Fortunately, Qi Hongyu was still in a coma this night, but he was also very stable, and there were no fever symptoms, Yaxiang also let go of his hanging heart, and the two poets and painters guarded Qi Hongyu for a night, and then the two of Qin and Qi took over them, and they now returned to the room to rest.

However, Yu Qinghong went out in the middle of the night, and if it was bright today, he hadn't come back yet, so it seemed that it was not smooth for him to find those medicinal materials.

Zhang Haomin and his wife also got up early and made breakfast, Yaxiang decided to go to the teahouse of the original Siming Palace after eating, she was always worried about Yun Qing and Ming, and the guards who were sent, why didn't anyone see anyone?

Yaxiang estimated that the fourteen secret guards led by Feng probably didn't come into the city, but the previous Wu and Wen should be in the city, and they didn't know which inn they lived in, so Yaxiang didn't want to go door-to-door to find them.

The teahouse of Siming Palace is on Sifang Street, where is the most prosperous area in the city, everyone is proud to have a shop pù on Sifang Street, not to mention, the teahouse of Siming Palace is three floors up and down, occupying the position of several shops, which may be hated by people.

Sifang Street is two streets away from the Fulin Inn, Yaxiang wears a silver-white brocade dress, dresses up as a rich son, changes her appearance, and goes out of the inn alone, on the way she meets Zhang Haomin is coming back from outside, Yaxiang and he pass by, Zhang Haomin wonders when there is a rich boy in his inn?

Yaxiang smiled at him, and without explaining, the person walked towards the square street, but Zhang Haomin entered the inn with questions and asked his wife Qin, who just pursed his lips and laughed.

"That's Miss Masaka." Half-ringing, the Qin clan couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it really a girl with Yaka?" Zhang Haomin opened his mouth wide in shock, he had only seen Yaxiang last night, how did he become a strange face?

"Really, what did the girl say was that called?" Qin Shi whispered, it was also the first time she had seen a person and become another person, which was also very strange, but knowing that this matter was important, she couldn't let people know.

Zhang Haomin has also heard of the disguise technique, but he didn't expect to finally see the effect of the disguise today, the man dressed up by Yaxiang is really very similar, and the Adam's apple is just like the real thing.

Hongcheng was under martial law, and the lively streets seemed unusually deserted, and from time to time I saw officers and soldiers walking through the streets, obviously searching for something, and the focus was on the pharmacy, asking the shopkeeper of the pharmacy if there were any strangers who came to buy a large number of medicinal materials.

Yaxiang was glad that she had foresight, otherwise, she would have gone directly to the inn to buy those herbs and not be arrested? Although she is not afraid of those servants, she can't stand the large number of them, and she can't afford to have a wheel war, no matter how much internal strength she has.

Yaxiang continued to walk towards Sifang Street, looking at the few pedestrians on the street from time to time, and sighed in her heart, if this continues, Hongcheng's economy may soon lag behind other cities.

Originally, there was no economic recovery after the war, and if this continued, the entire Hongcheng would really be finished.

With mixed feelings, Yaxiang looked at the teahouse of Siming Palace from a distance-Xingyuan Pavilion, but the door was closed, and there were some suspicious people wandering around, so someone must have set up a bureau and wanted to wait for someone in Siming Palace to enter the game, right?

However, if it is her Yaxiang, then let the teahouse continue to operate, wouldn't it be easier to catch the people who threw themselves into the net? Closing the door like this, others have seen it, and they are not careful? Where can this game be played?

"Baked cakes, five-penny baked cakes." Suddenly, an old man's voice came into Yaxiang's ears, which was at the end of the teahouse, coming in the direction of the teahouse.

What is a pancake penny? Although Yaxiang doesn't know the price, but the general baked cake is just one penny, Hongcheng is under martial law during this time, and the price is very expensive, so it has doubled to two wen, how did it turn to five wen?

Five pennies? Qian Wenwu, Qian Bin, isn't that the name Yun Qing uses on weekdays?

Could it be that this old man was sent by Yun Qing to contact his subordinates?

"Uncle, please stay." Masaka hurriedly stepped forward and called out to the old man who was about to leave with his burden.

It was Uncle Wu who sold the baked cakes, he looked back and saw that it was a rich boy who called him, and couldn't help but be disappointed, he had come to this neighborhood to sell baked cakes countless times, but he still didn't meet those secret guards under Yun Qing, and this rich boy couldn't be those secret guards.

"Childe, but you want to buy little old man's baked cakes? Five cents a penny, a lot of money. Although Uncle Wu didn't want to offend the rich boy in front of him, there was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, I'm just asking you about someone." Yaxiang said lightly, although the disappointment in the old man's eyes was only a flash, but it did not escape Yaxiang's eyes.

"Childe, just ask, as long as it's someone around here, there's nothing unfamiliar with the little old man." Uncle Wu suddenly came to his senses, he was born and raised in Hongcheng and was familiar with every street here.

"The surname is Qian, the name is Bin, and the name is Wubin. Can you know the old man? "Actually, Yaxiang is not very hopeful, what if this person sells the baked cakes for five cents a piece? Either way, she wanted to try.

"I don't know." Uncle Wu's eyes flashed, he knew that Qian Bin was Yun Qing's other identity, but why did the son in front of him look for a light envoy? He couldn't trust this person lightly, in case he was sent by a hostile party from the Si Ming Palace to inquire, then it would be dangerous for them to be lightly discouraged.

"Oh, then wrap your baked cake for me, this is fifty taels of silver, no need to look for it."

Yaxiang didn't have any bits and pieces of silver on her, the smallest was fifty taels, Yaxiang always felt that this person should know Qian Bin, that is, Yun Qing, otherwise his eyes wouldn't have flashed just now, but he was very vigilant and didn't want to believe that she was such a stranger, which was also a normal thing.

"Thank you, Childe." Uncle Wu nodded briskly, since someone spent a lot of money to buy his baked cakes, there was no need for him to postpone it, although he didn't find those secret guards in the Siming Palace, it was not bad to earn a sum of silver.

Uncle Wu simply gave Yaxiang the basket of baked cakes, which contained a hundred and ten baked cakes, but even if it was five cents each, it was not worth a few taels of silver, and even if he took his belongings, it was only worth twenty or thirty taels of silver.

"Uncle is not welcome, the old man also helped the kid to inquire, there is a person named Qian Bin nearby, if you hear it, help the kid bring a sentence, just say that there is a fairy scripture in the cloud room, Erya is forced to have no snake, the dance skirt is fragrant and warm golden mud phoenix, and the journey is still in Siming East, and the mountain is because of the blessing as the court, and the flower branches are near the water and the embankment." Masaka pondered for a moment and recited a few verses.

"Okay, little old man will help you inquire about the son, if you hear it, give him these few words, where can he come to you?" Don't look at how many words Uncle Wu doesn't know, but his memory is also excellent, Yaxiang recited it twice, and he remembered it.

"Hehe, as long as you repeat these lines of poetry to him without falling into the ground, he will know where I am." Yaxiang smiled, she was a hidden-head poem, and they could understand it at a glance.

Wu Bohu watched suspiciously as Yaxiang left with a basket of roasted cakes, and the basket of roasted cakes was carried in her hand, as if she was carrying a basket of cotton, and she couldn't feel the weight at all.

This son's internal strength is not simple, Wu Bo looked at Yaxiang who was far away with envy, if he had such kung fu, then he would be able to help them leave Hongcheng lightly.

Uncle Wu sighed and carried the empty burden of baked cakes back to where he lived.