Great Creator

Chapter 280 Please save her (22)

In order to listen to people talking about ancient times, Huang Si went out early in the morning.

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

After wandering around the city, he realized that he seemed to get up too early. Apart from the shops selling goods, there were no entertainment places open.

Finally, he came to the teahouse again.

The clerks greeted them warmly, and Huang Si asked them when they would be able to tell stories.

After learning that it didn't start until after 9 o'clock in the morning, Huang Si found a good seat in the lobby of the teahouse and sat down.

It was already eight o'clock at this time, and some people had already come to the hall, most of them were well-dressed and rich and idle.

Huang Si sat there, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Lu Cheng has been adding chaos to the team chasing and killing Song Hong, so they never found Song Hong. But in this way, Lu Cheng was basically exposed, and he might be severely punished by King Chang after he went back. Losing an official is a trivial matter, but King Chang can't cut his head off.

Huang Si sighed, Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu were still children, if they regained their memories and knew that their unworthy descendants were causing trouble to their master, they would not know how angry they would be.

As for Guan Ming who went to inquire about the matter yesterday, he only heard a few words from them. It seemed that important matters had already been discussed, and they were just saying "we must capture Song Hong alive as soon as possible", "be sure to ask clearly", "the matter is of great importance" and so on. of.

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

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

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

At nine o'clock, the teacher who talked about ancient times finally came.

This gentleman is carrying a two-stringed violin, wearing a small gown, and has a three-stroke mustache. He really has such a good taste. Sitting in the middle of the hall, he played the piano while telling a story with a melodious voice.

Everyone talking in the hall fell silent, listening to him talk about ancient times.

What the gentleman is talking about is the old story of the Dragon Kingdom.

The stupidity of the officials and kings of the Dragon Kingdom, the heroism of the generals and the martyrs were vividly described in his mouth.

When it came to the excitement, the gentleman played the two-stringed violin violently like a gust of wind and rain, and with the rapid music, many people shed tears of emotion when they heard the death of the former famous general.

Huang Si also thought it sounded good, and it was very entertaining. Although he knew all about the history, it felt different when he told the soundtrack.

Eating skewers, listening to ancient stories, and people around him sighing and commenting, Huang Si felt that the entertainment in this ancient society seemed to be good, and he could come and listen to it often in the future.

...

Song Hong has been guarding the hospital all night.

In the middle of the night, the old doctor couldn't hold on anymore and went to rest by himself. Before leaving, he gave Song Hong some medicine and asked him to boil it for Xiao Qiu to drink.

Xiao Qiu has passed out again now, and Song Hong still hasn't figured out what's going on with her, but Xiao Qiu has been panting non-stop, as if she can't breathe, and even her body is oozing blood. The hair is falling down in large quantities.

Song Hong boiled the soup, opened Xiao Qiu's mouth, and slowly poured it into her, but Xiao Qiu couldn't swallow it at all, and the soup spilled out.

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

Xiaoqiu was force-fed with some medicine, but her condition did not improve.

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

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

The two stayed together until the afternoon, and Xiaoqiu's condition became more and more serious. She was lying on the bed, panting heavily, but it seemed that she could only breathe out, not inhale.

The old doctor pinched her pulse tremblingly, then sat down slumped, and said, "Mr. Song, it's true that old people can't save Ling Ai..."

Seeing Xiaoqiu's painful appearance, Song Hong couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, bleeding from his hands.

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

Song Hong muttered to himself.

He walked to the bed and hugged Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu's hands and feet were dangling by his arms, the crimson dirty blood from his mouth flowed out again and stuck to him. .

"Mr. Song, where are you going?"

"Someone...someone can save her, that person...is not an ordinary person, he will definitely be able to!"

Song Hong muttered to himself, and rushed out of the hospital holding Xiaoqiu.

The sky outside the house was bright, and it was already the next afternoon after the heavy snowfall, and the snow on the road had been swept away. Yesterday's heavy snow stopped, the wind also stopped, and the snow melted a little, which made the weather even colder.

Song Hong hugged Xiaoqiu carefully in his arms, practiced lightness kung fu, and walked quickly in a way that would not jolt her as much as possible. He first came to Zhengqi Building and asked Huang Si where he lived.

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

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

"I heard that the past is gone...? Where will it go?"

Song Hong strode along the street in a daze.

Talking about ancient times, where is the meeting about ancient times?

On Fireworks Street?

He came to Yanhua Street, searched around, but was not there.

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

But, no.

Although the dark clouds still shrouded the top of the head, the snow made the whole city brighter and brighter, even dazzling white.

Song Hong was anxious, where did Huang Si go? He must find this person, must find this person!

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

He is not human.

He must be either a god or a demon!

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

After making seven turns and eight turns, Song Hong returned to the previous teahouse again.

He went straight to the lobby on the first floor, and after a glance, Huang Si was not there.

Song Hong ignored the surprised eyes of everyone in the hall looking at him and the blood-stained Xiao Qiu in his arms, and hurriedly walked out again.

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

"Song Hong, stop."

Song Hong turned around quickly, looking at the person walking behind him in surprise.

That familiar face is Huang Si! It's 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 stopped you because of her. But why do you want me to save her? Isn't she dead?"

Song Hongru was struck by lightning.

He stroked Xiao Qiu's wrist with trembling hands, testing her pulse, but only felt a silence.

Xiaoqiu's arm also became a little cold.

...when did it start.

When did Xiao Qiu leave him without a sound like this?

Song Hong knelt on the ground, holding Xiaoqiu's body in his arms, and couldn't help letting out a long and shrill cry.