Hua Fushu said, "I'm not familiar with him, why are you talking so much?"

Ye Zelin said: "Nothing."

Hua Fushu no longer paid attention to Ye Zelin. Ye Zelin gave Si De a wink, and Si De understood and nodded slightly.

Si De walked up to Hua Fushu and said, "Young lady, let me tell you about the origin of the Shangsi Festival and the customs of closing the city on this day."

"Shangsi Festival..."

The four virtues are heard endlessly.

Hua Fushu was too lazy to listen to his nagging and walked ahead with Sanqiao in tow.

Ye Zelin was behind them, deliberately slowing down his pace. He waited until Hua Fushu was far away from him before turning around and walking away into another alley.

Ye Zelin went to the Xianhua Club. Before that, Nie Huaixin passed by him and whispered the words "Xianhua Club" to him. He thought that there might be something urgent.

Xianhua Club is a famous Qinlou and Chuguan in the closed city. There have always been many people coming and going. There is no curfew in the Song Dynasty, so there are more people coming and going today than usual. Ye Zelin finally squeezed up to the second floor and went to Liu Feixu's bedroom.

Liu Feixu is beautiful, wearing a silver-red cross-collar skirt, and holding a bamboo-handled willow-branch palace fan in her delicate hands that does not match her clothes. Her face is as bright as a lotus, and her slanted eyes are full of brilliance, which makes people forget the world.

She and Ye Zelin have known each other for several years and are close friends and confidants.

Seeing him coming, Liu Feixu stood up and greeted him to sit down. She also made him a cup of tea and asked, "Did Huaixin tell you?"

Ye Zelin said, "I was just visiting the Lantern Festival with my wife and happened to run into Brother Huaixin, so I came over."

Liu Feixu asked curiously, "You left your young lady to come to me, aren't you afraid that she'll be angry?"

Ye Zelin smiled and said, "My little lady loves to be lively and has no time for me. Besides, I feel relieved that Si De is with her. Besides, business is more important."

Liu Feixu stood up, went to the desk, wrote an address, and handed it to Ye Zelin. There were only six words on the paper, "Luoyang Xueao Villa?"

Liu Feixu deliberately lowered her voice. "The news just arrived says that the descendants of Meihua have been living in seclusion in Luoyang since the time of His Majesty Taizu. But strangely, more than 20 years ago, the people from Xueao Villa disappeared overnight, and there has been no news since."

Ye Zelin said, "You mean to go to the former residence of the descendants of the plum blossom in Luoyang and take a look. Maybe there will be some news."

Liu Feixu said yes, and then she said, "Perhaps the sudden disappearance of the descendants of Meihua is related to the treasure. There are many people who are eyeing this treasure. If we find out why the descendants of Meihua suddenly disappeared, we might be able to find out where the treasure is hidden."

Ye Zelin said, "This is not a single idea. His Majesty once said that to obtain the treasure, one must obtain the Plum Blossom Order to open the underground palace. To find the Plum Blossom Order, one must first find the descendants of the Plum Blossom. After going to Wuyin, I will go to Luoyang."

Liu Feixu said, "That's great."

Ye Zelin had just left when Hua Fushu turned around and found that he was gone.

Si De pretended to be surprised, "Where's the young master? Why didn't you follow us?"

Hua Fushu was quite disappointed and complained to Ye Zelin, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted your young master."

Side said: "Perhaps the young master had something urgent to do and left without even saying goodbye to us."

Hua Fushu seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled, "Isn't it just an urgent matter? Well done, well done."

Sanqiao and Side were completely confused, neither of them understood what Hua Fushu meant.

However, Si De was not interested in asking, San Qiao did not ask, and Hua Fushu did not specify.

There were crowds of people in the front, and it was very lively. Hua Fushu pulled Sanqiao into the crowd. When they reached the front, they realized that this was a party for guessing riddles.

Side didn't join in the fun. He sat down at a stall not far away and ordered a big bowl of wontons.

