Dusk rises, colorful clouds fly.
In Qingfeng Courtyard, Haitang and others had already packed everything they would bring tomorrow under the command of Lu Ling.
Lu Ling also personally appointed an older and measured woman to take charge of the mansion for the time being, and told her to go to the government office to ask Mr. Song for instructions if there were any major issues that could not be decided.
Then, she remembered that Song Wenzhou was kicked by her again last night, and wondered whether he would be able to act tomorrow.
So she sent Xiaorong to inquire.
Xiao Rong came back and said: "Young madam, the young master said that he is ready."
Lu Ling couldn't help but feel disappointed.
She asked again: "What was the young master doing when you went there?"
Xiao Rong replied: "Sitting in the room, doing nothing."
Lu Ling nodded, didn't think any more, and went to rest peacefully.
Soon the next day came and it was bright.
Lu Ling directed the boys to move things to the carriage.
Song Wenzhou walked to Lu Ling's side and indeed changed into light clothes for going out.
Lu Ling just quietly observed his face and walking posture, and found that he looked obviously sick and there was something wrong with his walking.
This shows that his cold has not improved, and the place where he was kicked is...
Song Wenzhou looked outside the door, and then asked a boy casually: "Is the housekeeper back?"
The boy shook his head and said, "The housekeeper said he won't be back until tomorrow."
When Song Wenzhou heard this, he hurriedly said to Lu Ling: "Ling'er, how about we wait until the housekeeper comes back tomorrow before setting off?"
He thought that when the housekeeper brought the Taoist priest back, he would find a reason to keep Lu Ling...
Lu Ling didn't even bother to look at him and said, "It's a good time to go out today."
Song Wenzhou was a little unwilling and said: "I haven't recovered from the cold and feel a little uncomfortable. Otherwise..."
"In this case, my husband will stay at home to recuperate, and Ling'er can go back by herself."
She wished Song Wenzhou would stop poking her eyes.
Song Wenzhou looked ugly and could only say: "Since Ling'er has to leave today, I can only endure the pain and accompany you. Otherwise, I won't trust you for the two-day journey."
Lu Ling forced out a fake smile and got into the carriage with Haitang's help.
Song Wenzhou had no choice but to follow and get on the carriage.
Liu Qingyun was at the door, talking about sending her sister-in-law off, but she looked unhappy, as if she was afraid that the couple would do something on the carriage.
The curtain was lowered, and the figures inside and outside disappeared from sight.
The groom drove the carriage and set off slowly, heading north.
The Lu family is not in Weicheng, but in another Yucheng adjacent to Weicheng, which is also under the jurisdiction of Weizhou.
Although they are adjacent to each other, there is a long distance between the two cities, and some roads are not easy to travel on the way, so it takes two days by horse-drawn carriage.
Along the way, Lu Ling and Song Wenzhou sat face to face.
The carriage was not small to begin with, but the things Lu Ling prepared were placed inside the carriage, which made the carriage seem a bit crowded.
Song Wenzhou had not yet recovered from his illness, but being shaken around like this, coupled with the seemingly non-existent air-conditioning on Lu Ling's body, made him extremely uncomfortable.
When the group of people walked until noon, he felt really uncomfortable, so he stopped the carriage so that he could rest for a while.
Lu Ling happened to want to go out for some air, so he got off the carriage and decided to buy tea at a small inn ahead.
The inn is very small and looks old and even dilapidated from the outside.
It is a two-story restaurant with a small courtyard at the back and five or six other rooms in the courtyard.
Looking at it, business is pitifully poor.
There was a small tea stall set up at the door. Under the tea stall there was an old man with a white beard dozing off with his chin clenched.
The tea set next to him had not been touched, and the two tables placed at the tea stall were clean. Obviously, it was already noon and there were no customers yet.
Haitang helped Lu Ling get out of the carriage, muttering "be careful".
Song Wenzhou, who was lagging behind, looked embarrassed, pressing his temples with his hands and frowning so hard that he could kill a fly.
Naturally, Haitang would not help him.
Song Wenzhou opened his eyes in pain, glanced at the boy standing next to the carriage, suppressed his anger and said, "Come here and help me."
Only then did the boy regret his ecstasy just now.
There were only five of them on this trip, the two masters plus Haitang, the groom and a boy.
The old man under the tea stall heard the noise and lazily opened his eyes, and suddenly found two beautiful women standing in front of him.
He stood up with a start.
Then he asked politely: "The distinguished guest is here. Would you like to have tea and dinner or stay in a hotel?"
Seeing the old man's kind face, Lu Ling smiled lightly at her and asked, "What's the best tea?"
The old man introduced with a smile: "The best tea in the shop is Anxi Tieguanyin."
Lu Ling thought for a moment and said, "Just make a pot of Tieguanyin."
"Okay, okay."
The old man said, turning around to boil water.
Lu Ling suddenly heard the sound of Song Wenzhou sniffing hard from behind him.
Too lazy to turn around and look, Lu Ling pursed his lips and called out to the old man: "Please help me boil the medicine, and then make some food for us, two portions light and three portions meaty."
The old man smiled and said, "It's easy to talk."
The boy next to Song Wenzhou hurriedly ran to get the medicine in the suede water bottle and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the kettle, turned and walked to the kitchen.
At this time, Lu Ling discovered that his left leg was lame.
Song Wenzhou sat down at the table next to Lu Ling and stretched out his hand to rub his temples.
Glancing at Lu Ling's profile, she still looked cold and indifferent.
Song Wenzhou was a little surprised that she would take the initiative to ask the old man to heat the medicine for him.
The old man first heated up a bowl of Song Wenzhou's medicine and brought it to him. He said politely: "Young Master is not feeling well and is still on the way. Thank you for your hard work."
Song Wenzhou hummed lightly.
The old man went back to make tea for Lu Ling.
Lu Ling looked at his lame leg uncontrollably.
Soon he came out with another pot of tea.
Lu Ling thanked Haitang and asked Haitang to pour a bowl of tea to the boy and the coachman, while she drank it slowly from a small teacup.
The rich aroma instantly fills the tip of the nose.
Lu Ling felt as if he was among the tea mountains, which was refreshing.
Take a sip of tea, and a fresh sweetness comes from your mouth, accompanied by a unique floral and fruity aroma, which makes people intoxicated.
The Anxi Tieguanyin tea soup is mellow, sweet and smooth, with a long aftertaste, as if it leaves a fresh breath in the mouth, which people will never forget.
"Miss, the sun is so hot." Haitang fanned herself in front of her face with her hands.
Lu Ling looked up in confusion and saw beads of sweat covering Haitang's forehead.
"Yeah?"
She had forgotten what the heat felt like.
But now that he was half human and half ghost, Lu Ling couldn't empathize with Haitang at all.
The old man quickly prepared several portions of food and brought them to the table one by one.
Lu Ling said: "Please give this light one to my husband."
She herself also eats light meals.
The old man agreed.
The hot clear water was lifted in front of Song Wenzhou.
Song Wenzhou couldn't help but frowned when he looked at the crude pasta and the few green vegetables floating on it.
He had been pampered since he was a child and had good food and clothing, but he had never eaten such bland and rough food.
So he sat still.
