After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Song Yusheng's actions not only stunned Wen Chu, but also stunned everyone present.

Some of the drink accidentally spilled out.

The spilled wine and the cold touch on her wrist made Wen Chu shudder. She didn't know what Song Yusheng meant by this, and turned to look at him in confusion.

Song Yusheng's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on his face. He said, "Drink in moderation. Chu Niang, you've drunk enough. If you drink any more, you'll feel uncomfortable."

His voice was clear and his words sounded like gentle advice, but it made people dare not refuse for no reason.

Aunt Yang was the first to react. She said to Zhao Er, "That's right. Just drink two cups with you. Do you want to force her to drink?"
Zhao Er was confused, "I didn't force her to drink."

It's just a few more drinks, it's not like he got her drunk.

Aunt Yang winked at him, and Zhao Er glanced at Song Yusheng sitting next to him, and his mouth opened and closed, but he finally stopped talking. But who knew that Wen Chu was addicted to alcohol, and after she realized that Song Yusheng was urging her to drink, she refused to comply, and with one hand being clamped, she wanted to take the wine glass with the other hand.

Song Yusheng noticed her intention and reached out to take the wine glass from her hand and placed it on the square table. He said, "It's getting late. Chu Niang and I will go home first."

Over there, Zhao Jiasan didn't know when Song Yusheng and Wen Chu became so close. "Chu Niang" has always been the name used by those close to her, so why did he start calling her that too?

It seems that their relationship will be a little different after living together for two months. This man's appearance, words and deeds are so extraordinary. Aunt Yang has seen him. Even the son of the prefect here can't compare to him. I think he must have been a rich man before he fell into trouble. If this is true, Wen Chu can be said to have suffered a lot. In the future, even if he remembers her life-saving grace, he will not treat her harshly.

But now Wen Chu was drunk, and it was really inappropriate to go back and live with him. Yang Dashen said, "Young Master, why don't you go home first? Chu Niang is drunk, so you can live in my house first."

When Zhao Wenwen heard that Wen Chu was going to live here, she shouted excitedly, "Great! Great! I want to sleep with Sister Wen Chu tonight!"

However, before she could be happy for long, Song Yusheng had already poured a basin of cold water on her. He stood up and helped Wen Chu up together. He looked at Aunt Yang opposite and said, "Don't worry, Aunt, I won't do those things."

Aunt Yang was just thinking about it in her mind, but she didn't expect Song Yusheng to say it out loud. She felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He was so open-minded, which made her seem like she was maliciously speculating about others. If it was someone else, Aunt Yang would really be worried, but Song Yusheng didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.

Well, we have lived together for two months. If we really want to do something, why not just one day?

Before she could continue thinking, she looked up and saw Song Yusheng helping Wen Chu out of the door.

"Mom, will everything be alright?" Zhao Wenwen said with some concern, looking at the direction the two people left.

Before Aunt Yang could speak, Zhao Er on the side said, "Oh! What could possibly happen? You silly child, that man looks extraordinary, and I don't know which family he is from. Chu Niang has a hard life, but she finally found a good man. In the future, she will have endless blessings!"

Zhao Wenwen quickly spat twice, "Dad, your mouth is like a blessing. Any good thing that comes out of your mouth will turn into bad luck. By then, Sister Wen Chu's originally good fortune will be ruined by you. Just drink yours, don't waste others'."

Zhao Wenwen was not talking nonsense. Her father was a well-known jinx in the village. Whoever he said something bad about would be in trouble.

*
It was almost May, and the night breeze was very comfortable. On the country roads, the sound of birds chirping was particularly clear. Before Wen Chu could react to what happened, she was dragged out of the door by Song Yusheng. She was not a good drinker, and after just a few glasses of wine, she was already staggering and staggering.

If Song Yusheng hadn't been there to hold her back, she would have hit the ground with her head. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he asked Wen Chu to stand still and then squatted down in front of her.

It was clearly an obvious move, but Wen Chu couldn't understand it at this time. She said "Huh?" in confusion.

All I heard was Song Yusheng's helpless tone, "Come up."

After being stunned for a while, Wen Chu lay on Song Yusheng's back.

The night was quiet, with only the sound of unhurried footsteps on the path, and the occasional rustling sound of tree branches and fallen leaves.

Song Yusheng was tall and had a very broad back. Wen Chu felt inexplicably secure when he leaned on him.

This feeling vaguely reminded her of when she was young, her father had carried her on his back in the same way.

It was spring, the sky was bright and sunny, and her father took her to fly a kite in her mother's palace. She was young and tired, so he carried her on his back and continued running. Her mother sat on a stool beside them, smiling at them. To Wen Chu, Emperor Linghui was not an emperor, but a father.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol she had drunk, her thoughts were drawn to this incident, and the past came flooding back like a tide. Wen Chu was uneasy and her breathing became a little rapid. Song Yusheng noticed her uneasiness and gently called out, "Mother Chu."

Wen Chu was called back to her senses by the clear voice. She could smell his fresh scent. The person carrying her on his back was Song Yusheng. Her mind calmed down a little. She seemed to rely on him and held his neck more tightly with both hands.

