After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

When they came out of Chengxiang Tower, it was already dark, and the two got on Lin Sujian's carriage.

In the carriage, Lin Sujian sat in the main seat and Wen Chu sat on the side. She lifted the carriage curtain, looked out the window, and occasionally spoke to give directions to the coachman outside.

The night was quiet, the moonlight sprinkled on the country road and was crushed by horse hooves.

Lin Sujian suddenly asked, "I've never heard of someone as amazing as the little Taoist priest before. Did the little Taoist priest start setting up a stall recently?"

Lin Sujian looks like a playboy, but his mind is much deeper than Zhang Chenghu.

Seeing him asking, Wen Chu's eyes remained still, looking out the window, and he replied calmly: "Yes, my grandfather passed away a few months ago. I am not talented, and I really don't have any skills. I have nothing to support myself. The only thing I learned is divination, so I came out to set up a stall."

not bad.

Lin Sujian chuckled, "Young Taoist priest, you are really modest. Most of the people who set up stalls to tell fortunes usually don't come back again, but when they hear that you tell fortunes for people, many people will come back a second time, or even a third time. From this point of view, you must have real skills."

Wen Chu thought he was just being polite and didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, Lin Sujian asked again, "Young Taoist priest, you have such great abilities. I wonder where did you learn from? Who did you learn from?"

If you really ask her where she came from or who she learned from, she really can't tell you. She didn't join the Taoist sect, and all the skills she learned were taught by Old Man Wen. If you really want to say it, she can't be considered a Taoist priest, and she is even afraid to be called a little Taoist priest.

After hearing what Lin Sujian said, Wen Chu finally turned around and said, "I have no sect or school, and all the skills I have were taught by my grandfather. I am not a Taoist, but I wear Taoist robes and set up a stall to tell fortunes for people every day. Master Lin, do you know what I am like?"

Lin Sujian looked at Wen Chu with his phoenix eyes, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He said, "What does it look like?"

Wen Chu looked at Lin Sujian and smiled, "Of course he is a charlatan."

Wen Chu didn't want to beat around the bush with Lin Sujian. This was their first meeting and this man was quite tactless, asking her questions non-stop. She might as well just get to the point and leave him with nothing to say.

Lin Sujian:.
After a moment of silence, Wen Chu thought he would not say anything more, but he spoke up a moment later: "But being able to earn everyone's title of 'Daoist Master' is also your ability, isn't it?"

Wen Chu was slightly stunned. The man in front of him spoke with sincerity in his words.

In comparison, Wen Chu looked more and more like a villain. She was choked by Lin Sujian's words, and the guard in her eyes finally relaxed a little. She pursed her lips, said no more, and continued to look out the window to give directions to the driver.

*
Song Yusheng stood in the yard, the moonlight shining on his white sleeves. He wore this simple outfit in an elegant and luxurious way, which made him look out of place in this dilapidated yard.

After more than a month of recuperation, the injury has healed a lot compared to when Wen Chu first took it home. But in such an environment, it may take more time to fully recover.

The night wind blew slightly, and the leaves around rustled, which was particularly clear in the quiet night. In the past, Wen Chu would have returned home at this time, but today, for some reason, he had not returned yet.

The sound of horse hooves gradually came from not far away, and it seemed that the shaft of a carriage was turning.

It's a carriage.

Song Yusheng didn't know who the visitor was, but this place was remote, and who else would come here except Wen Chu or someone she knew?

Just when he was in doubt, the carriage had stopped in front of the gate.

In the carriage, Wen Chu said goodbye to Lin Sujian, "Mr. Lin, thank you for taking me home tonight. I'm here. Be careful on your way back."

Wen Chu was about to get off the car when Lin Sujian called her and said, "Little Taoist priest, if I want to ask you for a fortune telling in the future, can I come to you?"

It was just fortune-telling. Lin Sujian seemed more reliable than Zhang Chenghu, so Wen Chu would not refuse. "Although I am not talented and have not entered the Taoist sect, I am just an inconspicuous Jianghu Taoist. But since you don't mind, you can come to the North Street of Baishan Town to find me."

The carriage was dark, with only the dim moonlight shining in through the window. Lin Sujian looked at Wen Chu and asked seriously, "Are you serious? Can anything be counted?"

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Chenghu asked again: "Can marriage also be counted?"

The expression on Lin Sujian's face was intriguing, but unfortunately he was sitting inside, and the moonlight couldn't illuminate his face, so Wen Chu couldn't see clearly. She didn't think much about it and said, "Young Master is a rare talent, so you don't need to count the number of romantic opportunities you have."

A man like Lin Sujian, with a good family background and good looks, is he afraid that he won't have a good marriage? Wen Chu thought he had nothing more to say, so he turned around and was about to jump off the carriage.

"Little Taoist priest, you haven't told me your name yet."

"You can just call me Wen Chu, sir."

After saying this, he jumped off the carriage and walked towards his own yard.

Lin Sujian's gaze also shifted towards Wen Chu's residence as she got off the carriage and walked inside.

The yard was very simple, surrounded by a circle of fences. The simple fence gate was better than nothing, and perhaps a light kick could tear it apart.

