Even though the two of them sped up, they still couldn't cross the mountain range that Du Qingshan said before it got dark.

However, the two were lucky enough to find a sheltered cave.

Song Guichen diligently began to clean up the cave.

There was a bundle of dead grass that had not been wet by the rain and snow, and a pile of dry firewood, apparently brought by a nearby hunter.

Song Guichen thought of the animal footprints on the snow that he saw from time to time after entering the mountain, so he couldn't help but smile, and the movements in his hands became more and more neat, and soon, he lit the firewood.

"Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water."

There are animal footprints on the snow, indicating that there are animals in the mountains; If there are animals, it means that there is food in this mountain.

It seems that they went to great lengths to speed up the mountain, and they were right.

After months of trekking, there was a lot of mourning along the way, not to mention the animals, even the roots and trunks of the trees were gnawed bare, and there was not a trace of green.

Now that he is close to the border of the south of the Yangtze River, he has gradually become a little more vigorous.

Song Guichen happily took off the cloak that was in the way, and the cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

She snorted into her hands, and for a moment she leaned close to the fire, then she got up, and decided to go out and walk around in the snow, and try her luck, maybe a pheasant or a hare or something.

Looking at Du Qingshan, who had been sitting in the corner against the rock wall since he entered the cave, he closed his eyes and recuperated, and Song Guichen was angry:

"Hey, I said, you're a big man, you won't wait for me to find you something to eat."

Du Qingshan opened his eyes and looked taken for granted: "Well, you go today, and I'll go tomorrow." ”

Quite a fair offer.

Song Guichen shrugged his shoulders and did not refuse.

After all, since they ran out of dry food, he had been looking for food most of the time, though it was often just a few bitter wild herbs.

Today she went to forage for food, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Thinking so, Song Guichen took out a scimitar from his bag, walked out of the cave, and deliberately pulled a cluster of thorn trees outside the cave to block the entrance of the cave.

It's not that she's worried about the people who will blow in and into the hole, but the territory she has managed to clean up, and she can't be discovered by others.

After sealing the entrance of the cave tightly, Song Guichen hummed a song and walked into the white woods with satisfaction.

"The three alleys of the jade dragon are everywhere, the sound is shaking, and the branches are ...... moon"

In the quiet night and snow, the light singing is finely fragmented.

Fortunately, at this time, there was no one else in the woods, otherwise, I would have been frightened to the ground by this strange scene.

Song Guichen looked around as he walked.

When she was a child, she followed her master to the lonely mountain of West Lake, and she was already familiar with hunting, as long as there was prey, she could pocket the prey even if she closed her eyes.

Thinking of Master, Song Guichen's singing came to an abrupt end.

Half a year ago, she woke up and found herself in the body of this skinny little orphan girl.

What's even more bizarre is that the place where she woke up was in a mass grave under Kaifeng Mansion, two thousand miles away from the lonely mountain in Hangzhou.

The original owner of this body is estimated to be an orphan who no one wants, and when he dies, he is thrown in a mass grave at will.

Song Guichen lived for twenty years in his previous life, and it was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre thing.

After the initial shock and panic, she decided to go back to Hangzhou to figure things out.

"Goo, goo!"

The cry of the pheasant pulled Song Guichen's thoughts back.

After listening carefully, he determined the position of the pheasant, and the scimitar in his hand flew out, and after a rapid "clucking" wail, only a dull fluttering sound remained.

After a day's journey, I was already so hungry that my chest was close to my back.

At this moment, with the pheasant still warm in his hand, and the thought that he would be able to eat hot chicken later, Song Guichen was so happy that he forgot all his troubles and continued to hum a song and walked back.

Back in the cave, the fire had burned out, and the cold air in the dark cave was overwhelming.

Song Guichen was angry, Du Qingshan, this kid was here, let her go out hunting hard, and she was in the cave, but she didn't even know how to add firewood.

Throwing the pheasant next to the burning fire, Song Guichen came to the luggage by feeling the darkness, lit the only remaining fire fold, came to Du Qingshan, and patted his cheek.

"Hey, you won't freeze to death, will you?"

Du Qingshan opened his eyes, and his black and white eyes reflected the firelight, which was a little stunning.

However, Song Guichen didn't have the heart to indulge in beauty, because she was startled by Du Qingshan's hot forehead: "God, you have a fever at this time, you want to die!" ”

She looked anxiously left and right, and Du Qingshan said weakly: "You don't have to look for it, we don't have medicine." ”

"I know I'm still sick without you!"

"I didn't get sick on my own initiative."

Seeing that he was burned like this, he still had the strength to talk to himself, Song Guichen didn't bother to pay attention to him, took the cloak spread on the hay on the other side and covered him, and said, "Don't you know how to find something to keep warm?" ”

"Oh." Du Qingshan leaned weakly against the stone wall and pulled out a teasing smile, "I didn't notice that you deliberately left the cloak for me." ”

"You think too much, I just don't wear it out because I think it's troublesome."

Song Guichen took all the hay in the cave and put it under Du Qingshan.

"You lie down first, I'll light the firewood, let's eat roast pheasant tonight, don't fall asleep if you want to eat meat."

"Got it."

Although Song Guichen knew a few herbs, it was dark and windy at this time, and it was unrealistic to go to collect herbs.

She also knew that a large part of Du Qingshan's fever was caused by hunger, and he kept the only bread for himself yesterday, and the two of them only drank a full soup this morning.

She quickly lit a fire and disposed of the pheasant that was still gasping.

After a while, Du Qingshan heard the sound of oil in a daze, smelled the aroma of meat, and even the numbness of peppercorns.

It's just that his eyelids are so heavy that he can't open them, so he has to sigh unwillingly in his heart, Xiaochen's roasted pheasant, just thinking about it, is a delicacy in the world, but it's a pity......

"To roll the bead curtain to clear the reward, and don't sweep, the snow in front of the steps ......"

Beyond the aroma of meat and oil, a soft song whispered a tune that had never been heard before.

This song is chic, and the lyrics are also elegantly written, Du Qingshan has never heard Song Guichen sing before.

He forced his eyes to open them, and saw a dirty girl sitting in the firelight, her messy hair not even as long as his.

At this time, she was humming a song and concentrating on roasting a shiny pheasant.

Is it because she is almost in Hangzhou, so her mood has improved?

Before Du Qingshan could figure it out, Song Guichen had already come over, divided the roasted pheasant into two even halves, and handed him half of it:

"Let's eat, we don't have to save today, I just noticed, there are a lot of things to eat in the mountains."

Seeing that Du Qingshan was just smiling, but did not reach out to take it, Song Guichen's heart sank.

Sit down patiently and put the chicken leg to Du Qingshan's mouth.

"I said, we are one step away from Hangzhou, and if you fall at this time, won't you lose a lot of money."

Du Qingshan took a bite, and suddenly his lips and teeth were wrapped in the aroma of meat for a long time, and the delicious taste was ironed out of his internal organs in an instant, and the numbness of Sichuan pepper made him feel like he was in a trance in the clouds.

The two of you take a bite and I take a bite, and soon a pheasant was eaten clean by the two.

With something in his stomach, Song Guichen leaned against the stone wall with Du Qingshan with satisfaction, patting his stomach and looking at the fire that was still burning.

"What song were you humming?"

Du Qingshan was not as weak as Fang Cai, and asked Song Guichen without words.

"Huh?"

"That's it, don't sweep, snow in front of the steps."

"Oh, that's my master's words."