Chapter Twenty-Six: Poetry Fan Conference
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, and beside him was a woman standing in Fangcai, who was still holding the tears on her face in her hands, licking the sugar gourd in her hand and looking at the little girl in front of her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Gu Tianyu and Zhong Yang said in unison: "It's just a gesture." The two of them looked at each other angrily.
The middle-aged man saw that Gu Tianyu was arrogant and unrevealed, and she was able to save her daughter from the horse's hooves at the last moment, it can be seen that this woman is definitely not a thing in the pool. Looking at Zhong Yang in a dark blue brocade robe, low-key and luxurious, Fang Cai's momentum of kicking people and training horses, if it weren't for people who often ride horses and fight, they would never be able to practice this beautiful kung fu, plus he had just signed up for himself, the middle-aged man secretly had a plan in his heart.
"Can you tell me the address below, Hu will come to the door tomorrow to thank you."
Zhong Yang has been afraid of trouble since he was a child, and waved his hand to decline that person's request. Under the pretext that he was still busy, he turned around and left in a dashing manner without waiting for the middle-aged man to stay.
Gu Tianyu was also embarrassed: "Thank you, you don't have to." Then he pretended to be sorry and said his difficulties, "I sneaked out to play without telling my father, so it's inconvenient to reveal my address." Besides, if it were someone else today, he would also come to the rescue, which is not enough to worry about. My brothers and sisters are still waiting, I'll go first, and we'll meet again. ā
"Hey!" The middle-aged man regretfully stayed, but Gu Tianyu still left without looking back. The man was left in place and muttered, "It's a pity." It's a pity. ā
When everyone saw that there was no excitement, they gradually dispersed.
Murong Yanke looked at Gu Tianyu's figure walking back quickly, thoughtful. Although he is a disciple of a high-ranking family, he has also practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he can naturally see that Murong Xianwu's hand that just saved people is by no means comparable to ordinary martial arts women. And the speed of idle dance, I'm afraid even he can't compare. He suddenly felt that the idle dance was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, if there was any surprise in tonight's plan...... When I go back, I must tell my father.
Gu Tianyu thought that her carelessness would arouse Murong Yanke's suspicions, but the situation was critical, and she had absolutely no reason to watch a fresh little life being terminated by a horse's hooves like this. She returned to the two of them casually, and said with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry, I just ......"
"Yan'er, have you picked it?" Murong Yanke didn't seem to hear Gu Tianyu's words, and asked Murong Yan'er.
Murong Yan'er was stunned for a moment, and when she saw her brother winking at her, she realized: "En'en, it's okay." ā
"Then let's go over there and have a look, there seem to be a lot of people there." Murong Yanke took Murong Yan'er away, and found that Murong Xianwu was still staying in place, and asked suspiciously, "Xianwu, let's go!" Still stunned. ā
"Oh! Here it comes! Seeing that Murong Yan Ke acted like she was fine, and didn't ask her what happened just now, Gu Tianyu was puzzled in his heart. Something is more abnormal than a demon! Hum! What demons and monsters, just come, she hasn't been afraid yet. After thinking about it, she chased after her.
"Hey! Don't miss it! When the three members of the Murong family passed by Yue Pinlou, they heard a junior second shouting in front of the door, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the shopkeeper of Yue Pinlou decided to take out five hundred taels of silver as a lottery head, as long as you can guess the mystery of our problem, the five hundred taels can be taken away!" ā
The monthly expenses of an ordinary household in Yongdu are only a dozen taels, and five hundred taels is nothing for the nobles and ministers, but for the common people and scholars, it is a great temptation. After a while, Yue Pinlou was full of people who wanted to try. It's just that Murong Yan'er was very curious and wanted to step forward to take a look, but was pulled away by Murong Yanke. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, such miniature poetry fans will abound, and many businesses will choose to use colorful heads to attract people to guess poetry fans in order to attract customers and expand the popularity of their stores. It's just that generally speaking, the literati or the children of the scholars who guess the riddle are relatively high-minded and disdain to participate, and most of the participants are ordinary people who join in the fun. Therefore, Murong Yanke disdainfully pulled Murong Yan'er away.
