"There are three last sounds left, if you can't answer, just roll me out of the ring-"

"You've got it for me!"

Song Che said loudly: "There are three chickens, one is two-legged, one is one-headed, a total of three six-legged; There are fifteen rabbits, one four-legged, one and one head, a total of fifteen heads and sixty feet, and the two add up to eighteen heads, sixty-six feet! ”

"What a detailed answer!" The Doctor couldn't help but admire.

Zhou Chunlai was speechless in shock.

"People don't blame the uneven road, just your brain, dare to call Jinshi in vain? In our hometown, eight-year-olds can answer this question. ”

Song Che didn't bother to make more expressions with him, and said to the doctor: "Just send three white stripes to the Song Mansion in the city." ”

After that, he led the family and swaggered out of the restaurant in the continuous praise.

……

On the top of the moon, the lanterns bloom.

In addition to the brilliant lights, the show is also full of flowers.

"Beautiful snake, beautiful snake ...... who can move"

"Vase girl, girl in a vase......"

"Dancing in the Western Regions, dancing in the Western Regions......"

Juggling, performing, singing, all kinds of stall snacks, bizarre commodities and groceries, as well as wedding programs such as throwing hydrangeas and recruiting relatives in martial arts.

Shopping around, the family was divided into two groups, Nangong Yue took Shen Wenjun and them to Cuixiang Pavilion to buy rouge gouache, and Zhou Yazhao and Dafang's cousin and brother-in-law took this opportunity to go to the jewelry stores and shoe stores in various neighborhoods to investigate, and strive to enter the Luoyang market this year.

Song Che didn't follow, just wandered around the street with He Qiu.

There are no women around, but it is much easier.

He Qiu has a different state of mind, along the way, whenever he encounters a program that throws hydrangea and recruits relatives in civil and military affairs, he has to take a few looks.

Male love and female love, the norm in the world, who doesn't want to win the heart of one person, and the white head is inseparable?

"Shangyuan Festival, men and women are open, look at this young woman on the street, if you have a fancy to it, you might as well be brave enough to go up and talk, with the appearance of Lord He, they promise not to refuse."

In fact, all single women passing by, regardless of age, beauty or ugliness, are willing to look at He Qiu a few more times.

He Qiu is indeed handsome, he became a jinshi at a young age, the official worships the Wupin prefect, and his father is still the Yin of Luoyang Mansion, except that his temperament is too arrogant, he can hardly find other shortcomings.

"Men should focus on their careers, and I don't need to be long-term children."

"I suddenly remembered a book called Pride and Prejudice."

"As soon as you hear it, it's a wild history miscellaneous book that is difficult to get into the hall of elegance."

"But the story told in it is very plausible, because of arrogance, because of women, almost missed the good fate."

Song Che smiled at He Qiu: "You can obviously be very likable, but you want to make yourself annoying, you have no friends, no lover, all the reasons come from your arrogance in your bones." ”

This seems to hit the nail on the head.

He Qiu looked back at Song Che, he was still so disdainful at first, and then slowly relieved, so that he fell into deep thought, and finally said softly:

"I'll have a chance to bring that book to me to see."

Song Che shook his head and smiled, if he really wanted to find an inappropriate word to describe the person in front of him, he still felt that "cute" was more suitable after thinking about it.

"Hey, hey, a few guest officers, you haven't paid yet!"

On the side of the street, I saw a jujube seller chasing out of the stall and asking for money from a group of men in strange costumes.

There are five of these big men, wearing leather boots, felt hats, animal furs, pigtails, high cheekbones, and apricot-yellow skin.

Luoyang as the imperial capital, even if there are wars everywhere, there are still many foreigners stranded here, most of the foreigners are very well-behaved, and it is the first time to see those who eat dates without money.

"you! Lao Tzu has to charge money for eating a few of your dates? ”

The peddler was a head shorter than the big man, and was gently pushed by the big man, and staggered back seven or eight steps.

"A few guest officers, if you taste one or two, it doesn't matter, but you can grab a handful of each person, this has gone to several catties, I am doing small business, you still give the money!"

"Phew!"

A big man wrapped in a tiger skin spit out the jujube pit, "Eat a few of your dates and it will be crooked, just give it back to you!" With that, he smashed the dates in his hand at the vendor.

Who could have known that the thumb-sized green jujube had such power that the vendor was knocked to the ground and struggled several times before he could get up.

"This group of Tartars, it's too much!"

"Get out of Luoyang City!"

The crowd of onlookers blamed one after another.

"They are ......," Song Che looked at He Qiu.

He Qiu said coldly: "Dijon people." ”

Song Che frowned slightly, "Didn't Dijon finish the battle with Daliang?" ”

"Xu is here to ask for peace, ask for the New Year's coin, it's always a trick." He Qiu made a straight face and strode over.

The Dijon man did not give up, pointed at the crowd and scolded: "Lao Tzu is the envoy of Dijon, even your prince has to be polite when he sees me, what are a group of people shouting!" ”

"Is it really a vulgar and inferior nation, and they have all robbed Luoyang City?" He Qiu walked straight up to the tiger-skinned man and looked at him with no fear.

"You're looking for death!"

The tiger-skinned man clenched his fist and struck straight at him.

He Qiu flashed sideways, grabbed his wrist, raised his leg and kicked it in the abdomen of the tiger-skinned man.

The tiger-skinned man took four or five steps back to stabilize his body.

Other big men want to get on -

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, the patrol officer rushed in through the crowd.

"Shangyuan Festival, who dares to make trouble!"

As soon as the head of the golden knife opened his mouth to ask, when he saw He Qiu, he hurriedly closed his tone and said in surprise: "Childe? ”

"There is no son here, I am He Qiu, the prefect of Suzhou, and when I was shopping, I met these gentlemen who were hungry and beat people in public."

He Qiu and Jin Dao both said: "You have come just in time, arrest them all into the yamen!" ”

The golden sword glanced at several big men, couldn't help but look embarrassed, approached He Qiu's side, and said in a low voice: "Childe, the person at the head is the envoy of Dijon, if you arrest them, it will cause trouble to Engong......"

He Qiu's face was gloomy.

"Humph!" The tiger-skinned man dusted off the dust on his body and sneered: "I told you, Lao Tzu is not an ordinary person, eating a few dates from your Liang people is to look up to you, if I am in a bad mood in Dijon, it will not be a few dates, but a few cities, hahaha...... Let's go! ”

If you are cowardly, you will be beaten, and you will have to endure bullying to the doorstep.

"Disperse, disperse......"

The crowd looked disappointed and shook their heads and dispersed.

"Send a few people to follow them, and if they dare to make trouble again, they will be arrested directly, and I will bear the consequences." He Qiudu ordered.

The golden knife sighed, and should have followed.

"I thought Master He could only read, but I didn't think he would have martial arts." Song Che secretly gave a thumbs up.

"The six arts of a gentleman, both civil and military, what can't I? Pity! ”

He Qiu shook his head and was sad and indignant, "My generation of Confucian scholars should have cultivated themselves to rule the country and the world, but they were helpless against the murderer in front of them, sad, painful!" ”

He looked up to the sky and sighed, flicked his sleeves, and stepped into the light.

Song Che pursed his lips, although he was not a Confucian scholar, he resonated with He Qiu's words. Xu is a few mouse feces, and a pot of soup is broken, and he suddenly feels that this Shangyuan Festival is not so beautiful.