While watching the fireworks set off outside, Song Si was drinking tea and waiting.

When I first watched the performance of the singer and dancer, I was immersed in my graceful figure and beautiful singing voice, but after watching it too much, it was just that, far less interesting than lanterns and fireworks.

The fire medicine in this era has been very developed, but no weapon system has been formed.

The reason is that the craftsmen are not doing their jobs. Like the ancients in Song Si's previous life, they concentrate on studying alchemy and discarding fire and medicine as if they are walking.

Instead, the power of demons and evil spirits in this world is so powerful that it is terrible that it makes people desperate.

Song Si sat in the seat by the window, looking at the fireworks outside the window, and felt bored for a moment.

"Young Master, the boat will be closed after half a stick of incense."

A beautiful little maid who looks cute and well-behaved and cute, walked over and said.

"So fast!"

When Song Si heard the maid's words, he was stunned for a moment, took out two ingots of silver and stuffed them into her hand.

"Thank you, young master!"

"Oh, by the way, have you seen the one with me? She is a big, three-tongue, fierce and terrifying person, and a beard."

"I saw that young man go out before, but I don't know later."

The little maid replied pretty.

"Well, then you go down!"

Song Si waved his hand and continued to sit by the window in a daze.

The half-incense stick passed quickly, and until the pleasure boat closed, all the merchants and young men left without seeing Xu Feng.

"Can it fall into the river?"

Song thought about it and immediately threw his thoughts aside.

Unless you die of drunkenness, it is absolutely impossible for Xu Feng to fall into the water with his skills.

"Maybe I'll go back first."

Song Si comforted himself, but he didn't know what was going on, and there was always a sense of badness lingering in his heart.

The body of Roba has never been found. After so long, the possibility of living is basically zero.

Recently, Bianzhou Prefecture has not been peaceful. I hope Xu Feng is fine.

Sighing silently, Song Si turned around and walked towards the inn.

The bright moon sets in the west, the sun rises in the east, and the time of night passes soon.

Before Song Si could go to the place where Xu Feng lived, Zhao Yun actually came to him first.

"What did you say? Brother Xu has been missing for more than five days?"

Song Si stood up, his face disbelief.

The Flower Boat Festival is a grand festival, equivalent to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the previous life.

Therefore, some families with families and those who are relatively close to each other went home one after another. Those who are too far away from home like Song Si or those who are free from worry, stayed in Bianzhou Prefecture.

Zhao Yun had gone home three days ago, but the government came to him before he could even sit on the hot side. After asking, he found out that Xu Feng had been missing for some time.

"No, I drank with him last night in Qingyufang!"

Song Si murmured, feeling incredible.

Zhao Yun came back during the Flower Boat Festival and would definitely not be aimless, but if what he said was true, then who was drinking with him last night?

"Wait! Qingmofang! Qingmofang!"

Thinking of what happened last night, Song Si's eyes narrowed and he immediately discovered the key point.

If Xu Xi had been missing for more than five days, then no one would know if he came back. But now, no one, including the Bianzhou government, has received news of his appearance.

In this way, last night's speech and behavior are worth pondering.

"If I'm not mistaken, ninety percent has something to do with this Qingmo Boat!"

Song Si already had a scheming in his heart.

"Shaoyang, can you find clues?"

Seeing Song Si's appearance in meditation, Zhao Yun asked.

"Brother Zhao, have you heard of Qingmo Fang? It's on the canal of Bianzhou Prefecture."

"Qingmofang? I only know Qingyufang, but Qingmofang has never heard of it."

Zhao Yun shook his head.

"Yesterday I drank with Brother Xu, and he told me about Qing Mofang!"

"Wait, you said Brother Xu was drinking with you yesterday, are you sure it was Brother Xu?"

Zhao Yun interrupted Song Si and said.

“I can be sure.”

Song Si told Zhao Yun about what happened last night, and the words about Qing Mofang were lost in a word.

"Oh, I didn't expect that such a thing would happen."

Zhao Yun sighed, and a tangled look appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Song Si immediately understood what was going on.

Needless to say, Qingmofang is a place. You can know that it will be full of dangers when you use your heels, and you may lose your life inside if you don’t get it right.

Unlike the careless and lonely old bachelor, Zhao Yun's parents are alive, so naturally they cannot easily take risks.

But he and Xu Qi are old friends for many years after all. If they don’t care about it, they will not be able to say anything about their conscience or morality. So, Zhao Yun fell into a dilemma, whether they go or not.

"Qing Mofang's affairs are too strange, we need to make a long-term plan. Brother Xu has been missing for so many days, so it is probably already very bad."

Song Si comforted Zhao Yun, "Wait a few more days, if there is no news yet, let's go to Qingmofang for a walk."

"That's all."

The two of them exchanged greetings for a while, and Song Si made an excuse to send him away.

"It's a turbulent time!"

Looking at Zhao Yun's worrying back, Song Si sighed, feeling that this time it was a lot of trouble.

Xu Qi was missing for so long, and most of them were dead. But he actually came back to drink with Song Si, and "inadvertently" revealed Qing Mofang's affairs, which obviously had some plans.

Song Si plans to go to the government office to see if he can find useful information.

After the hustle and bustle of last night, the streets became much deserted during the day.

Several early vendors were listless, and the passers-by looked weak.

When Song Si passed by the downtown entrance, he subconsciously stopped.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but he really discovered that he was an old acquaintance.

The fortune teller who cursed him to die within three days sat openly on the street, with a flag fluttering in the wind.

"The green and white rain falls into the yellow spring, and the dark water and dark clouds rise to the sky. Life and death are all destined, and people are nicknamed living immortals. As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the Taoist words, you will suffer a loss in front of you. I don't know how many people die because you don't listen to the advice, and I don't know how many people change their destiny because of the old Taoist words. From then on, they will become prosperous and unparalleled in wealth. I hope you think carefully and don't mislead yourself!"

The fortune teller stroked his beard, half an exhortation and half a threat.

The scholar in front of him looked melancholy and was stunned by the intimidation. Coupled with the faint threatening words, he suddenly became entangled in his heart.

"Our money is only enough to register for the Academy of Literature and the next courses. Even if the cost of living is too much, there is no extra money for these wise men."

The Shutong next to him shook his head, it was obvious that the two of them were not rich.

"That's right! Thank you for your kindness, the two of you don't believe in the so-called fate."

The scholar bowed to the fortune teller and refused the Taoist priest's "kindness" firmly and politely.

"The old Taoist tells you fortune-telling not for your little money, but because you want to pull you when you are in a disaster. I didn't expect that you, a scholar, would be ungrateful and let down the old Taoist's wishes."
Chapter completed!