"The poetry fan conference is about to start, and I heard that the second son is also interested in attending tonight." The "second son" mentioned by Murong Yan Ke naturally refers to the second prince Huo Mingtai.
Murong Yan'er's face turned red instantly when she heard this, although she was curious about Yue Pinlou's riddle, she couldn't help but want to see Huo Mingtai. So he hurriedly followed. Gu Tianyu fell behind the two of them, glanced back, and found that it was a crowded scene, which was normal. It's just that she doesn't know why, she always feels that something is wrong, but she can't say it.
Due to the large number of pedestrians on the road, the three of them were delayed for a lot of time on the way to the venue of the conference. By the time they arrived, the poetry fan conference had already begun, but the poetry fan conference was mainly based on a point system. The more questions you answer correctly, the higher your points, and the more difficult the questions you do, the higher your points for each question. So even if you miss the first few questions, it doesn't matter much. Murong Yan Ke had already booked a place, so they went late and entered the venue smoothly.
The poetry fan conference in Nanyong Yongdu is a well-known event, so the Nanyong court specially allocated funds to build an arc-shaped open-air venue, which is specially used for the convening of the poetry fan conference. The person who reads the question stands in the center of the arc and reads the question, and the person who answers the question is the first, and the person who says the correct answer the fastest will be given a wooden card for scoring. The wooden card is one point for green, three points for yellow, and the highest is red for five points.
At the beginning, the questions were relatively simple, and many people knew it, so the scene of everyone rushing to answer them looked very lively. The first time Murong Yan'er watched such a game, she had heard people say it in the past, and it was naturally very novel, but her eyes kept falling on Huo Mingtai, who was wearing civilian clothes not far from them, but unfortunately Huo Mingtai just watched the game on the field with great interest, and she didn't give Murong Yan'er a handout.
Gu Tianyu was not very interested in these crepe competitions, so he glanced at the venue boredly. found that the fifth prince Huo Mingkang was also present, and there was a green crown in men's clothes standing next to him! Gu Tianyu frowned, how could the green crown come out with Huo Mingkang? Before Gu Tianyu could think about it, he noticed the abnormal smell in the venue.
Because the venue that was originally rushing to answer in an orderly manner suddenly only two voices were left close together.
"It is suspected to be a Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds; The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked Yan who to eat with. ā
"Month."
"Thousands of shapes are still empty, and the mountains and rivers are rejuvenated. The infinite drought seedlings are exhausted, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. ā
"Cloud."
"Self-pity ends the small figure, and a little heart is not discouraged. When the season comes, the cold flames are fired, and there is a thunder on the heads of 10,000 people. "The person reading the question sped up.
"Firecrackers." The answerer remained calm, and before the reader could say what to guess, he said the answer.
"The plum blossoms in the alpine woods are blooming, and it is really good to be naughty if you don't learn to be naughty, and you can watch the horse race with a thunderstorm, and you are not rich in the mountains." Cold sweat began to break out on the reader's forehead.
"Sika deer." The voice was gentle and confident, with a hint of disdain.
"He beat me and I knew that someone was behind my back. The heart is like a mirror, for the road. ā
"Lanterns."
"Sir often uses a bridge, one side more and one side less, less than more, more than less!"
"Abacus." The respondent does not give anyone else the slightest chance to speak.
"I have a room, half of which I rent with the Wheel King; Sometimes a ray of light is shot, and the evil spirits in the world are not ......"
"Ink fountain." The man seemed dissatisfied with the speed at which the reader read the question, and gave the answer before anyone else could finish reading it.
"When the worm enters the phoenix's nest, there is no bird, and grass grows on the heads of seven people; The drizzle is falling on the Hengshan, half a friend ......"
"Wind and snow." The man interrupted the reader again. The reader stumbled and almost lost his footing.