didn't know why such an icy and delicate woman like Ling Wenqing would choose this kind of life, but at this moment, she was so worthy of being comforted and pitied by anyone.

  Xu Wuyan accompanied Ling Wenqing and said some irrelevant words, only to discover that Ling Wenqing was a talented woman. When it came to poetry, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, her eyes shone with dazzling brilliance; Xu Wuyan felt more and more that such a woman as Ling Wenqing was a bright pearl fallen into the muddy courtyard of Jun Guo Gong Fu, could she simply be constrained by etiquette, education, three obediences and four virtues?

  "Miss! You seem to like San Furen quite a bit," Bamboo Silence asked tentatively as they walked out of Luoying Garden.

  Xu Wuyan looked up at the azure sky above the Jun Guo Gong Fu and finally shifted his gaze to Zhu Mo, "Zhu Mo, are you trying to ask why I didn't suspect San Furen?" He suddenly realized that he had been neglecting Zhu Mo's clever mind all along. This little maid seemed to be hiding unfathomable mysteries behind her seemingly careless questions.

  Miss! What are you talking about? Zhū Mò can't understand! "Zhū Mò thought that Xǔ Wú Yán was teasing him, and looked away with some annoyance.

  "Third Madame, she has a chronic illness due to blood deficiency! It's probably the aftermath of her miscarriage from long ago! With her body, she shouldn't be able to do anything!" Xu Wuyan ignored Zhu Mo's little tantrum and continued speaking.

  "Zhū Mò, tomorrow bring some of the supplementary goods that Wang Ye and Shào Dàrén sent over to give to Third Madame! Remember to take one of her paintings for me." After a while, Xǔ Wú Yán, who had already walked onto the arch bridge, turned his head back to say to Zhū Mò, who was following behind him.

  "Yes! Miss!" Bamboo replied briefly, and then the two fell into their own silence again.

  If Chu Jieyu and Ling Wencheng are ruled out, the original inference is basically completely overturned. Then who will be the one to raise the black-headed snake?

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