155. Tired of being alive?
It took a while for the old man to come out from behind the scenes, announcing who won and who lost, who went and who stayed.
After the announcement, he looked at the remaining people with satisfaction.
Walking to the front, he stroked his gray beard and said kindly, "Please ask this girl to announce her answer." β
took a sip of tea,
"Question 1,
There are lights without a moon and no entertainment, and a month without lights is not spring.
When spring arrives, people in the world are like jade, and the lamp burns the moon and the moon is like silver.
The street is full of pearls and green village girls, and the god of the Shengge Race Society is boiling.
If you don't show Fangzun to laugh, how can you get this good day. β
"Question 2,
The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.
The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.
Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive;
Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.
The leaves are desolate, and the white dew is not dawning.
The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.
Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and tasted;
Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over,
The so-called Yi people are in the water.
Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right;
Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. β
Everyone looked at the woman in front of them, beautiful, beautiful not like a person, a pair of eyes were as clear as crystals soaked in water, but the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and they looked charming. It's like an endorsement.
Ke'er secretly thought in her heart, although the ink in her belly was a sneak attack, it was still useful at a critical time, and it was more than enough to deal with you ancients.
After hearing Ke'er's poem, those who know poetry nodded secretly and praised it secretly, good poetry.
The man in white looked at Ke'er unconsciously, and wanted him to explore with interest. A few people below saw that the man in white was staring at Ke'er intently, and the cold air was growing upward.
"Good poetry, haha, really good poetry. The girl is really, outstanding, and beautiful. The old man praised in seconds.
"Thanks, old man. You're not bad, you're really, outstanding. β
"Haha, interesting, interesting." The old man stroked the white beard and said.
"Old man, let's start the next one!" Then he rolled his eyes and said to the old man.
"Yes, yes, let's start the next one, look at you girl in a hurry." is full of spoiling, treating Keer like his granddaughter.
The old man waved his hand, and with internal force, waved down, and the prologue, on the white brocade, was written in black letters.
'Anagram: Typing a word in a comprehensive store. Everyone thought about it for a long time, Ke'er sat on the side, looking at everyone, with a strange expression on his face, or the man in white was more calm, sitting calmly, as if looking at everyone with confidence.
"-Trouble" The gentle voice mixed with coldness sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look at the old man.
The old man nodded and said, "The answer is correct." β
With a wave of his sleeve, "Second question." "'Big and small, type.'"
As soon as Ke'er saw the question and thought of the riddle, he heard a beautiful voice coming, "The riddle: the lamp"
"Congratulations to this son, the riddle is correct." The old man stroked his beard, and it seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
Grandma's dare to rob, Miss Ben's question, are you tired of it? The cold breath came, and the eyes were like swords, sharp as knives. looked fiercely at the man in front of him.
Look at the third, white banner, 'People are in the clouds, guess a word.' β
"Yesβ" Ke'er was just about to speak, but he was preempted, and the atmosphere was furious.
Everyone was talking below, "Isn't the sum of the three mysteries a lantern festival?" It's just Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·"