The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

Since the last time we met, Feng Ling hadn't seen her disciple Yin Mi for a long time.

Seeing the Song Mansion's business growing stronger and stronger under Song Yuhuan's hands, Feng Ling felt more and more hopeless for revenge.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.As Master's most beloved disciple, how could he not avenge his vengeance!

He had to find a way to sneak into the Song residence and get in touch with Yin Mi. Even if he couldn't persuade her to avenge him, he had to clean up the house himself and kill Song Yuhuan and Yin Mi.

Just when the Song Mansion was recruiting newcomers, Feng Ling disguised herself as an honest peasant woman and went to sign up.

The sky was as she wished, and Feng Ling sneaked into the Song Mansion by virtue of her superb disguise and acting skills.

"From now on, you will be part of the Song Mansion. There are two masters in our mansion, one is Missy, and the other is Miss An. The master doesn't like to hear other people gossip, so you have to Do more and talk less, and always remember your identity." The housekeeper of the Song Mansion instructed the crowd, and they all said yes before leaving one by one.

"Are you Aunt Lin?" Steward Song called Feng Ling who was about to leave with everyone.

"Hey, it's me. Hello, butler." Feng Ling hurriedly stopped, and turned to look at him as timidly as possible.

"I heard that you are here to apply for a cook, so I don't know how your cooking skills are?" Steward Song went around to her and looked her up and down.

"Don't worry, steward, the dishes I cook will definitely make you want to eat them a second time." Seeing that the other party just asked her about her cooking skills, Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and at the same time said in a proud tone answer.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you to prepare tonight's meal." Steward Song nodded, gave instructions and turned to leave.

At the dinner table, Song Yuhuan saw that An Mi's appetite had grown a lot and she seemed to have a good appetite, so she called Butler Song and asked her who was the chef today.

"As for Miss, today's dinner is cooked by Mrs. Lin, who was newly recruited into the mansion."

"Tell her that tonight's dinner is very good."

"Yes." Butler Song hurried away.

Song Yuhuan beckoned to An Mi who was full of greasy food, "Come here".

An Mi put down the chopsticks in her hand, turned her head to look at her for no reason, thought about it and obediently moved over to her.

"Why didn't I realize that you are a glutton before?" Song Yuhuan twisted An Mi's chin, and gently wiped the debris and oil stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Well, it's probably because I lost the memories of the past, so even my appetite has changed, and tonight's food is really delicious." An Mi's face was flushed and she turned her head away, pretending to be calm Said.

Song Yuhuan's face was close at hand, and the scorching breath that came out of her words made An Mi's heart thump, and she was so nervous that she didn't dare to look up at her again.

Therefore, he did not see the trace of guilt and sadness in Song Yuhuan's eyes after listening to what she said.

That's right, that little girl named Yin Mi has always been submissive when facing her.I have never cared about her, so that I have no way of knowing whether every meal suits her appetite.

"Tonight, you sleep alone." Song Yuhuan said suddenly.

"...Mmm." An Mi obediently nodded in agreement despite her reluctance.

The autumn wind was bleak, Song Yuhuan stepped on the dead branches and leaves all over the place, carrying a basket in his hand, and came to the lonely grave under the pear tree alone.

"Xiao Mi, I'm here to see you."

The autumn moon is like a plate, hanging in the night sky.

An Mi was so hungry that night, she got up in the middle of the night and wanted to talk to Song Yuhuan, but when she passed Song Yuhuan's room, she saw that it was pitch black, so she must have gone to bed early.She had no choice but to give up and leave sadly.

Lu Yu met a strange woman who called her, "Excuse me, is this Ms. An?"

"You know me?" An Mi turned to look at her, and saw that the woman was dressed as a peasant woman, and when she got closer, there was still a faint smell of fireworks on her body, and she felt even more hungry, so she screamed "cuckoo".

"Well, I'm Mrs. Lin, the new cook in the kitchen. Are you hungry?" the peasant woman asked.

An Mi nodded, her cheeks blushed quietly under the cover of night.

"Come with me, I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat." Feng Ling coaxed her warmly.

"Then trouble you."

"Hehe, no trouble."

