In order to listen to people's knowledge of the past, Huang Si left the house early in the morning.

He first walked around the city, bought some snacks and carried them, and then strolled on the street while eating skewers.

After wandering around the city, he realized that he seemed to have gotten up too early. There was no entertainment place to open except for the shops that sold goods.

Finally, he came to the teahouse again.

The guy came up enthusiastically, and Huang Si asked them when someone would come to tell the story.

After learning that it was only after 9 a.m., Huang Si found a good seat in the hall of the teahouse and sat down.

It was already eight o'clock, and some people had already come to the hall, most of whom were luxuriously dressed, and probably some rich and idle people.

Huang Si sat there, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Lu Cheng has been causing trouble for the team chasing Song Hong, which has never found Song Hong. However, this has been basically exposed. After returning, he is afraid that he will be punished heavily by King Chang. Losing his official position is a trivial matter, so King Chang cannot cut his head.

Huang Si sighed. Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu were still children. If they recovered their memories and knew that their unfilial descendants caused trouble to their masters, they would not know what they would be angry.

As for Guan Ming going to investigate things yesterday, he only heard a few words from them. It seemed that important things had been discussed, just saying "I should capture Song Hong alive as soon as possible", "must ask clearly", "I have to be of great importance" and so on.

There are also many relatives in Changcheng, the capital of Changguo, but unfortunately, none of the people brought by King Chang this time.

At present, I don’t know the purpose of King Chang’s capture of Song Hong, nor do I know what to do to ask the king of a country to come here specially.

The people around were chatting, and Huang Si listened by the way. They were all gossiping things in the city. It felt quite interesting to hear the human race’s rhetoric.

At nine o'clock, the old man finally arrived.

The gentleman was wearing a zither, wearing a small jacket and a three-tattooed beard, which really tasted that way. He sat in the middle of the hall, and while playing the zither, he started telling stories, his voice slamming.

Everyone talking in the hall calmed down and listened to him telling the ancients.

The gentleman talks about the old story of the Dragon Kingdom.

The delusion of the officials and kings of the Dragon Kingdom, the bravery and tragic of the military generals and righteous men, were described vividly in his mouth.

When talking about the excitement, the gentleman also pulled the zither as violent as a storm. In conjunction with the rushing music, many people shed tears of emotion as they heard the death of the former general.

Huang Si also thought it was good to listen to, and it was very entertaining. Although he knew all history, he felt different when he asked Mr. to speak the music.

While eating skewers, listening to the ancients, and sighing from the people around him, he couldn't help but sigh and comment. Huang Si felt that the entertainment of this ancient society seemed good, so he could come here often in the future.

...

Song Hong has been staying in the clinic all night.

In the middle of the night, the old doctor couldn't hold on and went to rest. Before leaving, he gave Song Hong some medicine and asked him to let Xiaoqiu drink it.

Xiaoqiu is now unconscious again, and Song Hong still hasn't figured out what's going on with her. However, Xiaoqiu kept gasping for breath, as if she couldn't breathe. Even her body was bleeding outwards, and her hair was falling down in large quantities.

Song Hong boiled the soup, opened Xiaoqiu's mouth, and slowly poured it on her, but Xiaoqiu seemed to be unable to swallow it at all, and the soup was spilled out.

Song Hong was helpless, he hesitated for a while, drank the medicine himself, and then poured it into Xiaoqiu's mouth.

Xiaoqiu was barely given some medicine, but the situation never improved.

He waited until the old doctor woke up and asked him to come over and take a look.

The old doctor checked Xiaoqiu's condition again and shook his head and said that her condition was worse, but he still didn't know what the disease was.

The two of them were waiting until the afternoon. Xiaoqiu's condition was getting worse and worse. She was lying on the bed, panting heavily, but it seemed that she could only vent her breath and no longer inhale.

The old doctor trembled and pinched her pulse, then sat down dejectedly, and said, "Mr. Song, I am true, I can't save Ling Ai..."

Looking at Xiao Qiu's painful appearance, Song Hong couldn't help but clench his fists tightly and pinched his hands and bleed.

"No, she can't die...I don't want her to die..."

Song Hong murmured to himself.

He walked to the bed and picked up Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu's hands and feet were shaking beside his arms, and the dark red blood in his mouth flowed out again, filling him with it...

"Mr. Song, where are you going?"

"Someone...someone can save her, that person... is not an ordinary person, he must be able to do it!"

Song Hong murmured to himself and rushed out of the clinic with Xiaoqiu in his arms.

The sky outside the house was bright. It was the afternoon of the next day after the heavy snow. The snow on the road was cleaned up. Yesterday's heavy snow stopped and the wind stopped. The snow melted a little, which made the weather even colder.

Song Hong carefully hugged Xiaoqiu in his arms, used his light skills, and walked quickly in a way that was as easy as possible without bumping into her. He first came to Zhengqi Tower and asked about Huang Si's residence.

Then, he immediately came to the yard where Huang Si lived.

He knocked on the door and someone opened it. He asked, and learned that Huang Si was not here, so he asked where he went.

"I've heard that Gu went...? Where will I go?"

Song Hong walked in a daze on the street.

Talking about the past, where will it be?

On the fireworks street?

He came to the fireworks street and looked around, but was not there.

Or at a wine shop on the side of the road?

But, neither.

Although dark clouds still surround the head, the snow made the whole city brighter and brighter, even whiter.

Song Hong was anxious. Where did Huang Si go? He had to find this person, he had to find this person!

This man knows Zhou Xia and knows what happened hundreds of years ago. He has a young appearance, but his martial arts are shocking, and he seems to be much taller than Xia...

He is not a human race.

He must be either a god or a demon!

He must have the ability to surpass mortals and can save Xiaoqiu!

As if he had found the last straw, Song Hong strengthened his belief, hugged Xiaoqiu and ran desperately in the city.

Suddenly, he remembered, yes, yesterday, he saw Huang Si having and drinking tea with someone in the teahouse, maybe he was still there.

After turning around, Song Hong returned to the previous teahouse again.

He went straight to the lobby on the first floor and glanced at Huang Si was not here.

Song Hong didn't care about the surprise gaze of everyone in the hall looking at him and the blood-covered Xiaoqiu holding in his arms, and hurriedly walked out again.

Just as he was about to leave the teahouse, a familiar voice rang behind him:

"Song Hong, stop."

Song Hong quickly turned around and looked at the person walking behind him in surprise.

That familiar face is Huang Si! It is him!

He finally found this person!

Song Hong was almost moved to tears. He knelt down in the snow, hugged Xiaoqiu and begged earnestly:

"Mr. Huang, please save Xiaoqiu!"

Huang Si glanced at Xiaoqiu and said lightly: "I called you because of her. But why did you ask me to save her? Isn't she dead?"

Song Hongru was struck by lightning.

His trembling hand stroked Xiaoqiu's wrist, tentatively silenced her pulse.

Xiaoqiu's arms also became a little cold.

...When did it start?

When did Xiaoqiu leave him silently?

Song Hong knelt on the ground, holding Xiao Qiu's body in his arms, and couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.
Chapter completed!