"Your master?"

Du Qingshan looked at Song Guichen solemnly.

She is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is not extremely beautiful, perhaps because of malnutrition since childhood, the whole person has yellow muscles and thin muscles, and is dry.

Such an ordinary person who will not have any sense of existence when put in the pile, in Du Qingshan's opinion, he can't even talk about it.

However, from her eyes as clear as ice and snow, Du Qingshan always felt that she was not as ordinary as she seemed on the surface.

In the past month, her behavior, her cooking skills that have turned decay into magic, and her determination to go to Hangzhou have made Du Qingshan see the characteristics of an ordinary girl who is different from fourteen or fifteen years old.

Although it was a little awkward, Du Qingshan had to admit that in the past month, in front of this girl younger than himself, he had been taken care of by her more.

Du Qingshan couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that you still have a master." ”

Song Guichen glanced at Du Qing's shirt: "What?" If you don't look good, you can't have a master? ”

She knew that this body was indeed very ordinary compared to her original appearance.

Especially in front of Du Qingshan, who is as bright as the bright moon, she is like a girl who carries water and firewood in the countryside.

Du Qingshan hurriedly explained: "I don't mean that, I'm just curious, what kind of person can write such a good sentence." ”

Song Guichen loves to hear this.

The person she admired most since she was a child was Master Lin Kui, and she was even happier to hear others praise her master than to hear others praise herself.

Lin Kui is a lonely person, proficient in poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting.

It's just that he writes poems at will, often throwing them away, and never keeping them.

As his only apprentice, Song Guichen pity those beautiful poems were discarded like this, so for so many years, she secretly recorded all the poems he wrote, and would compose a song and sing it in her spare time.

Hearing Du Qingshan's praise, Song Guichen was honored and said happily: "My master is the lonely mountain of West Lake-"

Halfway through the words, Song Guichen was suddenly silent.

The master is so famous, and there are probably no people in the entire Great Song Dynasty who have a little background who don't know.

Although Du Qingshan fled all the way with her, looking at his clothes and behavior, he must also be the son of a rich and noble family, and it is very likely that he knows the master.

He looks like this now, if he rashly says that he is Lin Kui's apprentice, he will not die of laughter.

"Who's that?"

Du Qingshan thought that Song Guichen deliberately didn't say it, he was hanging his appetite, and he was intended to lead him to ask.

But he was really curious, so he asked very facelessly.

Song Guichen tilted his head and stared at him for a long time, then shrugged his shoulders: "Hey, forget it, you don't know anyway." ”

"If you don't say it, how do you know I don't know?"

Song Guichen threw the last piece of wood into the fire that was about to be extinguished, and rubbed his cold hands.

Seeing that she was cold, Du Qingshan took off the cloak on his body and handed it to her.

Song Guichen hesitated, leaned closer to Du Qingshan, and put the cloak on the two of them.

She didn't want to be cold for the sake of rules that she couldn't keep warm or eat.

"Your fever doesn't go away tonight, and we won't be able to make it tomorrow, so the cloak will be half of yours."

"Thank you." Du Qingshan thanked him insincerely, and asked persistently, "Who is your master?" ”

Song Guichen: "My master is the famous Heavenly Sword Master on the rivers and lakes - Long Aotian!" ”

"Who is Long Aotian? How come I've never heard of such a person in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Is this why you are lonely and unheard, and you can complain about me?"

Du Qingshan thought seriously for a while, and then said after consideration: "West Lake Lonely Mountain, I have heard of it; Heavenly Sword Master, I suspect you're bluffing me. ”

Song Guichen urged his narrow-mindedness and asked rhetorically: "Are you a Song person?" Haven't even heard of Long Aotian? ”

Seeing Song Guichen's disgusted face, as if he didn't know that Long Aotian was not worthy of being a Song person, Du Qingshan began to wonder if he was really lonely.

He sincerely asked: "Who is Long Aotian?" ”

"Long Aotian, I came out with nonsense and lied to you!"

"You-"

Seeing that Du Qing's shirt was deflated, Song Guichen hummed happily, quickly loosened the hay on the ground, lay down, and said, "Sleep!" When the fire is extinguished, it gets even colder. ”

As she spoke, she squeezed to Du Qingshan's side, and consciously pulled the cloak to her side.

These days, she has the cloak alone, but today Du Qingshan has a fever, so she kindly gave him a little bit of the cloak.

They have no medicinal herbs, and they are sick and feverish in such snow-capped mountains, and they are simply the number one enemy.

Therefore, Song Guichen didn't mind crowding around Du Qingshan at all, and explained indifferently:

"In this situation, we don't have medicine, you are already sick, if I get frostbite again, there will be no one to feed us, so I have to grieve you and me for one night."

"I don't think you're taking advantage of me."

Du Qingshan lowered his head, sniffing the strange smell emanating from Song Guichen's body, forgetting what she was teasing in his mind, and couldn't help pinching his nose in disgust.

"Are you really a woman?"

"Your uncle!" Song Guichen stretched out his foot and kicked Du Qingshan, "Little Wang Ba Lamb, of course I am a woman!" ”

"Forehead ......"

was called "Little Wang Eight Lambs" by a young girl, and the awkward emotions in Du Qingshan's heart became heavier and heavier.

In the past month, I have long been accustomed to her words and demeanor, but it is the first time I have been scolded by her so angrily.

"I said, what woman in Kaifeng Mansion is like you, with rude words and indecent behavior......

"Shut up!"

Song Guichen kicked him again unceremoniously.

Fortunately, his cloak was wide, and Song Guichen kicked him back, but he didn't kick him out with his heart.

The two huddled together, barely able to withstand the biting chill at the entrance of the cave.

Xu was too tired, Song Guichen quickly fell asleep, and did not forget to continue to kick Du Qingshan in his sleep.

Du Qingshan reluctantly turned his back to her, staring at the pile of firewood, with an uncertain look in his eyes.

Feeling the sound of the even breathing of the person behind him, the questions in his mind were accumulating more and more, and the words West Lake Gushan kept wandering in his mind.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old Kaifeng girl, with no long things, poor and poor, said to have no father and no mother, but she has a master.

Listening to the words she blurted out proudly, but unfinished words, there is no doubt that the master in her mouth is indeed in Hangzhou.

Has she ever been to Hangzhou?

Or is it that you got lost with your master and want to go to Hangzhou to find your master?

Or is it the little girl showing off mentality...... Well, after getting along with each other during this time, Du Qingshan confirmed that she is not the kind of little girl who likes to show off.

That is, there really is a master.

Why didn't she say it in the middle of the story? Are you afraid of exposing the identity of the master?

For the first time, Du Qingshan felt that there was such a thing that puzzled him, which was quite interesting.

The fire burned out, and the last hint of red was extinguished.

Du Qingshan turned over, frowned and muttered: "As a woman, the smell on her body is so bad, it's really out of style." ”

But this is also something that can't be helped, Du Qingshan sniffed himself, and it didn't get any better.

He couldn't help but frown even more disgustedly.

When I arrived in Hangzhou, the first thing I did was to burn incense and bathe!