Feng Ling had already inquired about all the layout of the mansion. She deliberately asked Steward Song how the appetites of the two masters in the mansion were today, and the answer she got was that Miss An ate more than before, so she already knew that she would still be hungry at night. He would be hungry, so he stayed near An Mi's room early and waited for her to appear.

Feng Ling remembered seeing Song Yuhuan vaguely on the way here, so he thought how happy it would be to bring the two of them together and settle them together.

"Is Miss An familiar with the roads in this mansion? I just came to the mansion not long ago, and I still can't recognize some of the roads."

"...Sister Lin, I was injured before, and I forgot about the past, so I'm not very familiar with the roads in the mansion." An Mi explained with a little embarrassment.

"If that's the case, wouldn't we all be lost!" An Mi stopped and looked around. What she saw was a courtyard with a similar layout, and she suddenly felt dizzy.

"Miss An, don't worry, I still know a thing or two about the way to the kitchen." Feng Ling said, but his heart became more determined to bring her to Song Yuhuan to solve it together.

Walking through who knows which corridors, An Mi quietly followed Feng Ling along the way.

"Miss An, do you think the one in front is the eldest lady?" Feng Ling deliberately stopped, pointed to Song Yuhuan who was under the pear tree, and whispered to An Mi.

"...It seems to be her." But shouldn't she be asleep already?An Mi stared at the familiar figure under the tree, frowning tightly.

"Miss seems to be saying something, should we get closer and listen?" Feng Ling concealed the calculation in his eyes and bewitched.

"...This is not good, and what if you are accidentally discovered." An Mi waved her hands repeatedly.

"Let's lower the sound of our footsteps and leave after listening for a while."

"OK then."

At that time Song Yuhuan was pouring a glass of wine and sprinkled it in front of the lonely grave, and said with nostalgia, "Xiao Mi, I respect you for this glass of wine."

There was a small sound from behind, and Song Yuhuan hurriedly turned her head, "Who!"

The Jackdaw on the tree fluttered its wings a few times in shock and flew away.

"No one is here, is it my illusion?" Song Yuhuan's eyes flashed with confusion.

Song Yuhuan discovered that An Mi had been avoiding her intentionally or unintentionally recently, and often ran to the kitchen alone, not knowing what she was doing.

"I heard from Butler Song that you've been running to the kitchen very diligently lately?" Song Yuhuan stopped An Mi who wanted to leave the table after lunch.

An Mi's heart trembled, she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to meet her eyes, and stammered, "I...I recently fell in love with a dish, and I want to ask Mrs. Lin to teach me."

Seeing her twinkling eyes, Song Yuhuan didn't point it out, but secretly remembered the title of Mrs. Lin in her heart. She smiled softly, "You don't need to learn it by yourself if you like it. Just ask the cooks to cook whatever you want to eat on weekdays."

"But..." An Mi raised her eyes anxiously to look at her, then hurriedly lowered her eyes the moment they met, "I want to learn how to cook for you." There was a faint beige color on her face.

During the period of waiting for Song Yuhuan's reply, An Mi's nervous heart beat like a drum. This short period of time seemed to her as long as several years.

After a brief silence, Song Yuhuan stroked the hair on the top of Fu'an Mi's head, and said dotingly, "Then go, be careful not to hurt yourself."

An Mi obediently nodded in agreement, then took a few steps back to bypass Song Yuhuan and exit the hall.

"Song Butler, when will you invite that Mrs. Lin to my study?"

"Miss, do you want this?"

"It's nothing, it's just that she has accepted An Mi, a clumsy apprentice, and let her take more care." Song Yuhuan gently rubbed her fingers hidden under her sleeves, as if she was still savoring the touch left by An Mi's hair.

"Ok."

A few days later, in Song Yuhuan's study.

"I heard from Steward Song that the eldest miss is looking for me?" Feng Ling lowered her head and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Who are you? Also, what is your purpose for approaching Xiao Mi?"

"Elder Sister, you really forget things so much that you don't even recognize your junior sister?" Since Song Yuhuan had already taken the initiative to find out, she, Feng Ling, didn't have to hide it anymore.

