blue shirt oath

Chapter 199 Xiaochen Xiaochen Xiaochen
Song Guichen: "The stables?"

"What's the matter with the stables? Since my old man died, there have been no horses in the stables. The hay inside is freshly laid by me, and it's clean. If you don't want to, then go out, go out."

"Hey no no no, I am willing, I am willing."

It would be nice to have a place to sleep, and it's not my turn to pick and choose.

Song Guichen resigned to his fate and walked in the direction pointed by the old woman.

Holding the lamp, the old woman walked tremblingly into the house, muttering as she walked:
"What's going on today, the people who stayed overnight came one after another, I really think I'm an inn"

Song Guichen came to the stable, as the old woman said, although the wind leaks from all sides, it can keep out the rain, and the inside is covered with a lot of hay, so it should be enough for a night.

She fluffed up the hay and sat down against the wall.

There were many thorns in the mountain, and she was walking in a hurry. Now she relaxed, and felt burning pains on her hands, body, and face. It turned out that the jungle had cut large and small holes.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine on me.

Can only endure.

She was so exhausted, she fell asleep after a while, and fell to one side, hitting her head with a bang.

Fortunately, she had been in the cave named Yan Luo Dian for a long time, and she had developed her courage.

He took a few steps back and lay down on the grass, only to find that there was still a person lying in the grass.

By the moonlight, Song Guichen discovered that this person——

It was Du Qingshan!
"Ayan?!"

Song Guichen was both surprised and delighted, and seeing him motionless, he didn't seem to be asleep, so he checked his pulse in shock, but found that the person in front of him didn't have a pulse?
"Du Qingshan? Don't scare me."

Song Guichen changed the other hand in disbelief, it was still the same, there was no pulse at all.

"Where's the pulse? Why can't I find your pulse?"

Big tears fell down patter, Song Guichen was at a loss what to do, he tried his right hand and then his left.

"It must be because I'm not good at learning, so I didn't get a diagnosis, right? Du Qingshan, you little bastard, wake me up and answer me!"

The person lying in the straw was motionless.

Song Guichen frantically searched his body, the outer shirt was left in the cave, and the clothes of the man in black were also thrown on the mountain.

The medicine bottle she had been carrying with her was also missing.

At this time, there is really no medicine at all.

Song Guichen threw himself on Du Qingshan and burst into tears.

She thought of the way he and he fled to Hangzhou last winter, the snow covered the sky, and he had a fever, but he managed to keep up with her footsteps without letting her find out.

No matter how cold it was, he gave himself the only cloak.

She remembered that when she saw him again in Shengcuilou, he was dressed in blue, with a strand of blue silk hanging down his forehead, which looked like the romantic feet of a young man from Moshang.

Compare everyone in the room.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't stop my tears, Song Guichen cursed:

"Du Qingshan, you bastard, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have become like this. If you die like this, what do you want me to do?"

"Ahem, who, who said, I'm dead?"

The person below him suddenly moved, with a hoarse voice and a faint smile.

Song Guichen was startled, and quickly got up and grabbed Du Qingshan's right hand.

The pulse is beating.

Although somewhat weak.

"Du Qingshan, you bastard, are you kidding me?"

Song Guichen was angry and anxious, he clenched his fist and hit him on the chest, Du Qingshan accepted it with a smile, and said: "If Xiaochen hits me again, even if I don't die, I will be beaten to death by you."

"You said it!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore." Du Qingshan grabbed her hand, his eyes were burning, and his voice was hoarse, "Xiaochen."

His gaze was hot and direct, even with the cover of night, Song Guichen still felt flustered and blushed involuntarily.

"Little dust."

"Ah."

"Little dust."

"I am here."

"Xiaochen." Du Qingshan suddenly pulled her into his arms and buried his head in her neck, "Xiaochen, these days, you scare me to death."

Song Guichen: "I was taken into a cave by some men in black, and I escaped today."

She caressed Du Qingshan's shoulder: "Why are you here?"

"They are from Furongmen."

After Du Qingshan just said this, he nestled in Song Guichen's arms as if he was extremely tired, and murmured her name. "Little dust."

"What's wrong?" Song Guichen patted him on the shoulder more tenderly, "The people from Furongmen have something to do with Wu Hongzhu?"

Du Qingshan shook his head, and hugged the person in his arms tighter.

Song Guichen sighed, seeing that he was extremely tired, he stopped asking: "It's all right, I'm here."

The rooster crows and the sun rises.

Song Guichen opened his eyes, only to find that the face of the person in his arms was frighteningly pale, and the smiling phoenix eyes were tightly closed at this moment, like a pair of eyelashes trembling slightly.

Covering his forehead with his hand, Song Guichen was startled by the heat.

He also found that the green shirt around his waist was covered in blood, and he had suffered a serious injury.

He smiled and said so many things to himself last night, but it turned out that they were all forceful.

Song Guichen couldn't help crying again.

He hurriedly knocked on the door of the old woman's room, begging her to let Du Qingshan sleep in the room.

The old woman wakes up early in the morning, grumpy:

"Hey, you girl, I took you in for a night last night, and you agreed to leave at dawn today. Why do you have to make more progress, and you are going to live in the old house!"

"It's really me—my younger brother is seriously injured, he is not suitable for traveling, and he will be taken in by the elderly for a few more days."

The old woman stretched her neck and looked into the stable: "Oh, that half-dead boy is your younger brother. You siblings are so interesting, each of you has such a ghostly look."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Guichen with disgust, her wrinkled forehead was tightly wrinkled, and the wrinkles became more and more criss-crossed.

Too ugly to look at.

Song Guichen hurriedly gave all the valuables on his body to the old man.

"Old man, I went out in a hurry. I didn't bring any silver with me. I only had these jewelry. Please let him sleep in the house. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the cold wind if he has a fever."

"Tsk tsk tsk, sister and brother really love each other."

The old woman weighed the jewelry in her hand, her eyes flickered, the flashes in her eyes did not look like an old woman's, but it was a pity that Song Guichen was so focused on Du Qingshan that he never noticed it.

"I remember, you secretly hid a jade hairpin last night. What about the jade hairpin? Little girl, what are you talking about? That's all. From my perspective, you should have hidden all the precious things first."

"This--"

Song Guichen frowned.

The jade hairpin is actually not expensive.

However, it was carved by Ayan's mother herself, and it was a solemn gift from Ayan to himself. There is absolutely no reason to give it to others.

But now that Ayan is in danger, if he doesn't seek treatment, he may lose his life.

With a hard heart, he took out the jade hairpin that was hidden close to his body, gritted his teeth and handed it to the old woman.

"This hosta is not worth much, but it means a lot to me. I will give it to you today, and I will redeem it with ten times the gold in the future."

The old woman took the jade hairpin, her eyes sparkled.

Having got the advantage, he chuckled: "Then you can bring him in, but I don't have any medicine here, and I don't know any doctors. I see, your poor brother will not survive."

Song Guichen turned a deaf ear to it, and helped the dazed Du Qingshan into the house.

After taking off his thin clothes and seeing the bloody sword wound on his waist, Song Guichen's heart throbbed with pain.

　Alright, let's bring Du Qingshan to life again.cover face

　　
　
(End of this chapter)