Colorful lanterns were hung on a tall wooden rack, with riddles tied to the lantern strings. Hua Fushu took a riddle from the nearest lantern and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall owner was a man in his sixties, wearing a dark blue cloth shirt with a patch on the left sleeve, and looked very energetic.

The old man read out the riddle: "From a distance, the mountains are colorful; from close, the water is silent. Spring is gone, but the flowers remain; people come, but the birds are not startled."

He said to Hua Fushu, "Miss, this is a poem. Guess the title of the poem from this riddle."

Hua Fushu was in a dilemma. She had not read as many poems as Sanqiao, but she still pretended to think.

Finally, it was Sanqiao who whispered the answer in her ear. She replied, "Mountains from a distance are blurry, but the first line of this poem says they have color. Water flowing nearby should have sound, but it says it's silent. The distant mountains have color, the nearby water is silent. This should be the scene in a painting. Spring fades, but the flowers remain. The flowers that bloom in spring wither as spring passes. Only the flowers in a painting endure the passage of seasons. Birds, startled when people approach, naturally fly away. However, the birds in this poem remain unstartled and don't fly away. The poem contains subtle mysteries, and it resonates with the characteristics of a painting. Therefore, the poem should be titled 'Painting'."

Hua Fushu looked at the old man and said, "Old man, is my answer right?"

The old man said, "You are very clever, young lady. The answer to this riddle is indeed 'painting'."

He pointed to the flowers and plants on the eight-immortals table beside him and said, "These orchids were planted by me personally. You can choose any one you like."

Hua Fushu was very interested in the riddle, so Sanqiao paid some silver coins and Hua Fushu chose another riddle. The old man read it out again, but the riddle was very difficult and no one could guess the answer after a long time. Finally, the old man told the answer himself.

Hua Fushu was unwilling to give up, so he bought another riddle. The old man read it to him: "Read a poem or lyric that contains the names of at least five medicinal herbs."

"Girl, please."

Hua Fushu blurted out, "Duhuo has been away from home for nine autumns, while Dipsacus root has just returned. I know my mother is getting old and lovesickness, while myrrh can cure all gray hair. The six medicinal names are Duhuo, Dipsacus root, Anemarrhena root, Lovesickness, Myrrh, and Pulsatilla."

"Not bad."

A man walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a dark purple coarse cloth robe and a mask. Only a pair of deep eyes were visible, and his whole body had an extraordinary aura.

The man said to the old man, "My dear, this young lady reads well. I have a poem that contains more medicinal names than the one she read."

The old man said, "Young Master wants to compete with this girl."

The man said, "That's exactly what I meant."

"Let's compete, who's afraid of who!" Hua Fushu agreed without hesitation.

The man recited: "The morning breeze stirs the spring grass, the setting sun shines on the horizontal pond. Chongtai, the playboy and his concubine, are alone and sad at dusk. The candlelight shines on the quilt of the acacia tree, the curtains waft with the fragrance of frankincense. Graphite is used to write poems, lead is used as makeup. In vain, I cherish the daylilies, which spread all over the empty room. Spring grass is rock spring grass, Hengtang is a homophone for scopolamine, Chongtai is another name for Chonglou, dusk and spreading are both other names for Wangsun, and lead is another name for lead powder. This poem contains the names of eight medicinal herbs: rock spring grass, scopolamine, Chonglou, Wangsun, acacia tree, frankincense, lead powder, and daylily."

Hua Fushu glared at him: "Don't be so complacent!"

She stroked her chin and after a moment she continued, "My longing for you is so deep that even words written on white paper cannot express it. Every word is bittersweet, so I want you to read it. I clearly remember the promise to meet you with Angelica, traveling far away until the cherries are ripe. Why haven't you returned home yet when the chrysanthemums bloom? There are ten medicinal herbs in this poem: acacia seeds, coix seeds, angelica root, perilla, sophora flavescens, wolfsbane, Angelica sinensis, Polygala tenuifolia, chrysanthemum, and fennel."