After the incense was burned, the maid in Tsing Yi pushed open half of the tower door, and walked in with the riddle in her hand, everyone hurriedly raised their heads, their eyes were wide open, and they wanted to see the situation in the tower clearly, but all they could see was a row of tables and chairs, and they didn't even see the slightest shadow of Miss Mo's family.

Everyone shrank their heads stupidly, but there was an inexplicable sense of excitement, just waiting for the answer to be revealed.

After a while, the maid in Tsing Yi walked out of the tower, she did not close the door, but flipped through the riddle and said with a slight smile: "Congratulations to the fifteen sons who guessed the riddle, and they can enter the first floor of the tower after hearing the name of the slave family." ”

When I heard that only fifteen people guessed, many people looked at each other, this number is not even thirty percent, and there are thousands of scholars in the city, but those who dare to come to this star tower to guess the riddle are the best among them, although they dare not say that they are rich and rich, and they are full of wealth, but they are by no means qualified.

However, with so many outstanding people, only fifteen people have guessed the answer to the riddle, and this is only the introductory puzzle.

Just when everyone was shocked and surprised, the maid in Tsing Yi had already begun to pronounce her name: "Ling Xiaoran Ling Gongzi." ”

Seeing that he was the first to read it, Ling Xiaoran's face suddenly showed a little pride, he straightened his clothes, put one hand behind his back, and put a fan against his chest in the other, and then slowly walked up after posing, and the people around him saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, and they were both envious and jealous.

As soon as Ling Xiaoran walked forward, the maid in Tsing Yi read again: "Duan Zixuan, Duan Gongzi." ”

Duan Rong grinned, didn't seem surprised by such a result, and walked forward confidently.

As soon as Fang Ling heard this name, he understood that he had guessed correctly, this person was really a disciple of the Duan family.

Every time the maid in Tsing Yi read a name, a scholar walked into the tower, and each one of them was in high spirits, like a victorious general on the battlefield.

Fang Ling was naturally very confident in the answers he submitted, so he was not in a hurry at all, he stood calmly, waiting for his name to appear, compared to the life and death scenes he had experienced, this entrance assessment was really not a little thrilling at all.

The scholars around him either looked gloomy, or were discouraged, or they clenched their fists tightly, hoping to have their own names.

The thirteenth, the fourteenth, when the fifteenth was read, Fang Ling's name came out of the mouth of the maid in Tsing Yi, and the rest of the people couldn't help but sigh, looking at Fang Ling, the last lucky one, with envy, only waiting for the next year to come here again.

The first floor of the tower is circular and not large, with fifteen tables and chairs neatly arranged on it, and at the end of the tower there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

Seeing that Fang Ling was actually the last one to come in, Ling Xiaoran frowned slightly, and snorted disdainfully: "It's really shit luck." ”

Duan Zixuan, who was sitting next to him, followed his gaze, and then laughed and said, "Brother Ling, why do you care so much about a mouse?

Ling Xiaoran sneered: "When did Ling say a big thing? That maid's posture does have the beauty of sinking fish and falling swallows." ”

Duan Zixuan couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this son is really going to see and see." ”