"Are you serious?" Meng Zhao grabbed the shopkeeper's arm excitedly: "Shopkeeper, please tell me quickly, where did the girl go?"

"Don't worry, sir. It's been a long time. Let me think about it carefully."

The shopkeeper thought for a while, walked out of the inn, pointed to an arch bridge not far ahead and said: "Walk across this arch bridge and turn left. She seems to have left the town and gone south."

"Thank you, shopkeeper!"

Meng Zhao clasped his fists, turned around, untied the horse tied under the big tree outside the inn, jumped on it immediately, whipped the horse's butt, and ran out in the dim night.

When the shopkeeper saw Meng Zhao running away, he shouted at his back: "Sir, you just paid the money, aren't you going to stay in the store?"

Meng Zhao's reply came in the dim night: "No, the money is my reward. Thank you for telling me the news. I can't wait to find her."

Meng Zhao searched for two and a half months and finally found some accurate news about Qingying.

He was very excited at the moment and couldn't suppress his restless heart. He wanted to see her immediately.

Meng Zhao ran in the direction pointed by the shopkeeper, drove over the arch bridge, turned left, left the town, and headed south.

He walked and asked all the way, and finally found the town where Qingying was half a month later.

The name of this town is Fushui Town. It is located in the southern border. Even in winter, the climate is as warm as spring.

The people here wore thin spring clothes. Jackets were not popular in winter. Some strong men felt hot and still wore summer clothes with bare arms.

As Meng Zhao traveled south, he wore fewer and fewer clothes. Now he only had a crescent-white spring long gown on him.

Meng Zhao asked a woman selling cloth on the street, pointing to his shoulder and saying, "Auntie, have you ever seen a tall, fair-skinned, beautiful girl like this, an old couple, and a boy of six or seven years old driving a carriage here?"

The woman thought for a moment, clapped her hands, and said, "Hey, aren't you talking about Madam Qing's family?"

"Madam Qing?" Meng Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard the surname "Qing", and he said excitedly, "Qingying, is her name Qingying?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, yes, Madam Qing is Qingying."

"Do you know where Madam Qing is now?"

The old lady pointed to the west end of the long street and said, "It's just in front. Madam Qing sells cakes on the street. Her business is very good. Everyone who passes by her stall will buy a box. The cakes are soft and sticky, and the fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth. People want to go back and buy another box after eating them."

The old lady glanced at the sky and said, "Hey, it's already 3 p.m., and the sun is setting. Madam Qing's business is very good. You should go quickly. If you go too late, she may have to close the stall."

"Thank you, madam." Meng Zhao bowed and thanked her, and immediately walked in the direction the old lady pointed.

He walked through the bustling crowd and walked to the west end of the long street. When he raised his eyes, he saw the beautiful girl sitting on the bench of the cake stall.

Meng Zhao raised the corners of his lips, and his handsome face was full of joy that he could not hide.

"Qing..." He walked over and was about to call Aoying, but he just took two steps and suddenly froze in place.

Because, at this time, a tall man wearing coarse linen clothes was walking towards Aoying.

He walked to the pastry stand with a roast chicken in his hand, handed the roast chicken to Aoying, and said with a silly smile: "Sakura, this is the roast chicken I bought with the extra change after selling the prey. I'll add a dish tonight to supplement the baby in your belly."

Aoying stood up, revealing her lower body that was covered by the pastry stand when she was sitting. Under the thin spring shirt, you can clearly see her bulging belly, a round ball, like a body that is about three months pregnant.

Meng Zhao stared at her bulging belly in astonishment. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that he couldn't lift them up and couldn't even take a step.

Qingying took the roast chicken, sniffed it through the oil paper, and smiled: "Thank you, brother Heng, it smells so good, it makes me drool."

Lin Heng glanced at the cake stall and asked: "Mrs. Ying, have you finished selling the cakes? I'll pack up the stall and take you home."

"Yes, I'm done." Qingying nodded.