Wen Chu was not exaggerating, it was indeed broken.

In the yard, after walking up a few steps, I looked up and saw a young man standing in front of a simple and dilapidated hut.

The young man stepped on the ground with his white boots, and his white clothes were clean and spotless. His jade-like face seemed to be pale in the moonlight, and his eyes were indifferent and distant, as if he was also looking at him.

Even though Lin Sujian knew that he couldn't be seen from the direction he was heading, he still felt that everything would be revealed with just one glance from him.

This feeling was really strange. Lin Sujian only looked at the two of them deeply, and after a long moment, he said, "Let's go."

Soon, the carriage drove away.

Wen Chu didn't expect Song Yusheng to be waiting for her at the door. She took two steps at a time and went up the stairs. She walked to Song Yusheng and asked, "Why are you waiting here? Are you hungry?"

Song Yusheng was very tall, and even though Wen Chu was not short, he was only just up to his chin.

She didn't know why Song Yusheng was waiting outside, she just thought he was hungry.

"I can't help but feel a little worried when I see that the girl hasn't come back for such a long time."

When Wen Chu approached him, his eyes regained their usual gentle and moist look, and everything just now seemed like an illusion.

He was waiting for himself to come home.

Regardless of the reason, Wen Chu was inevitably touched when he heard this. In fact, Song Yusheng was quite good. At least when he was around, the family would have some popularity.

Alas, but she has bad intentions. She doesn't want him as a person, she just wants his money.

After more than a month, the two of them have gotten along well, and Wen Chu has roughly figured out Song Yusheng's temperament. There is nothing much to say about him. He is just as the rumors say, a gentleman in words and deeds, gentle as jade, and impeccable in his conduct.

Wen Chu thought, never mind, even if he had some ulterior motives, she was already very good to him, even better than she treated herself.

I just hope that Song Yusheng will not forget my kindness when he returns to the Song family in the future.

Song Yusheng withdrew his gaze from where the carriage had left, lowered his head to look at Wen Chu and asked, "Who was the one who sent the girl home just now?"

Wen Chu had already walked into the house, and Song Yusheng followed behind him.

"Today, two young men came to me for fortune-telling. One was the son of the prefect of Taiyuan Prefecture, and the other was the son of the provincial governor. After the fortune-telling, Master Lin saw that it was getting dark, so he sent me back."

The prefect and the provincial prosecutor were not considered very high-ranking officials in Kyoto, but in a place like Baishan Town, they were considered to be the highest-ranking officials.

Coincidentally, the local Ancha Shi Lin Ping was exactly his grandfather's student. When his grandfather was alive, whenever Lin Ping came to Beijing for work or to report on his work, he would pay a visit to his grandfather. Song Yusheng had also bumped into this man several times by chance.

Sending a message to his father through Lin Ping would be an option, but Song Yusheng trusted his secret guards more than Lin Ping.

If the secret guards can't find his whereabouts, it won't be too late to look for Lin Ping.

Song Yusheng stopped thinking about Lin Ping and thought about his son. He asked, "Aren't you worried that Mr. Lin is a bad guy?"

She dared to let someone send her home, and was not afraid that she would be taken to another place and sold after she got on a carriage. She was so sincere.

Wen Chu said, "It shouldn't be. Although he looks like a playboy, I don't think he's a bad guy. Besides, what can I do for him? What bad intentions can he have against me?"

Born romantic.

Song Yusheng chuckled softly.

What else could he want? If not the small things on her body, or her tattered Taoist robes, then of course he wanted her looks.

He pursed his lips tightly, but in the end said nothing.

Even if he really was after her looks, what did it have to do with him?
After they washed their hands, they sat at the table to eat. Even though these things were tasteless to Song Yusheng, he still found that tonight's dishes were a little different from usual ones. The presentation of the dishes alone was more exquisite than the previous ones.

He keenly realized that today might be a special day.

The lights flickered on one side. The two sat facing each other. Before Song Yusheng even started eating, he asked, "Is it your birthday today?"

Wen Chufang paused as he was about to put the food in his mouth. He was worthy of being a top scholar at the age of 20. He was so smart that he could guess all these things just from a meal.

She nodded with a smile in her eyes, and then said nothing more, just concentrating on eating.

"I am now living entirely on you, and I really don't have anything to show you. I can only wish you a happy birthday." Song Yusheng had a faint smile in his eyes. He continued in a clear voice, "How about this, if you have any wishes, please tell me. When I return to the Song Mansion, I will definitely help you realize them."

Song Yusheng's words were a direct question to Wen Chu about what he wanted.

The house was small, and the distance between the two people was so close that Song Yusheng could see all of Wen Chu's expressions.

When the woman opposite heard his words, her eyelids trembled slightly, but her expression remained unchanged. Song Yusheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at the woman in front of him, but for some reason Wen Chu suddenly raised his head.

Those almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, and their gazes met unexpectedly.

Song Yusheng's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened unconsciously without him noticing at some point.

Even though he knew Wen Chu had plans for him, for some reason he was still a little nervous about her answer at this moment.

(End of this chapter)