Master of the rivers and lakes

Chapter 395

Wen Qing saw that Gu Zhen was still thinking about the woman in Qingsi Opera, as if possessed by a demon, and immediately felt a taste in her heart.

As a result, Wen Qing looked at Gu Zhen's appearance even more displeased.

At this moment, she didn't want to stay here any longer, so Wen Qing got angry and stood up to leave without saying anything.

Seeing Wen Qing get up, Gu Zhen hurriedly said: "Qing'er, I kind of want to drink the fruit tea you made at noon."

It seems that Gu Zhen still found that little emotion in Wen Qing's heart.

Hearing this, Wen Qing's mouth could not help showing a smile, but it was only fleeting.

Wen Qing turned around and was about to say something, but she only saw Gu Zhen stunned on the bed with an incredulous expression on his face.

For a moment, Wen Qing felt a little strange, what happened?
Wen Qing asked tentatively: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Gu Zhen's face was still full of disbelief. Hearing Wen Qing's words, he looked at Wen Qing in surprise and said: "Tea...tea...yes...I know..."

Wen Qing frowned and walked forward, wondering: "Brother, what do you know? Tea? What's wrong with tea?"

Gu Zhen swallowed, as if he couldn't believe what he was about to say.

Just listen to Gu Zhen said: "Tea, tea stand, Liu Shaoyan, she is Qingsi Opera, yes, it can't be wrong, it must be her, it must be her!"

As soon as Gu Zhen said these words, Wen Qing was also surprised. After all, she had never expected that it would be Liu Shaoyan.

The woman who helped her look after the old house.

Wen Qing was also surprised and said, "Sister Liu? Probably not..."

Gu Zhen had calmed down at this moment, took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "Although I'm not sure yet...

But...thinking about it now, the feeling it gave me at that time seemed to be the same feeling that Sister Liu gave me back then. "

After a pause, Gu Zhen continued: "However, since we are not sure, then when we go back this time, we will go to Baima to meet Sister Liu, and we must go to meet her."

At this time, Wen Qing also recovered from the astonishing guess that Liu Shaoyan was Qingsi opera.

Hearing Gu Zhen's words at this time, she didn't know why she said to Gu Zhen in a very cold tone: "Brother, let's go by ourselves. After I go back, I'm afraid I don't have so much time, sister."

After all, Wen Qing didn't care what Gu Zhen's response was, and immediately opened the door and left.

This time, Gu Zhen's thoughts were always on the matter of "Liu Shaoyan is the Qingsi Opera", and he really didn't pay attention to Wen Qing's expression.

After Wen Qing left, Gu Zhen was still talking to himself on the bed: "How is it possible...it seems to make sense...it's not right after thinking about it..."

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Lying alone, the osmanthus osmanthus, the water and the clouds are wide, and the autumn colors are cool and the stars are hanging down.

Drunken dream breaks infinite sorrow, and listen to the wind and rain at five o'clock.

Outside the window is the faint mist that has been covering Longmen today, and what is wrapped in the clouds is the cold north wind.

Under the window, a woman in plain clothes and tied hair was looking at the hazy scene outside the window. Obviously, she had been in this state for a long time.

The ink-soaked purple brush in her hand lightly touched the snow-white paper, and a large ink-colored flower bloomed.

The woman with plain hair and plain hair seemed to be reminiscing about something. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice the ink-colored flower in the painting.

However, fortunately, this ink-colored flower did not destroy the words written by the woman before.

It's just that the woman has only written two lines on the snow-white note after half an hour.

After a while, the woman finally noticed the mess of the ink, she sighed softly, and put the Zihao in her hand aside.

Afterwards, she stretched out her frozen blue palms to the fire beside her, feeling a little warmth.

After all, this is the north, and the season has already entered autumn.

Coupled with the fact that the past few days have been really cold, even though the room was lit with a fire to burn incense, the woman still felt chills on her fingertips.

Although Wushan in the south has always been quiet, it is not as cold as here.

If you spend the winter in the north, it should be cooler, right?

The woman thought carefully about the chill on her fingertips today, which she should not have paid attention to originally.

However, she didn't know whether it was because she had been in the south all year round and was not used to the cold weather in the north, or it was because of her current body.

The chill made her want to keep warm.

The woman facing the window, Fang Dang Shaoling, had bright eyes and bright teeth, and was dressed in plain clothes that were spotless. Her long jet-black hair was simply tied up and fixed with a simple white jade hairpin.

On the case in front of her was a volume of Zhou Yuanhe's "Guan Luoyou Poetry Collection".

After the coldness on her fingertips dissipated, she picked up the purple hair on the side again.

Looking through the window, she is holding a pen with plain hands, her demeanor is quiet and calm, and she has a wild forest style.

She had already attacked the official family. Seven years ago, a sudden disaster made this small official family almost disappear from the world.

Because of her master, her branch was able to save her life and not be buried with Jiuquan.

At that time, she became interested in the so-called Jianghu.

Afterwards, she became her master's disciple, and it has been seven years now.

She, who was dressed in plain hair, just picked up the pen, looked at the ink flowers blooming on the paper, and thought of something in her heart.

She was lost in thought for a while while facing the hazy scenery outside the window.

After regaining her senses, she was about to continue writing Zhou Yuanhe's "Summer in Autumn River Again", when she heard familiar footsteps outside the door.

The rare moment of tranquility was broken again, and the woman in plain clothes who wrote the pen sighed.

Afterwards, she randomly tore out a copy of "Qingjiang Bi Tan" to cover the "Guan Luo You Poetry Collection" on the case, folded the rice paper with two sentences written on it, and put it in her bosom.

As soon as he put down the Zihao, he turned his head and saw the smiling junior standing outside the threshold.

The plain-clothed woman said: "You left for a while, it's rare for me to be quiet, why are you back now?"

The younger brother looked at the desk by the window, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, are you writing the poems in "Guan Luoyou Poetry Collection" again?"

"It's just you talking too much, what's the matter?"

The junior brother scratched his head and said, "Master asked me to tell senior sister that Head Gu and Elder Wen of Linshan Sect are here."

The woman was a little surprised and said, "Why are you here in person?"

"Senior Sister desperately rescued the two people from the Linshan Sect. It's normal for Sect Leader Gu to come here in person."

"Where have you been?"

"Master Gu and the others just chatted with Master for a while, and they should be here soon."

After that, the woman didn't speak any more, but sat down, looking at her still pale face.

I don't know if this will leave a bad impression on Mr. Gu and Elder Wen.

After a while, there were a few footsteps outside the door, as well as the sound of someone talking softly.

She knew they were coming.

So, she got up and followed her junior brother to the door.

Looking at the few people who approached, she saluted first, and then said: "I met Master tonight, Master Gu, Elder Wen."

(End of this chapter)