As soon as the figure on the Baihua Tower appeared, the inside and outside of the building immediately boiled, and the woman with the lantern swept the excited crowd below her eyes very coldly, and waited until the noise gradually subsided, and then she lifted the small lantern in her hand, and then handed it out of the attic fence.

Everyone looked at the small lantern handed out with bated breath, and with the flick of the wrist of the woman who picked up the lamp, a white juan hung down on the small lantern, and when the wind blew, two large characters in the white juan were clearly exposed.

"Life and death?"

Wang Shen looked at the two words on the white silk and showed surprise, while the people around him had different expressions, some frowned and pondered, some laughed at themselves and laughed bitterly, and some beat their hands and feet, of course, there were many people who looked at the two words on the silk and were complacent.

And in the hall on the first floor of the Baihua Building, which was quiet, a middle-aged fat man in fancy clothes suddenly stood up, and I saw him kick a big wooden box he brought with him to the ground and then leave the table with his sleeves. When others looked closely, they found that a bunch of delicate food boxes had fallen out of the overturned wooden box, and a large number of dazzling snacks and pastries in the food boxes rolled out and scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, everyone immediately burst into laughter, but there are not a few people who are in the general practice of this middle-aged businessman, and when they saw that Li Xiangjun's question this time had nothing to do with pastries, they were suddenly deflated and listless.

Except for the person who looked helpless at the word "life and death", some of the rest of the people had already begun to come to the pen and paper to bury their heads in the book, and the boy next to Wang Shen had already wrinkled his brows and thought for a long time before writing a line and handing it to the people in Baihualou.

"This brother, why don't you try?"

The relieved Brother Gongzi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead after writing, and then looked at Wang Shen on the side, Wang Shen didn't have too many thoughts at first, just watched a group of people scratching their ears and cheeks over there, but seeing that Brother Gongzi handed over all the used paper and pen, he took it after a little thought.

The paper and pen are all prepared by Baihualou, and there are several simple bookcases on the side, for the word "life and death", in Wang Shen's eyes, it is ordinary, but he is not like the group of literati around him, who can quote scriptures and write hard to write thousands of words, anyway, it is also for fun, so he picked up the pen and drew a few strokes on the paper casually and handed it over.

Seeing that Wang Shen was acting so hastily, the boy patted him on the shoulder and said with a wry smile: "This Miss Li's question has always been unexpected, brother, you don't have to take it to heart." Hey, we're both the same people at the end of the world......"

Wang Shen smiled, not knowing how to answer for a while.

After about half an hour, those who were willing to answer the questions in the room handed in their answers, and finally the woman with the lantern in the attic saw that no one had answered the question again, so she nodded to everyone and took back the lantern and white silk.

Everyone is nervously waiting, but for most people, they are just curious about the outcome with the attitude of watching the show, such as Wang Shen.

He took a cursory look, not counting the Baihualou, there should be seventy or eighty people answering the questions outside, most of them are scholars and scribes, and a large number of ancient theories on life and death are densely written on the paper. He estimated that it would take more than half an hour for Miss Li to finish reading all of this, but who would have expected that the woman upstairs with the lamp would reappear after a cup of tea.

I saw that she swept the eagerly awaited crowd downstairs with a somewhat playful look and said lightly: "This time, no one guessed the answer in my young lady's heart. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and just when everyone was about to open their mouths to question, they heard the woman who picked up the lamp suddenly said: "However, on this festive day, Miss does not want to sweep away your interest." From the answers of the sons, I picked two people who wrote beautifully and went upstairs to meet. ”

This sentence suddenly made the scene uproar again, but seeing that the crowd's reaction was obviously much better than before, everyone also began to guess the final winner, especially some who were already good at books, and their faces couldn't hide their joy.

But the woman who picked up the lamp didn't finish speaking, and when the noise downstairs was quieter, a blank piece of paper appeared in her hand, she looked at the white paper in her hand with a strange and hesitant look, and only after a while did she unfold the blank paper, and asked downstairs: "Dare to ask which son made this answer book......

When the crowd saw the answer written on the blank paper, there was a moment of silence, and then the crowd burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, where did this come from, everyone, why didn't you write a word, but actually drew a picture on paper? Could it be that whose doll didn't even recognize all the words and sneaked out of the door to join in the fun?"

"That's it, what's that picture? Is it a person?"

"Yes, it's just a person, and he seems to have a lantern in his hand!"

"Haha, I said Miss Yin'er, I see where is this answer to your young lady. Obviously, someone has taken a fancy to you and painted a portrait of you!"

"Nonsense! The figure in this painting is so straight, it's obviously a man, how can it be a girl Yin'er! You don't look at Miss Yin'er's figure......

"You haven't seen it, how do you know what kind of figure Miss Yin'er is? Maybe it's just that he doesn't have good painting skills and can't draw such a delicate body?"

"Hahaha, this brother is reasonable, reasonable!"

Everyone downstairs laughed and talked about it, and the face of the woman who picked up the lamp upstairs was obviously gloomy, and she gritted her teeth to find the owner of the painting in her hand in the crowd. She really didn't understand why her own lady wanted her to come to the author of this painting, which had nothing to do with the title of tonight's lantern, but a man carrying a broken lantern. And I happened to be carrying a lantern just now, although the person and the lantern on the painting are not like myself, but who knows what that person means, if someone really takes the opportunity to make fun of himself to make a fool of himself deliberately in front of so many people, see how to clean him up for a while!

Not only is the woman who picks the lamp looking for it, but everyone downstairs is also looking sideways, wondering who is so mischievous, and if he can't answer a good question, he actually painted such a picture that is not related to the wind and horses to make up the number. Second, I also want to see why the Oiran lady upstairs took out this painting to find someone, and the person who painted this painting is eighty percent troublemaker, because there is not even a signature on the white paper, and looking at the sound of the girl's angry appearance, it is estimated that the person who came is not good, maybe she wants to give this troublemaker a look at the color of the boy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Could it be that this Oiran lady is angry? Now there is a good show to watch, who dares to tease Li Xiangjun in this Jiankang City in such a large public, is it not that the son of a great family can't come up with such a crooked way to win the attention of Li Oiran on the right path?

For a time, the crowd was passionate, and there was a kind of momentum of hatred and hatred.

So, in the crowd, a figure who was originally crowded at the front saw that the momentum was not good, and he was quietly retreating.

However, before he could take two steps back, a person next to him looked at the strange painting on the top of the building and suddenly slapped his forehead, turned to him and said, "Hey, this brother, why do I think this painting is very similar to what you just painted!"

This person's voice was not soft, and there was a bit of obvious surprise and excitement in his tone, which made the voice of this sentence a lot heavier.

At this time, everyone was curious about the author of this painting, and the room was already quiet, and when they heard this, all eyes immediately converged in the same direction.

Wang Shen stood in place, only to feel a tingling of his hands and feet, and he could clearly feel the sharp gaze like a sword in the attic, as well as the countless intricate playful eyes that gathered around him in an instant.