Don't be tempted, sir

Song Xiaoyuan woke up in the middle of the night and asked for water in a hoarse voice. Awu hurriedly brought it to him and he drank the water to relieve the dryness in his throat.

Ah Wu asked, "Master, maybe you heard it now?"

"Um…"

"Would you like to eat something, sir?"

"No, go and have a rest!"

Song Xiaoyuan was lying on the bed. The civet cat beside his pillow was emitting bursts of plum fragrance. His deep blue eyes seemed to be in deep thought, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The next morning, when Song Xiaoyuan was about to leave the house, he saw the magnolia in full bloom by the window, and couldn't help but think of that figure and fragrance.

Awu: "Sir?"

I walked quickly to the front garden to greet my parents. "Mom, Dad, I was worried about you because of my child. Now I am almost well again. You don't need to worry anymore."

Song Jueming spoke first, "Okay, okay, I'm fine. Your mother was very worried when you got sick."

Mrs. Song said, "That's good! From your appearance, do you think you will start your official duties right away?"

Song Xiaoyuan "......"

Song Jueming: "It's okay, just take a few days off! Your father is here..."

Mrs. Song asked, "It's just that...Yining seemed a little strange yesterday. When she left, she said she wished you good health and safety. I'm going to the Shen Mansion today. Would you like to come with me?"

Song Xiaoyuan: "No... please ask mother to thank Miss Shen for taking care of her on my behalf."

Song Jueming replied, "I'll go with my wife..."

Mrs. Song asked in confusion, "What happened between you and Yi Ning that day?"

“Nothing happened”

Mrs. Song was puzzled. “What happened?”

After breakfast, Song Jueming and Madam Song set off for the Shen Mansion.

Song Jueming expressed his gratitude and said, "Brother Shen! Thank you Miss Shen for taking care of Lingzi these days. Xiaoyuan is the only way he can recover so quickly."

Shen Rushan said politely, "It's okay, it's okay. As long as Mr. Song is healthy, our Shen family can rest assured. After all..."

Song Jueming interrupted, "Brother Shen! No need to say more. What happened in Changqing is full of regrets... I know how hurt Brother Shen is."

Song Jueming and Shen Rushan both felt regretful but did not say anything. Madam Song asked with concern, "In fact, we came here not only to express our gratitude, but also to ask what happened yesterday? Did Xiaoyuan do anything to hurt Yining?"

Mrs. Shen was sad. "No, it's not because of Mr. Song..."

Shen Rushan continued, "This matter... is a long story. Everyone knows that my two sons are not my and my wife's biological children. The elders in my family saw that they were childhood sweethearts and wanted to get them engaged and married after returning from the war..." Shen Rushan was extremely sad.

Madam Shen continued, "But!... But things don't always go as planned! Changqing is gone just like that. When Changqing was alive, he didn't want to make Yining sad, so he lied to Yining that he had a lover. Later, the two of them had an argument, and after Changqing vomited blood... it didn't work."

Shen Rushan calmed down a bit, "Changqing was originally poisoned, but...Yining felt that he was the one who pissed Changqing off to death...Hey! Brother Song..."

Mrs. Song understood and said, "It's because Xiaoyun vomited blood yesterday, so... I'm sorry, General Shen, Mrs. Shen."

Mrs. Shen quickly replied, "This is just a misunderstanding! No one is right or wrong, Mrs. Song, don't blame yourself."

Later, Mrs. Song said she wanted to go see Yining, so Mrs. Shen took her with her. Along the way, she talked a lot about the feelings between Shen Changqing and Shen Yining, sometimes laughing at the memories and sometimes hiding her face in sadness.

Mrs. Song saw many oranges on the ground and asked in confusion, "Mrs. Shen, how can these oranges be used as fertilizer?"

"Mrs. Song, you don't know that the orange trees in this garden are all sweet oranges planted by Changqing. Every year, the brothers and sisters would pick the oranges together. But this year, with Changqing's death, the oranges in this yard have become sour and bitter. In the past, the servants would pick them in the afternoon to quench their thirst, but now they have fallen all over the ground and become compost, and no one eats them."

As he was speaking, he saw Shen Yining, looking desolate and sad like a falling feather, sitting alone in the pavilion. The light in his eyes seemed to be taken away, and he could not find the direction to belong.

It was the first time that Madam Song saw Yi Ning like this, and she stopped in her tracks and said, “Madam Shen... go back!

He passed by an orange tree and picked a basket of oranges and brought them back to the Song Mansion, and delivered them all to Song Xiaoyuan's garden.

"Sir, these are the oranges that Madam brought back from the Shen Mansion today."

Song Xiaoyuan, who was annotating, looked up at the basket full of oranges and said, "Leave it there."

Then he lowered his head and continued to write. Awu picked up the flower and broke it into four pieces, with juicy juice flowing out in a pool.

"Wow! It's really fresh! Sir"

Ah Wu couldn't wait to pick up a piece, peel it and put it into his mouth. "Hiss!"

Song Xiaoyuan raised his head and asked, "Can you bite your mouth?"

Ah Wu pretended to be "No, it's just too sweet! It's hard to pronounce"

Song Xiaoyuan ignored him and continued to work. Ah Wu said quickly, "Sir! Try it! It's really sweet! I'll dial it for you."

"...No need, just eat more sweets."

Ah Wu couldn't continue. "Ah! This is not an orange! It's vinegar! Sour vinegar!"