Chapter 349 - 349 Surprise (3)
349 Surprise (3)
Mo Yuan had returned from picking herbs.
Mo Yuan saw that Shen Yijia had crushed the poisonous herbs she picked. She was going to make drugs with them.
Mo Yuan was speechless.
It was rare for Shen Yijia to see a different expression on her face.
She rubbed her nose and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
When Song Jingchen returned, he saw from afar that the courtyard was pitch-black, almost blending into the night.
He frowned. Usually, even if Shen Yijia fell asleep first, she would leave a light at the entrance of the courtyard and the house.
Thinking of the Luo family that he had just dealt with, his heart skipped a beat. He quickened his pace. South Wind and Thirty Thousand quickly followed.
There was no one in the courtyard, not even Furball, who usually lay at the entrance.
Song Jingchen rushed into the main room. Even without lighting the lamps, he knew that there was no one in the room.
However, he still lit the oil lamp on the table.
As expected, the blanket was neatly folded on the bed, but the person who was supposed to be sleeping on it was nowhere to be seen.
“Master, there’s no one in Mo Yuan’s room,” Thirty Thousand reported.
South Wind also ran over at this moment. He looked at the kitchen and even his room. The outcome was obvious.
Song Jingchen frowned. He was about to instruct South Wind to go down the mountain and look for them when an arrow pierced through the air and stabbed firmly into the door of the main house.
Song Jingchen flashed out of the courtyard and saw a figure quickly jump into the forest.
“Master, there’s a note here.” South Wind chased after him with the arrow. He took off the note nailed to the tip of the arrow and handed it over.
Song Jingchen stopped in his tracks and opened the note.
“If you want to save your wife, come to Peach Blossom Cliff.”
Peach Blossom Cliff was where Luo Yunying and the others had brought Shen Yijia.
Song Jingchen tightened his grip on the note. The thought that Shen Yijia had gone out to play by herself disappeared. He went to Peach Blossom Cliff without thinking.
He was too fast. South Wind and Thirty Thousand could not keep up. Fortunately, the two of them had caught a glimpse of the contents of the note.
Peach Blossom Cliff.
The Luo family, including the soldiers who followed them, had all been executed. However, it was not impossible for some to have escaped.
Perhaps Luo Yongchang regretted it after his father, brothers, and relatives died and wanted to avenge them.
Although Shen Yijia was skilled, she was too stupid. As long as someone used him as bait, that silly girl would definitely fall for it.
It was also possible that the culprit had used drugs.
Along the way, Song Jingchen thought about many things. He was worried that the culprit would torture Shen Yijia, but he was also afraid that he would be too late.
As long as he thought of this, the violence in his heart could not be suppressed.
However, when he saw the scene on the Peach Blossom Cliff, he was stunned for a moment. He loosened his clenched fists.
Song Jingchen slowed down, narrowed his eyes, and walked up step by step.
He already knew who did this.
The peach blossom cliff, which should have been dark, was now as bright as day. Under every peach tree was a lamp covered in oil paper, illuminating the place.
There were still notes hanging from the peach tree. White slips of paper fluttered in the wind.
To be honest, this scene was a little terrifying.
Song Jingchen pursed his lips and reached out to grab the first note. He wasn’t too familiar with the handwriting on it.
“I love three things in the world, the sun, moon, and you. The sun for morning, the moon for night, and you, forever.”
Song Jingchen’s heart stirred, but his expression didn’t change at all.
He continued walking, taking advantage of the situation to grab another note.
“I only wish your heart to be like mine. Returning all my loving thoughts with thine.”
The third one.
“Only when you walk into the world of love sickness, can you taste the bitterness of missing your beloved ones. Why do these thoughts come without a pause?”
The fourth note.
“There’s a beauty I cannot forget. After not seeing her for a day, I miss her so much.”
The fifth, sixth, and seventh notes…
When he finished reading the last note, Shen Yijia suddenly jumped out from the side.
“Are you surprised? Are you surprised?” Shen Yijia’s eyes lit up. She stood there and smiled brightly, clearly very satisfied with her masterpiece.
Song Jingchen turned around and stared at her without saying anything. The girl stood under the peach blossom tree in a pink dress, unaware that a few peach blossom petals had fallen from her head.
Shen Yijia tilted her head. According to the book, shouldn’t her beautiful husband run over, pick her up, spin her around, confess his love, and kiss her under the moonlight?
However, her beautiful husband did not seem to be touched by the gesture.
Just as she finished thinking this, she saw Song Jingchen walking towards her expressionlessly. Shen Yijia grinned and opened her hands, waiting for him to hug her.
Song Jingchen hugged her waist as Shen Yijia wished and laughed coldly.
Suddenly.
A smacking sound could be heard.
The sound was especially loud on such a quiet night.
Shen Yijia covered her butt and jumped back in disbelief. “Why did you hit me?”
The three people who were stopped by Mo Yuan and watching the show in the dark thought to themselves, “That’s right. Why did Master hit Young Madam? Wasn’t the setup supposed to be very romantic?”
Furball was speechless.
Song Jingchen glanced in their direction and said coldly, “Go down the mountain.”
The leaves rustled, and the three of them left silently, the question still in their heads.
In the end, they came to a conclusion: Song Jingchen was not a romantic person at all.
Only then did Song Jingchen look at Shen Yijia and raise his eyebrows. “Do you think that you didn’t deserve that hit?”
Shen Yijia said self-righteously, “Of course I didn’t deserve it.”
In order to prepare for this surprise, she specially asked Mo Yuan to buy a lot of oil paper from the village to make lampshades. She even copied so many love poems.
She had worked hard.