Song Yusheng was slightly stunned, then he chuckled. Didn't he look down on people like him? What did he mean by this action now?

However, even though he was mocking her silently in his heart, he still used force with his hands to carry her tighter.

The road was not long, but Song Yu was afraid of bumping Wen Chu, so she walked much slower than usual. As soon as Wen Chu calmed down, memories would come flooding back, making her restless. She simply started to talk, "How old were you when you started school? Did your family hire a teacher to teach you? Did you ever take the imperial examination? Do you have any brothers?"

Her voice was tinged with alcohol, sounding a little softer than usual. Her hot breath sprayed behind Song Yusheng's ears, carrying a bit of heat and a little suffocating.

Her questions were completely disorganized; she just asked whatever came to her mind. In Song Yusheng's eyes, she looked like a drunk.

Song Yusheng didn't want to pay attention, but Wen Chu kept insisting, "Why don't you answer? Are these questions difficult? Are you tired of me and don't even want to talk to me?"

Previously, Song Yusheng thought that Wen Chu had a good drinking tolerance. After getting drunk, he didn't make any noise or make any trouble. He just lay quietly on his back without saying anything.

Now it seems that it is not time to go crazy yet.

"Isn't it that Chu Niang is fed up with me? Even if you are my savior, you can't turn the tables like this."

Song Yusheng's voice actually sounded a little aggrieved, which made Wen Chu feel a little overwhelmed. She hurriedly said, "I have never been tired of you. What are you talking about?"

Song Yusheng still didn't believe it, "Really?"

Wen Chu was also anxious, and for a moment she forgot what she had said to Zhao Wenwen today. Seeing that Song Yusheng still didn't believe her, she said, "The young master is as bright as the moon, as brilliant as the stars, and has a handsome appearance, like a jade tree." Wen Chu praised Song Yusheng non-stop, but in the end she ran out of words and started to make up stories, "The young master is a decent person, square and round."

Seeing that Wen Chu was about to say something bad about him, Song Yusheng finally spoke up to stop him, "Stop."

Wen Chu was waiting for Song Yusheng to call for a stop. When the voice came out, she shut up obediently. After a long while, she whispered, "Did the young master believe it?"

It would be strange if Song Yusheng could believe it, but he knew that Wen Chu was drunk now, so why should he argue with her? While Wen Chu was quiet for a moment, he thought of something and said, "Since the girl is not annoyed with me, if I ask her anything, you will answer truthfully, right?"

Wen Chu didn't realize that he had fallen into Song Yusheng's trap, and replied, "Of course."

"Then can you tell me, Madam Chu, since you are so accurate in fortune-telling, why were you unwilling to tell fortunes for others before?"

Zhao Wenwen had originally asked Wen Chu this question today, but she turned it around with just a few words. Song Yusheng wasn't really curious, but he just happened to be able to shut up Wen Chu's chattering mouth with this question. If Wen Chu didn't want to talk, at least he could keep quiet for a while.

Wen Chu was indeed quiet for a while, and Song Yusheng thought she would not say anything else, but perhaps the wine was too intoxicating, and after a while, she actually spoke.

"This is not a big deal. It's just that grandpa doesn't tell fortunes for people, and he doesn't ask me to do so. It all started a long time ago. Grandpa used to be a powerful Taoist priest in the Taoist temple, and there were many factions in the Taoist temple. My grandfather was the best at fortune-telling and physiognomy, and he was quite prestigious in the divination faction. People always liked to go to the Taoist temple to ask my grandfather to tell fortunes. At that time, grandpa didn't say he wouldn't tell fortunes for people, and he never refused anyone who came." Speaking of Old Man Wen's affairs, Wen Chu's voice was a little muffled.

"People often say that the hexagram can calculate all the affairs of the world, and the plum blossom can resolve all the sufferings of the world. But how can it be so good that all sufferings and worries can be gone as long as a hexagram is calculated? They like to calculate marriages and imperial examinations, but there is no such thing as a destined marriage, and there are no talented people who can pass the imperial examination in one try. Even if there are, they are very few. What if the calculation results are not perfect? ​​If he is told that he will not pass the imperial examination this time, will he not take the exam? If this marriage is not perfect, will he not get married? So is this fortune-telling or harming people?"

"Grandpa is also afraid of delaying others, so he often tries his best to make things perfect."

Song Yusheng interrupted and said, "But even so, after knowing the temperament of Taoist Master Wen, those people will be able to guess the outcome from a few words. For example, if the Taoist Master says: Just do good things and don't worry about the future. Then everyone will know that this is not a good thing. Moreover, there are bad and extremely bad things. For example, even if he doesn't want to ruin someone's marriage, if it is really a very bad omen, will he still smile and praise it as auspicious?"

This is why fortune tellers are often scolded. Who would like to hear bad things from you?
Wen Chu smiled, his voice a little chilly, "Mr. Song, you are really smart. How many fortune tellers don't get scolded? My grandfather calculated everything in the world, and he was always cautious, and he was afraid that a word from him would delay someone, but he couldn't brag about the big bad things, and ended up having his legs broken."

(End of this chapter)