After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Yuan Qi was not in a hurry at all. He was very interested in asking the waiter at the restaurant what delicious food was delicious and where was the fun place. He was completely here to have fun.

Qian Jin and Mrs. Qian saw it in their eyes and felt anxious in their hearts, but they couldn't say anything. After all, they had something to ask for.

Especially Qian Jin, who has been immersed in official circles for many years, but cannot calm down at all when facing his own affairs.

When the dishes arrived, Yuan Qi tasted every dish and even recommended it to Mrs. Qian Jinqian.

Neither of them was in the mood to eat, but they had to accompany Yuan Qi to fool around.

While having lunch, Qian Jin's servants had already found a boatman, and the group boarded two boats and headed northeast of Yangzhou together.

The city of Yangzhou is not small, and the river in the city is not big and the speed is not fast. When they reach the northeast, Yuan Qi asked the boatman to dock and a group of people got ashore.

Qian Jin asked eagerly: "Little Taoist Priest, is it possible to figure out whose home my son lives now?"

Yuan Qi looked at him dissatisfied and glanced at him: "I am a Taoist priest, not an immortal. How could I find it so quickly? It's good to look in the right direction."

Qian Jin was helpless: "Little Taoist Priest, can we find it?"

Yuan Qi patiently comforted him: "Master Qian, we are all here, why are you panicking? You have been an official for many years, don't you understand that things are done piece by piece?"

Qian Jin's face turned red: "Of course I know it's my turn, so why are you excited? Don't be offended, Taoist Priest, I won't rush you."

After landing on the shore, Yuan Qi looked around and sighed: "The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is really good. The air is much humid than in Kyoto, and my skin doesn't feel dry anymore."

Mrs. Qian was speechless for a while. It was not her family's business, but she was just not in a hurry.

Yuan Qi saw people coming and going in a teahouse and said, "This teahouse looks good. Let's go in and have tea."

Qian Jin did what he said. He went into the teahouse and asked for the best Biluochun. Sure enough, he stopped urging and even introduced Yuan Qi to Yuan Qi about the fragrance of Biluochun tea.

When Yuan Qi saw that Qian Jin and Mrs. Qian had completely calmed down, he called Liang Wu, the capable young man brought by Qian Jin, with his fingers: "Go and find out who has an adopted son or adopted son in this area. Go there with great fanfare. Especially ask who went to Kyoto five years ago and brought back a child."

Liang Wu glanced at Qian Jin, who waved his hand: "Follow the Taoist Master's instructions and send two more people. The bigger the formation, the better."

Liang Wu solemnly agreed. He had also seen the little girl's abilities along the way, and he was sincerely convinced by Yuan Qi.

Qian Jin knew that their clothes were very different from the locals in Yangzhou, and their accents were also different. They looked like outsiders at first glance. When outsiders inquired about local people, the locals would usually subconsciously protect the information of the person being inquired about.

Maybe someone will tip off the information, so maybe the person they are looking for will come to their door.

Although the Taoist priest is young, he is very thoughtful. Qian Jin admires Yuan Qi very much.

But Mrs. Qian didn't think so much. She only knew that the little Taoist priest finally started to take action and finally started to help her find her son.

Liang Wu looked ordinary, wearing a black shorts and a sword hanging on his side. He sent two people to the street to find vendors to inquire. He himself stayed in the teahouse to inquire with the waiter and spent some money.

The waiter at the teahouse saw that Liang Wu was a foreigner and replied very politely: "There are some people who have adopted sons or adopted sons, but I don't know about anyone who has been to Kyoto five years ago. Your Majesty, you should ask someone else. "

Liang Wu thanked him politely, went out and asked around on the street. He paid attention to the waiter just now. Sure enough, the waiter was standing at the door and secretly staring at him.

Not long after, the waiter took off his apron, handed the towel on his shoulders to the other waiter, and headed west.

Liang Wu continued to inquire with the vendors as if nothing had happened. Some of the vendors on the street didn't know, and some didn't want to meddle in their own business.

However, there are also enthusiastic people. A young meat vendor told Liang Wu: "There really is such a person. There is a salt merchant named Dai Zhan'an who has a twelve-year-old adopted son who works as a book boy for his own son for five years. I happened to have been to Kyoto before, and that adopted son was brought back from Kyoto."

Liang Wu regained his energy and continued to inquire with a smile: "How is the family situation of that generation Zhan'an? Are you good to your adopted son?"

The young hawker chuckled and chatted with Liang Wu with great interest: "That generation of Zhan'an had a lot of wealth and a very prosperous family. The adopted son he brought back from Kyoto was very good at studying, so he still treated the adopted son very well. Not bad. I just wanted to let him study with his own son, just in case his son one day succeeds in studying and becomes an official and changes his career. But his son is a loser and is not good at studying. He will read all the books in the dog's belly. He sneaks out whenever he can, we all know each other in this area."

At this time, a woman came to buy meat, and the young vendor greeted the woman.

Liang Wu quietly placed a piece of broken silver on the meat table, turned around and left, heading in the direction pointed by the young hawker to inquire about Dai's family.

In the teahouse, Yuan Qi politely picked up a piece of dried peach and put it in his mouth. He also invited Qian Jin and Mrs. Qian to try it: "Come here, let's all try it. This dried peach tastes good, and there are also dried apricots. Did you see it? It’s all covered in frost.”

She unceremoniously stuffed a piece of dried apricot into Mrs. Qian's hand and introduced: "This Yangzhou dried apricot has a thousand-year production history, and the craftsmanship is very mature. If you don't try it, you will lose money."

Qian Jin also persuaded his wife: "Eat something. Liang Wu sent someone to inquire. I believe there will be results soon. Let's do what the little Taoist said."

Mrs. Qian sighed, stuffed the dried apricots in her mouth into her mouth, and tasted a little sweetness. Although her eyes were not very good, she kept looking at the stairs.

Yuan Qi put the peeled chestnuts into her hand again: "Eat more. Someone will come to us later, and we don't have time to eat."

Mrs. Qian perked up as soon as she heard this: "Will my son come?"

Yuan Qi shook his head: "It's not that fast. I'm looking for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man went upstairs, accompanied by a waiter from the teahouse.

The waiter pointed at Qian Jin: "Master Dai, these are the people who are asking about you."

Dai Zhanan was followed by two people who looked like guards. One of the guards generously gave the waiter a large silver ingot.

The waiter put it in his mouth and bit it, feeling happy.

Dai Zhanan went straight to the table next to Qian Jin, sat down calmly, and asked the waiter for a pot of Longjing.

Qian Jin has been immersed in official circles for many years and has met countless people. At first glance, it seems that this person is not an easy person to talk to. Although he is the Marquis of Shouchang, this is not in Kyoto, and his status is not easy to use.

The other party obviously had no intention of talking to him, but wanted to observe him.

Yuan Qi stood up and walked to Dai Zhanan: "Does this donor tell fortunes? One hundred taels of silver per fortune."