In order to listen to people talk about the ancients, Huang Si went out early in the morning.

He first walked around the city, bought some snacks to carry, and then wandered the streets while eating skewers.

After walking around the city, he realized that he seemed to be up too early, and that there was no place for entertainment other than the shops that sold goods.

Finally, he came to the teahouse again.

The man greeted them warmly, and Huang Si asked them when someone would tell the story.

After learning that it would only start after 9 o'clock in the morning, Huang Si found a good seat in the hall of the teahouse and sat down.

It was already eight o'clock at this time, and there were already some people in the hall, most of them richly dressed, probably rich and idlers.

Huang Si sat there, pondering yesterday's events in his heart.

Lu Cheng has been causing chaos for the team chasing Song Hong, resulting in them never finding Song Hong. It's just that in this way, Lu Cheng is basically exposed, and after he goes back, I'm afraid that he will be severely punished by King Chang, and losing his official position is a trivial matter, but he can't let King Chang cut off his head.

Huang Si sighed, Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu are still children, if they recover their memories and know that their unscrupulous descendants are causing trouble to their masters, I don't know how angry they will become.

As for Guan Ming's past to inquire about the matter yesterday, he only heard a few words from them, and it seemed that important matters had been discussed, and he was just saying "to capture Song Hong alive as soon as possible", "be sure to ask clearly", "the matter is very important" and so on.

There are also many dependents on the side of Changcheng, the capital of Changguo, but unfortunately there are none of the people brought by King Chang this time.

At present, I don't know the purpose of King Chang's arrest of Song Hong, and I don't know why the king of a country has to come over.

The people around were chatting, and Huang Si listened to it by the way, it was all kinds of gossip in the city, and it was quite interesting to listen to the nonsense of the human race.

At nine o'clock, Mr. Talker finally came.

This gentleman wears a two-stringed instrument, wears a small coat, and has three moustaches, and he really smells like that. He sat in the middle of the hall, playing the piano and telling the story, his voice muffled.

The people in the hall fell silent and listened to him talk about the past.

The gentleman is talking about the old things of the Dragon Kingdom.

The stupidity of the officials and kings of the dragon kingdom, the bravery and tragedy of the generals and righteous soldiers, were described vividly in his mouth.

Speaking of excitement, Mr. Na also played the two-stringed piano fiercely like a storm, with the rapid music, listening to the death of the former famous general, many people shed tears of emotion.

Huang Si also thinks it's good to listen to, it's very entertaining, although he knows the history, but let Mr. tell the soundtrack, it feels different.

Eating skewers, listening to the ancient talks, and the long sighs of the people around him, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Huang Si felt that the entertainment of this ancient society seemed to be good, and he could often come and listen to it in the future.

……

Song Hong had been keeping watch in the hospital all night.

In the middle of the night, the old doctor couldn't hold it anymore and had already gone straight to rest, and before leaving, he gave some medicine to Song Hong, so that he could boil it for Xiaoqiu to drink.

Xiaoqiu is now in a coma again, Song Hong still hasn't figured out what is going on with her, it's just that Xiaoqiu has been panting constantly, as if she can't breathe, and even, her body is oozing blood, and her hair is falling down a lot.

Song Hong boiled the decoction, broke Xiaoqiu's mouth, and slowly poured it into her, but Xiaoqiu seemed to be completely unable to swallow, and the soup spilled out.

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

Xiaoqiu was reluctantly poured some medicine, but the situation never improved.

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

The old doctor checked Xiaoqiu's condition again, shook his head and said that her condition was worse, but it was still unclear what the disease was.

The two stayed until the afternoon, Xiaoqiu's condition was getting worse and worse, she was lying on the bed, panting heavily, but it seemed that there was only breath out, not breath.

The old doctor pinched her pulse tremblingly, then sat down and said, "Mr. Song, the old decay is real, and you can't save Ling Ai......"

Song Hong looked at Xiaoqiu's painful appearance, and couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, pinching his hands with blood.

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

Song Hong muttered to himself.

He walked to the bed and picked up Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu's hands and feet shook around his arms, and the crimson blood in his mouth flowed out again, sticking to him.

"Mr. Song, where are you going?"

"Someone...... Someone can save her, that person...... Not an ordinary person, he must be able to! ”

Song Hong muttered to himself and rushed out of the hospital with Xiaoqiu in his arms.

Outside, the sky was bright, and the snow was cleared from the road the next afternoon after the heavy snowfall. Yesterday's heavy snow stopped, the wind stopped, and the snow melted somewhat, which made the weather even colder.

Song Hong carefully held Xiaoqiu in his arms, carried the light gong, and walked quickly in a way that did not bump her as much as possible. He came to Zhengqi Building first and asked Huang Si where he lived.

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

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

"Listen to the ancient ......? Where does that go? ”

Song Hong strode down the street blankly.

Talking about the ancients, where will the ancient talk be?

Fireworks on the street?

He came to Fireworks Street, looked around, and was not there.

Or at a roadside liquor store?

But no.

Although the dark clouds still hung overhead, the snow made the whole city brighter and brighter, even white.

Song Hong was anxious, where did Huang Si go? He had to find this man, he had to find this man!

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

He's not a Terran.

He must be either a god or a demon!

He must have the ability to surpass mortals, and he 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 that yes, yesterday, he saw Huang Si eating and drinking tea with people in the teahouse, maybe he was still there.

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

He went straight to the hall on the first floor, and his eyes swept away, Huang Si was not here.

Song Hong didn't care about the surprised eyes of everyone in the hall looking at him and Xiao Qiu, who was covered in blood in his arms, and hurriedly walked out again.

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

"Song Hong, you stop."

Song Hong hurriedly turned around and looked at the people walking behind him in surprise.

That familiar face is Huang Si! It's him!

He's finally found this guy!

Song Hong was almost moved to tears, he knelt down directly in the snow, hugged Xiaoqiu, and pleaded earnestly:

"Mr. Huang, please save Xiaoqiu!"

Huang Si glanced at Xiaoqiu and said lightly: "I stopped you because of her." But why do you want me to save her? Isn't she already dead? ”

Song Hongru was struck by lightning.

His trembling hand touched Xiaoqiu's wrist, testing her pulse, but only felt a silence.

Xiaoqiu's arms also became a little colder.

…… It was when it started.

When did Xiaoqiu leave him silently?

Song Hong knelt on the ground, holding Xiaoqiu's body in his arms, and couldn't help but let out a terrible howl.