blue shirt oath

Chapter 66
"Can't wake up?" Du Qingshan asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Guichen smiled triumphantly: "That means, you can fly over walls, why don't you take me to the state capital? If I make a move, it won't be as simple as being drunk and forgetting home."

Anyway, it is very simple to kill Wang Qinruo.

"You have a good idea. Do you think that the state capital is a soft food, waiting for you to fly in easily?"

Du Qingshan poured a ladle of cold water down.

"Don't forget, you are still the most wanted person in the state capital, and it's too late to hide. You are better, but you have to move forward."

"Okay, okay. I'll just say that, if you don't go, don't go."

Du Qingshan was funny: "This is really the sun coming out from the west, and you actually showed me weakness."

"I--"

Song Guichen choked, and turned to look at Father Chang.

Third Sister Chang came to Du Qingshan and promised: "Young Master Du, don't worry, I'll clean up right now. After my father wakes up, we'll leave Hangzhou."

"Well." Du Qingshan thought for a while, "Now that the imperial court has sent high officials, the locust plague in Zhejiang and Zhejiang provinces has been brought under control. There shouldn't be any major incidents along the way, but you and Father Chang are weak women. One is an old man, so be careful along the way."

"Don't worry, brother Du, the three of us, father and daughter, also escaped all the way in the early years. We haven't traveled all the way, and we haven't suffered any hardships."

Seeing her arrogance, Du Qingshan smiled: "That's good."

Sure enough, before noon the next day, Wang Qinruo woke up in the state mansion.

And the first thing he did when he woke up was to angrily order Lin Xiandao, the judge, to send someone to arrest Third Sister Chang.

The result is of course a flutter.

Wang Qinruo was so angry that he was full of old blood again. He overturned the medicine bowl brought by the servants to the ground, panting heavily, and cursed Lin Xiandao for his incompetence.

The state capital is in chaos, but the Huxin Pavilion is peaceful and peaceful.

It was early summer, the vegetation was green and the birds were chirping.

Holding a sword in his left hand, the young man in green clothes fought fiercely with the old man in gray. The old man retreated leisurely, parrying the young man's head-slashing sword move, and commented:
"Ah! Brat, not bad! Uncle Wu admires it."

This distraction caused the long sword in his hand to be blown away, and Du Qingshan stood with the sword back.

"Uncle Wu, in terms of other things, I can't compare to you. This swordsmanship, but I have practiced it since I was a child."

Although Uncle Wu was defeated, he didn't care much about it, but regretted it even more.

"You brat, why is such a good martial arts seedling not interested in Wu's kung fu? Uncle Wu promises that if you are willing to learn, there is nothing you can't learn with this strange armor and disguise. Uncle Wu is sorry!"

"Don't shake your head. Even if you say something out of your mouth, I won't learn it."

Du Qingshan threw the sword in his hand into the air, the shadow of the sword flashed, and it happened to be inserted into the big banyan tree a few feet away, the blade of the sword shook slightly, and then stopped.

Uncle Wu was speechless.

"Stinky boy, a qualified swordsman loves his sword very much. How can he waste a long sword like this? Shame on Uncle Wu!"

Du Qingshan passed by with a smile, smelled a scent, smiled slightly, and walked briskly to the place where the scent came from.

Song Guichen was busy in the kitchen, his hands were busy, and his mouth was not idle, humming an unknown song.

Du Qingshan leaned against the door with a smile, watching Song Guichen busy without blinking.

Because she was in the kitchen, she was dressed neatly, wearing a light green dress with narrow sleeves, her hair in a bun and hanging down her shoulders, playful and cute.

Du Qingshan discovered that she seemed to be able to sing whenever she entered the kitchen.

"Hey, drunk sweet shrimp!"

Song Guichen smiled heartily.

Du Qingshan took a closer look and saw five or six golden and crispy lobsters strung on a thin bamboo stick. A thick layer of honey was poured on the lobsters, and there was a faint scent of Huadiao wine.

He didn't reach out to pick it up, but took Song Guichen's hand, moved his mouth up and bit a shrimp, before closing his mouth, he praised:

"delicious!"

It is always a pleasure to be praised.

Song Guichen smiled satisfied, and stuffed the string of bamboo sticks that Du Qingshan bit off a shrimp into Du Qingshan's hand:

"There's more over there. Go get it yourself after eating. I'll send some to Uncle Wu."

"Hey, you don't need to send it. Uncle Wu wants to eat, so he will come."

He looked at Song Guichen helplessly, trying to get a glimpse of what she had left behind.

"It's not too far away, so it doesn't take much to send it there."

Song Guichen completely ignored his small thoughts and went to the front yard with a plate of shrimp.

Du Qingshan, who stayed where he was, bit another prawn sadly, and said to himself: "It seems that there is no one that tastes better."

Uncle Wu was very happy to see some snacks to eat.

After killing four or five bunches of drunken sweet shrimps in a row, Fang said to Song Guichen, "Little Chen, Uncle Wu can teach you the disguise technique."

"Really? What's the condition this time?"

"There is no need for any conditions this time, um—" Uncle Wu thought for a while, "Seeing that you have cooked so many delicious things for Uncle Wu these days, Uncle Wu will accept you as an apprentice."

"Great, Uncle Wu, let's start."

"Young man, this is not the way to worship a teacher. You have to call Uncle Wu Master, right?"

Song Guichen hesitated for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "Master, please accept my apprentice's respect."

"Hey, it's all right." Uncle Wu helped Song Guichen up with a smile, "Uncle Wu is teasing you, or call Uncle Wu kind. Master is not so kind as an uncle, don't you think?"

Song Guichen knew that his hesitation was noticed by Uncle Wu, he felt embarrassed for a moment, Uncle Wu said: "Xiaochen, Uncle Wu also knows a little bit about you and Duan Xiaochen, do you intend to continue like this?"

"There is no other way." Song Guichen sighed softly.

"So far I haven't figured out what went wrong. I would actually exchange souls with Duan Xiaochen. As for how to exchange them back, I am at a loss as to what to do. I can only take one step at a time."

"Walk one step at a time?" Uncle Wu said with a smile, "You're not in a hurry, but some people are in a hurry."

"Who?"

Uncle Wu said nothing, and looked at Song Guichen inexplicably.

This girl, does she really not understand or is she pretending not to understand?Or are you pretending to be confused?

Tsk tsk, the typical King Xiang is intentional, but the Goddess is unintentional.

That brat can't wait to stay by this little girl's side all the time for twelve hours a day. Uncle Wu can't bear to see her fascinated if he doesn't see her for a moment.

Uncle Wu felt that it was necessary for him to help Du Qingshan.

Otherwise, he will have to wait until when.

"Xiaochen, what do you think of that kid Du Qingshan?"

Song Guichen heard the words, pouted all the time:
"Du Qingshan is a man of all ages, he is a ruffian, he has a bad temper, and he has a poisonous mouth. I am often ridiculed by his words."

what?
bad temper?Poisonous mouth?
Uncle Wu laughed out loud.

Brat, brat, you have to pay for the sins you made yourself!

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