Feng Ling raised her head, and took off her mask under Song Yuhuan's gaze. Her cultivation was far inferior to those cultivators who could change their appearance at will, so she could only change her appearance with the help of sex.

"You are Feng Ling..." Song Yuhuan was momentarily surprised.

"Master, it's been a long time." Feng Ling stared at the face of the person in front of him, and there was a flash of admiration, jealousy, or resentment in his eyes.

"Are you looking for me to avenge him?"

"It used to be, but it's not now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"In the past, I came to kill you to avenge my master, but later, seeing with my own eyes the love between you and my good apprentice, and she violated my orders many times because of you, so I decided to clean up the house myself .”

"Yin Mi is your disciple?!" No wonder she always missed Yin Mi's background.Song Yuhuan gritted her teeth, propped her hands on the table, and stared at Feng Ling with angry eyes.

"Yeah, she really deserves to be my good apprentice. Even after amnesia, she will obediently let me approach her." Feng Ling brushed back her fallen temple hair with one hand, smiling triumphantly.

"What did you do to her?!" Song Yuhuan teleported to Feng Ling, grabbed her by the front, and scolded.

"Ahem... I'm not like you. I can kill my own master. I just... took her to a good show and told her a little more about her past." Long time no see, Song Yuhuan It's so powerful!

"The past you mentioned doesn't belong to her."

"I can not understand what you say."

"Your good disciple Yin Mi died a long time ago."

"...What nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Mi is clearly in your house!"

"She's not Yin Mi, she's An Mi, no, to be more precise, she's An Xiaosui who has lost her memory." Song Yuhuan let go of Feng Ling's front collar, and Feng Ling sat down on the ground in a daze.

"...how did she... die?"

"She died to save me, and I buried her body under the pear tree in the mansion."

"So you were under the pear tree that night just to accompany her..."

"Huh? What did you see?" Song Yuhuan frowned.

"Hahaha, what a retribution. You should ask me what you saw." Feng Ling stood up and patted the dust on her body.

"You and An Mi made the noise that night?!"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not? After all, you're still off the hook, hahahaha..."

"You are simply a lunatic! Get out of the way, I'm going to find her!" Song Yuhuan angrily pushed Feng Ling away, Feng Ling was pushed to the ground, a gash was made on her forehead, and blood continued to ooze out, but she still didn't give up, hugging her It pinched Song Yuhuan's leg, making it difficult for her to escape.

"I have hated you for so many years and loved you for so many years, but in the end you still ignore me for others."

"Since that's the case, I'll let you taste what it's like to lose your true love."

"What did you say to Xiao Sui?!"

"I told her that she was just a substitute for a dead person. This silly girl also asked me how to replace the dead person's place in your heart, so ah, I told her, as long as you die too... uh ..."

"Bastard!" Song Yuhuan kicked Feng Ling away who was already out of breath, and slammed the door away.

Feng Ling, who was lying on his back on the ground, kept following Song Yuhuan's figure with his gaze, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"An Xiaosui! Where are you, An Xiaosui?!" Song Yuhuan searched for An Xiaosui's figure all over the yard.

"Yuhuan, are you looking for someone named An Xiaosui? Tell me her name, and I'll look for it for you." An Mi appeared behind Song Yuhuan at the right time, looking at her with a blank and slightly worried expression. she.

"Xiao Sui, you're fine, that's great!" Song Yuhuan desperately hugged An Mi's body.

An Mi trembled slightly the moment Song Yuhuan hugged her body, and after a long time, she said in a voice that could be heard by the two of them, "Yuhuan, you called me wrong, my name is not Xiao Sui, but Xiao Mi. An Mi, you told me this name yourself."

"My name is Yin Mi... don't ever... call me Yin Mi again... I'm broken."

Suddenly, Yin Mi's dying words echoed in Song Yuhuan's ears.

Song Yuhuan pushed An Mi away in shock, breathing quickly and said, "...Yes, I accidentally called the wrong one."

She suddenly held An Mi's shoulders with both hands, looked at her steadily for a few seconds, and then added, "You are An Mi, my little Mi."

"Yuhuan, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" An Mi reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Song Yuhuan avoided her hand, let go of An Mi, turned around and ran away madly without looking back.