blue shirt oath

Chapter 117

Mrs. Gu's words made Song Guichen burnt inside and tender outside.

Duan Xiaochen entered Gu's mansion because of his reputation and status. With what status did she enter Gu's mansion?
Could it be Gu Yi's personal physician?
Even if I agree, the master will not agree.

"Madam Gu's kind intentions, Guichen appreciates it, but regarding Sanlang's illness, I still need to go back to Gushan to discuss with Master. It would be inconvenient if I live in the residence."

What she said wasn't really a problem.

The distance between Gushan and Gushan is very far. If she wants to treat Gu Yi's illness, it will be even more inconvenient for her to travel back and forth between Gushan and Gushan.

However, both Mrs. Gu and Gu Yi could hear the rejection in her words, Mrs. Gu smiled.

"That being the case, I was the one who was abrupt."

Gu Yi wanted to persuade him to stay, but he knew he couldn't, so he unconsciously clenched his cuff with his right hand.

In the rain yesterday, she pulled her hand out, already categorically rejecting herself.

It's just that in his dream last night, he dreamed that she was dressed in crabapple red, squatting under the red plums, writing a certain name stroke by stroke.

No matter how he looked, he still couldn't see who the name on the snow was.

Seeing Brother Du today, Gu Yi couldn't help thinking, could it be that the name of the person she wrote was Brother Du?
Thinking of this possibility, Gu Yi couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

Coming out of Gu's mansion, Uncle Wu held the jug in one hand and a wilted lotus leaf to block the sun in the other. He squatted in a corner, looking bored at the bakery shop opposite where he bought cakes.

Song Guichen said, "Uncle Wu, where is Du Qingshan?"

She was dragged into the inner courtyard by Mrs. Gu, and Du Qingshan was nowhere to be seen as soon as she came out.

Uncle Wu stood up excitedly and pointed in the direction: "Shuocuilou."

He held the lotus leaf on top of Song Guichen's head, hesitant to speak.

"Uncle Wu, what do you want to say, go ahead."

"No, Uncle Wu doesn't want to say anything."

Uncle Wu tightly shut his mouth.

Just now Du Qingshan asked him to wait here, and said that when he saw Miss Song coming out, he called her to the Suocuilou, with a look of mystery, but also a look of spring.

Most importantly, he bought chicken legs and wine for himself, and solemnly confessed that Miss Song must go alone.

Uncle Wu's heart of gossip was successfully hooked.

After the chicken legs finished eating and drinking, Miss Song also came out.

Seeing Song Guichen at this time, he wanted to ask her what happened to Du Qingshan these two days, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate to ask a little girl such a thing.

So Uncle Wu made up his mind to follow her to the Suocuilou to see what kind of medicine was sold in Du Qingshan's gourd.

Song Guichen didn't know that Uncle Wu had so many twists and turns in his mind, he only thought that Du Qingshan was hungry and wanted to fill his stomach, so he went to the Suocuilou.

Having said that, I am really hungry.

"Then let's go to the Suocui Tower and go home after filling our stomachs."

"Sister Song stay behind."

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by a person behind him, an old man and a young man looked back, it was Duan Xiaochen.

Her eyes were slightly red, probably from crying.

Although powder was applied, it couldn't hide the haggard look on her face.

"Sister Song." Duan Xiaochen held up a book, "This is the book that Mr. Lin borrowed for me to read at Fanghe Hall yesterday, please trouble Sister Song to return it for Xiaochen."

Song Guichen took over the book, and it was the "Tang Poems for Questions" that she added several times. She sorted out the Tang poems she had read in various categories and divided them into volumes such as Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, Boudoir, War and Frontier Fortress. After each poem, she wrote down some thoughts.

This book was obtained by her adding and deleting several times. It contains her personal opinions on the poems recorded in the book. There is only such a book in the world.

When Song Guichen and his master were in Gushan, they spent a lot of time reading and compiling history.

To Song Guichen, reading poems and sorting them into categories is a very enjoyable thing.

Song Guichen has always cherished these books because he put a lot of effort into each book he edited and compiled.

"Mr. Lin said that Sister Song has a lot of insights into poetry. If I want to learn poetry, I might as well read Sister Song's handwriting first." Duan Xiaochen praised, "I read it all night last night. Sister Song, you are really amazing."

Song Guichen smiled, flipped through the book in his hand, and solemnly handed it to Duan Xiaochen: "If you like it, I will give you this book."

"Really? Is this okay?"

"Sure." Song Guichen said with emotion, "Tang poems are gorgeous and colorful, bringing out the old and bringing forth the new, and I only picked the typical ones in this book. If you like sister Xiaochen, this book is helpful to sister Xiaochen. I'm too happy to be happy. "

"Great, thank you, Sister Song."

Duan Xiaochen was so moved that he wanted to cry again.

Song Guichen hurriedly stopped her, she really couldn't see the beauty cry.

These days, Duan Xiaochen has pulled himself together, and with a new pink dress, he is also a beautiful woman.

Song Guichen couldn't help feeling pity, and patted Duan Xiaochen on the forehead:

"So, today is your first day in Gu's residence, how about we go to Shengcuilou to have a big meal together? Is it a cleansing for you?"

Duan Xiaochen smiled with tears in his eyes, and put the book away.

"Thank you, Sister Song."

Uncle Wu hesitated to speak, and there is one more person, isn't it good?
However, the two girls ignored Uncle Wu's hesitation and walked ahead arm in arm.

The three of them came to the towering emerald building.

The towering green building is the same for thousands of years, and the bartender at the door is smiling.

Seeing Duan Xiaochen, the two bartenders called enthusiastically and familiarly: "Xiaochen, long time no see. People from the state capital haven't troubled you these days, have they?"

Duan Xiaochen shook his head.

The two bartenders were very strange. Xiaochen smiled brightly when he saw them before, what happened today?

Why are you so indifferent?

However, the two of them didn't think too much, and led the three of them to the second floor, the pavilion that Du Qingshan had already reserved.

"Miss Song please, Mr. Du has been waiting inside for a long time."

Song Guichen nodded, pushed the door open and entered.

Du Qingshan was sitting at the round table in the middle with a smile on his face. On the round table were four or five exquisitely packaged gift boxes.

Wait, gift box?
Three pairs of eyes looked straight at Du Qingshan.

Du Qingshan opened his mouth wide and looked at Uncle Wu: Didn't I tell you to let Xiaochen come alone?
Uncle Wu: These two are Xiaochen...

Du Qingshan: ...

Busily hugged the things on the table, walked to the side, opened the cabinet and stuffed it in, turned around and said with a smile: "Xiaochen is here, what do you want to eat? I treat you!"

"What did you hide just now?"

"No, I just bought some daily necessities on the street."

"Oh, so it is."

The three of them sat down, Song Guichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Lie, and looked around, but he didn't look at his Du Qing shirt.

Duan Xiaochen and Uncle Wu realized that their arrival didn't seem very welcome, so they didn't dare to move.

Du Qingshan secretly thought: Uncle Wu is really unreliable!
Uncle Wu thought: You asked for it yourself. If you explain the situation directly to Uncle Wu, wouldn't Uncle Wu stop Duan Xiaochen for you and create some time for you to be alone with Miss Song?

Duan Xiaochen thought: Today's Mr. Du is very different from the past.A little shy?

Song Guichen: "Okay, let's serve food, I'm hungry."

Uncle Wu and Duan Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief.

If no one speaks, they will die of embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)